I apologize for the extremely long delay; finals were brutal but here I am. Read and review please, they fuel my imagination. ;)

"We're ready for you, Agent Jareau."

The blonde agent took a deep breath and straightened her outfit before turning to nod at the technician. Striding purposefully towards the podium, she faced the press, feeling very much like the proverbial sheep among wolves. But she could do this, for her team and for the victims.

JJ stared straight into the camera and spoke confidently, "The UnSub that we are looking for is a white male around 17 or 18. He's a student at Wilson High, and has been responsible for 5 murders, and we believe he will strike again soon." Rattling off the basic profile the BAU had come up with; she wrapped up the press conference, calmly reciting the words that would hopefully strike home with the UnSub. "We urge the UnSub to turn himself in. We know how they hurt her; we know you just want to protect her. But this isn't the right way. So please, turn yourself in and let us help you." The reporters surged forward, shouting questions that JJ answered with practiced ease.

Dave and Spencer greeted her after she stepped down from the makeshift stage. The older man gave her a smile as the trio headed back towards where the group was gathered. "You did great kiddo." She grimaced, "Let's just hope Hank Howards buys it."

Hotch looked up at them and nodded at JJ, "Good job with the press conference, JJ. But I don't think it's going to be much help. LEOs just received a call that Cynthia Nelson is missing." Emily cut in, leaning against the table. "Her mother called when she didn't return home from cheerleading practice this afternoon, and she couldn't reach Cynthia on her cell." Garcia's face popped up on the computer screen, terse and weary. "Hello my doves. I have bad news. I checked the security cameras at Wilson High to see if Cynthia showed up on any of them. I didn't manage to get the actual abduction scene, but I did find Hank Howards heading towards the gymnasium where practice was held at the time of Cynthia's abduction. I'm sending the file over to you now." Derek smirked and gave her a two fingered salute, "Thanks baby girl." The blonde smiled indulgently at her family, "Be safe, my loves."

Derek looked towards Hotch, his shoulders tense with the knowledge that another girl's life may be on the line. "Hotch, what do you want us to do?" The Unit Chief's jaw tightened before he nodded at his team, "Morgan, Prentiss, I want you to go over to Howards' house. Talk to his aunt, see if there's any place he might have brought the girls to. Reid, see if you can get Garcia to trace Howards and Cynthia's phones. JJ, I need you to go talk to Cynthia's mother, keep her calm and keep her away from the media. Dave, you're with me. We're going to patrol the streets and nearby areas. Call us if any of you manage to get an address."

The team split off, and Morgan and Emily sped to Hank Howards' home. When Lisa opened the door, dread crept into her at the grim look on the agents' faces. Emily offered her a smile as she tilted her head, "Ms. Monet, can we come inside? We need to speak to you about an urgent matter." The other woman, mystified at the agents' presence at her home, nonetheless opened the door to allow the duo access into her home. "Of course, is something the matter? Is Hank all right?"

Catching sight of Calleigh, Morgan cleared his throat and spoke softly to Lisa, "Ms. Monet, is it possible we talk in private? We don't want to upset your niece." Emily felt sorry for her, as fear increasingly showed itself on Lisa's face. "O-of course. This way." Leading them into a little room just right to the living room, she gestured for Morgan and Emily to sit. "Can you please tell me what's the matter now, agents? Is my nephew in trouble?"

They looked at each other, and Morgan leaned forward slightly, his tone soothing, "Ms. Monet, I'm sorry but we think your nephew may be the prime suspect in the recent murder cases." Lisa stared at him, incredulous. "Are you serious? Hank couldn't have killed those girls!" Emily bit her lip and reached out to touch her hand, "Ms. Monet, I know it's difficult for you to believe that Hank is responsible, but we have reason to believe-" Lisa Monet stood, eyes flashing, "No. Hank is a good boy, agents. He may have had a tough time growing up but he is in no way a murderer." She shot a dark glare at them, "God you cops are all alike! Just because he's had a troubled childhood doesn't mean he's a damn killer!"

Once again, Emily reached out to calm the agitated woman down, standing up to rest a hand on Lisa's shoulders. "Ms. Monet, we're not prejudiced against Hank; we know how much he loves Calleigh and we know how much he's had to done growing up. But please," she spread her hands out, "Another girl is missing and if we don't find where Hank is, she is going to die. We really need to know where Hank is now."

Lisa stared doubtfully at the agents, clearly not believing the kind boy who lived with her and his sister could be capable of murder. "Well he's not here. He went out a while ago, after classes ended. He said something about work, but I've not seen him since."

Derek swore under his breath and flipped his phone out, calling Hotch with the latest news. Emily turned her attention back to Lisa and smiled tentatively. "Ms. Monet, I need to know if Hank has a car, and I need his license number."

Hank's aunt ran a hand through her hair and took a deep breath, "He drives an old blue Buick jeep, DZ1555." Morgan nodded and fired off rapidly to Hotch, "Howards drives a blue Buick jeep, Delta, Zulu, 1555." He was silent for a while before nodding, "Yeah, we'll stick around here, we haven't gotten an address. We'll call you-"

A loud crash sounded from the living room, and the trio started. Morgan removed his gun even as he finished his conversation with Hotch. "I gottta go Hotch; Howards may have just turned up." The two women were already in the living room and Morgan joined them, only to see Lisa wail and clutch at the teddy bear previously clutched in Calleigh's hand, the girl nowhere to be seen. Emily bolted to the door way and cursed to see a jeep matching Hank's car speeding away. She could see two figures inside the car.

Morgan was already notifying the rest of the team, including issuing a BOLO on Hank's car. The brunette agent crossed over to Lisa and helped her ease into the seat. The distraught woman looked frantically towards her, "Hank really is the killer?" Emily could only smile sympathetically at her, "I'm afraid so. But we want to help Hank, Ms. Monet. We know he's had a troubled past and we want to help him get better. But first we need to know where he could have taken Calleigh."