When the team was all assembled in the hallway again, Justin pointed out the two doors across from Hotch and Rossi's rooms.

"The room on the far end is my sister Molly's and the one next to it is my mother and her husband Tucker's."

He turned to the other end and pointed to the rooms across from the girls'.

"The far one is JR's room, she's Gus' sister; Gus is Brian's son. JR is also Michael's son and therefore Carl's granddaughter by marriage. The room next to it is Gus' and the one right in front of us is the master bedroom. I'm just telling you in case you were curious."

He smiled brightly and led them all down the stairs. He walked through a door into a large room with a beautiful sturdy oak table with matching chairs. The table seated 20 comfortably and the chairs looked very comfortable.

The wall that faced outside was almost entirely made out of windows while the rest of the walls were a very light dusty blue. The wall the door was in held a bureau filled with china and silverware while the left wall was blocked from view by a large bulletin board and an equally large see-through white board.

Carl was pulling papers out of boxes and arranging them on the table when they came in; he straightened up and asked if everything was ok.

"Everything is good, better than most hotels,"

Hotch answered just before Morgan spoke up.

"I'm staying in what I was told is you and your wife's room. I hope I'm not pushing you out or anything."

"Oh, no, we have our own house in Pittsburgh; we only ever stay over during holidays when people have had too much to drink or if it has snowed and we can't get back; don't worry about that."

Justin had moved to the double swinging doors that were in the right wall and asked the team to follow him out into the kitchen.

"Vivian, this is the FBI, I'll let them all introduce themselves."

After the introductions were over, Justin continued.

"Vivian is our housekeeper and cook; she's the one who'll be feeding you while you are here. If you are allergic to anything, tell her and she will work around it. This is also where you can find coffee and anything else you could wish to drink."

He showed them their professional looking coffee maker and told them that both he and Brian were coffee addicts and the monstrosity could make everything from regular coffee to lattes and espresso.

"Don't worry; Vivian knows how to work the thing, otherwise, Brian and I wouldn't ever get any coffee either."

"This is amazing, Justin, thank you so much, you didn't have to go to such lengths for us."

"Hey, everything is here anyway, so it really isn't any trouble at all and if you can get that creep off Liberty, I'll be glad. Now, I'll leave you to your work. Dinner will be at 7?" He looked at Vivian, who nodded. "And I'll see you again when Brian comes home; I think he'd appreciate an introduction before dinner."

He smiled at them and then he left to go to the office to get some work done on his computer.

The BAU team worked with Carl on the paperwork and started a preliminary profile, or at least they tried to. Doing a geographic profile was out of the question since all the murders had happened on or around Liberty Avenue. Carl explained to them that most of the gay community felt at home there but far from all of them lived nearby.

They put up the pictures of the victims, both pre- and post-mortem, and then they called Garcia to have her do background checks on all of them to see if there were any overlaps.

She called back about 30 minutes later with bad news; they all overlapped too much for it to be helpful.

"They were all members of the same gym, they all frequented the same restaurants and clubs on Liberty Avenue, and they were all last seen in the nightclub Babylon. I guess the last part is somewhat helpful."

"Babylon?"

Carl's head snapped up.

"Do you know it?"

Hotch looked at him curiously.

"Sure I do. It's Brian and Justin's club. Brian bought it in 2004 when Justin was in LA working on a movie."

"Good thing they have an alibi, otherwise it could have been a little awkward."

They all agreed with Rossi and then they went back to the work they had been doing before Garcia called. Morgan took the phone off speaker and asked if she wanted to meet one of their hosts. She told him that of course she wanted to know who would be keeping her boys and girls company for the next while.

Morgan opened the laptop and connected the webcam. He took the laptop with him and went out into the kitchen.

"Garcia, meet Vivian, Brian and Justin's housekeeper and the one to feed us while we are here."

He turned the laptop towards Vivian, who smiled at Garcia and showed her around the kitchen. The tech was duly impressed with the coffee maker and not just a little jealous.

"Vivian, could you tell me where I can find Justin? Garcia would like to meet him."

"Sure, he's in his office, down the hall; it's the door after the dining room. "

"Thank you."

Morgan left the kitchen and walked down the hall, Garcia in tow via webcam. He knocked on the door and waited until he heard Justin tell him to come in.

"Hey, Justin, our technical analyst, Penelope Garcia, would like to meet you. I have her here via Webcam."

"Of course."

Morgan turned the laptop around and put it on Justin's desk. Garcia gasped and Justin looked like he had seen her before but couldn't remember where.

"Have we met?"

He asked the girl who had a hard time repressing her glee.

"Yes, for a few minutes at your show in New York some weeks ago. My boyfriend had gotten an invitation through his friend, who is married to the gallery owner. We had the chance to meet both you and your husband."

"Oh right, your boyfriend has glasses, right?"

"Yes, he does. I just want to say that I love your work, it's so amazing, even if I'll never be able to afford as much as one of your small canvases."

"I'm really glad to hear that. Would you like to see some more; the rest of your team has already seen these, so you might as well see them too."

Morgan chuckled and took the laptop off the table again.

"You do not want to miss these, Baby Girl, you are going to squee for a week afterwards."

"Oh my god, of course I want to see them."

She was already jumping with excitement. Justin and Morgan walked back to the den and Justin opened the door. Morgan had the laptop in front of him, facing forward so she'd get the full effect of coming into the room and seeing the two paintings of the bed scene.

"Oh my fucking god, that's you and your husband."

Justin chuckled and Morgan flat out laughed.

"Nice ass."

Garcia had gotten herself a little under control and the comment was made in her usual dry manner.

"Which one?"

Justin had a twinkle in his eyes and Garcia was the one laughing this time.

"Well, both actually."

Morgan thought she had gotten over the paintings a little too fast and wanted to shock her again, so, he turned around so she could see the huge painting behind them.

"Holy shit, that's big, and so…"

"Garcia, are you speechless, princess? That's a first."

Morgan was happy he had accomplished that unheard-of feat and smiled brightly.

"I don't mean to pry, but do you usually let people you don't know see these paintings?"

"No," Justin scoffed with a chuckle. "But our housekeeper was miffed with me when the team arrived, so she told Carl to show them in here. Usually we don't let people outside the family see these."

"Why was she miffed with you? It's not because of us is it?"

"Not really, I just told her you were coming just as she got back from the supermarket; that meant she had to go back to get more food. It's not really your fault; I had only just heard, so I'm going to just put the blame on Carl if she stays pissy."

Justin laughed and Morgan and Garcia couldn't help but join him, it was a very infectious sound.