Morgan hooked up the webcam and they all saw Garcia with bright purple hair.

"Baby Girl, what did you do?"

Morgan chuckled and the rest of the agents couldn't quite hide their amusement at their technical analyst.

"I had a little accident; it was supposed to be darker, closer to black, actually."

She looked wholly unconcerned and soon started what they had actually called her for.

"I found all the people who are on Brian and Justin's list. Let's take the ones who don't live in Pittsburgh anymore. Kip Thomas moved to Seattle; there is no way he could have known who they slept with and in what order. Besides, he has an alibi for the second murder; he was in Mexico on that day.

Jim Stockwell moved to Florida not long after the case was closed. It is highly unlikely that he'd be able to travel all the way up there enough to be able to gather the information he needed and to commit the murders, plus, he'd most likely be recognized, especially in that neighborhood.

Ethan Gold is in Europe on tour and has been for the last year, so he's off the list, too.

David Cameron still lives in Portland and he was on the road with the Portland Winter Hawks, the ice hockey team he is associated with, on two of the three nights in question.

The rest of them I have addresses for and I've sent them to your PDA's."

"Thank you, Garcia, good job."

Hotch nodded in appreciation and Garcia beamed.

"Garcia out."

They saw her lean forward and then the connection was broken. Hotch looked at his PDA and scrolled through the names.

"Rossi, Prentiss, you go talk to all of Brian's family. John still lives at home, so that's two different addresses."

Rossi and Prentiss both nodded before they got up to leave, no need to drag it out.

"Morgan and Reid, you take Chris Hobbs and Cody Bell, then JJ, Carl and I'll go talk to Craig Taylor, Gardner Vance and Gary Sapperstein."

Morgan and Reid nodded. Morgan was secretly glad that he'd get to have a little talk with both those men; they sounded somewhat psychopathic from what Brian and Justin had told them. He especially hoped Chris Hobbs would turn out to be uncooperative; he would really love to get his hands on that homophobic prick.

He was also pleased that he'd spend the entire day with Reid, but that was a whole other matter.

Reid was equally happy for the opportunity to be with Morgan all day. He always enjoyed when they were sent out together; they complimented each other well in the field.

They all left, Morgan and Reid in the remaining SUV, Rossi and Prentiss had taken the other one, and JJ, Hotch and Carl in Carl's car.

Rossi and Prentiss were in the car, talking about who to talk to first.

"I think we have to go to Mrs. Kinney first. Brian said something about her being too drunk to take care of John when the younger brother was in the accident; she was already too drunk. That implies that it's an everyday occurrence with her; better get to her while she's still somewhat sober, if possible."

Rossi nodded and plotted her address into the GPS. While they drove, Prentiss went over the facts they had about Brian's mother; it wasn't much. Garcia had dug up some things about all the suspects and sent them along with the addresses.

"We know that Mr. Kinney died in early 2001, Mrs. Kinney goes to church, she doesn't have a lot of money to live off, and most of that goes to church charities. We also know that she has two children, Brian and his sister, and three grandchildren, whereof she apparently doesn't know of the existence of Brian's son."

"That's good to know, wouldn't want to inadvertently spill his secret."

Prentiss nodded at Rossi and they continued in silence until they reached the house Brian grew up in. They looked around the neighborhood and saw a typical lower middle-class neighborhood with neat little perfectly manicured lawns to make it look like more than it really was.

The Kinney house was no exception, but Rossi and Prentiss looked at it with profiler eyes and saw the slight imperfections like paint chips on the wooden accents and the broken paving on the garden path.

They walked up said path and rang the doorbell. They heard a shuffling noise and then the door opened a crack to reveal a slightly rumpled-looking older woman. They both held up their credentials and Rossi introduced them.

"Mrs. Kinney, I'm special agent Rossi and this is special agent Prentiss from the FBI; could we come in for a moment?"

She looked horrified and hurried to open the door more and usher them inside. She looked up and down the street to see if anybody had noticed them.

She showed them into the living room with the couch covered in plastic and asked them to sit.

"What is this about?"

"It's about the murders on Liberty Avenue, have you heard of those?"

"I don't read or watch the news, too depressing, besides, I'd never read anything about that filthy place."

She looked like they had suggested she run down the street naked. They both had a hard time suppressing their utter disdain for her, but they were both professionals.

"We have reason to believe the killer is someone with a grudge against your son and his husband and we would therefore like to know where you were on the three Saturdays in question."

Prentiss told her the three dates and they both ignored the shocked look on her face at the word husband.

"If you think this has something to do with my son, you should be talking to him. Anybody who'd make a mockery out of the church by calling what he has a marriage is just depraved enough to do something like this."

"Brian has an alibi for all three dates, Mrs. Kinney, now we are here to find out where you were those days."

"Do you really think that a good Christian like myself would ever go down to that sinful place to kill somebody? I would never!"

"We still need to know where you were."

Rossi was losing patience with her fast. She got up to go find her date planner and looked through it.

"I was home on two of the dates, alone, but on the third one, there was a church function I attended. You can ask Reverend Butterfield, my priest, if you don't believe me."

"We will. Thank you for your time, Mrs. Kinney."

With that, Prentiss and Rossi got up to leave; they didn't want to spend more time than was necessary in that house.

Once back in the car, they looked at each other.

"God, imagine growing up with that. No wonder Brian didn't want to talk about her."

Prentiss sounded as exasperated as Rossi felt.

"I think Claire is at work and the boys are at school, so we'll have to wait until later to talk to them; we might as well talk to Mrs. Kinney's priest in the meantime."

Prentiss consulted the information about Brian's mother and then gave Rossi the address to the church. He started the car and when they arrived at the church, he parked and they both got out and looked up at the building.

"Let's get this over with."

Prentiss didn't exactly sound enthusiastic and Rossi could understand that; he too had a feeling that this priest would cooperate Mrs. Kinney's alibi and then they were nowhere. It wasn't that they actually thought she had anything to do with the murders, but still.

The church was mostly empty; there were a few people sitting in pews and a priest standing in the front practicing his homily for the upcoming Sunday. Prentiss and Rossi walked up to him and took out their credentials.

"Reverend Butterfield?"

"Yes, what can I do for you?"

"I'm special agent Rossi and this is special agent Prentiss from the FBI. We're here about the murders that have happened on Liberty Avenue, do you know about that?"

"Yes, of course I've heard of that, it's horrible. What can I do to help?"

"We have a suspicion that the murders are in some way connected to Brian and Justin Taylor-Kinney, I don't know if you've ever heard of them, but Brian is the son of one of your constituents, Joan Kinney."

The priest looked around and then motioned the two agents into his office.

"I know who they are. I want to tell you something but I don't really want it to come out."

"We can't promise that, not if it has something to do with the killings."

"It doesn't; this lies some 8 years back."

Prentiss moved her hand in a sign to continue.

"The fact is that I'm gay; it's not something I want my congregation to know about since I'm sure they wouldn't understand. I occasionally go down to Liberty Avenue to get some…needs met. I met Brian and Justin at the baths 8 years ago. Brian and I had an…encounter, neither of us knowing who the other was. You can imagine our shock when Brian accompanied his mother to church the following Sunday and we saw each other. This was before Joan knew of Brian's sexual orientation and he was not pleased with her when she did find out; he even contemplated telling her about me to maybe cut her down a peck. In the end, he chose not to, and for that I will be eternally grateful. If this killer is after Brian or Justin or both, I will do whatever I can to help catch him."

Prentiss and Rossi both sat in complete shock at this revelation. It took a while before Prentiss had recovered enough to ask the question they were actually there to ask. The reverend told them that yes, Mrs. Kinney had been at the church function on the mentioned date.

The agents thanked him and as they were leaving, he asked them to give Brian and Justin his regard and told them that he'd be praying for the happy outcome of the investigation.

"Well, that was not what I expected when I went in there."

Rossi both looked and sounded shell-shocked when they were back in the car. Prentiss agreed; she hadn't exactly been expecting that either. She checked the information Garcia had gathered on Claire and found out that she had early days on Thursdays so she should be home about now. She gave Rossi the address and they drove off.

Claire's neighborhood was a lot like her mother's, only a little less well kempt. The woman who opened the door looked harried and tired. When they showed her their credentials and introduced themselves, she blanched.

"Did one of my boys do something? What happened?"

"We don't know yet, may we come in?"

Prentiss tried sounding soothing, but it didn't seem to work. She opened the door and let them into the living room.

"What's this all about?"

"Have you heard of the three men killed on and around Liberty Avenue in the last 2 months?"

"This is about some faggots dying? What does that have to do with me?"

Rossi thought, that attitude for one, but he stayed professional and didn't say it out loud.

"We have reason to believe that the killer is ultimately after your brother and his husband, we are therefore interviewing everybody who may have a grudge against one or both of them, and you and your son John seem to fit that description."

She blanched again and started opening her mouth to say something but changed her mind and closed it again.

"Is John home? We'd like to speak to him, too."

She looked at Rossi before she got up to go call her son down from his room. Both agents saw the young man who stayed at the top of the stairs listening in when his mother and brother were interviewed, but they didn't mention it.

It turned out that Claire and John were each other's alibi for all three nights. They really had no reason to believe that they'd cover for each other or that they were in on it together, so they said goodbye and left.

Before they could get in the car, they were stopped by a voice calling out to them. When they turned around, it was the young man who had been listening from the top of the stairs.

"Look, I know my mother and brother are homophobes, but I really don't think they could have done this. For one thing, if they had been down to Liberty Avenue, I'd have seen them there."

Both agents stared at the young man in confusion for a couple of seconds until the penny dropped.

"You're gay?"

Peter looked around nervously before nodding his head.

"I go to Liberty Avenue and Babylon almost every Saturday and I haven't seen either of them down there. I have seen Brian and his husband, though, and I'm pretty sure they'd have spotted them, too."

"How can you be so sure when they apparently haven't seen you?"

"Because my uncle hasn't seen me since I was 12, and that was 7 years ago; I've changed quite a bit in that time."

Both nodded in consent, it was true after all, you did change a lot in those years, besides, Brian probably didn't expect to see his nephew down there, so he wouldn't look too carefully.

"Hey, how do you get into Babylon if you're only 19?"

Rossi looked stern, but Peter just looked right at him.

"I get a stamp at the door telling that I'm not old enough to drink so the bartenders know not to serve me. I'm not trying to put my uncle out of business by getting his liquor license revoked. I'm not like the rest of the family who are all jealous of his money. I actually like the fact that someone in the family actually has enough brains to make it out of the working class. It bodes well for me."

He shrugged and the agents both nodded; they could understand that sentiment, especially Rossi, who came from a working class family himself.

They thanked him and then they left, driving back to Britin to tell the others what they had found.