The looks on the Agents faces were stern. There wasn't a trace of the smiles that any of them wore during dinner at Fran Morgan's house.

They made their way into the Chicago precinct looking keyed in and ready to take action. Stan Gordinsky met the agents at the main front doors.

Gordinsky briefly said, "We had minimum contact with the crime scene like you asked. We did however have a forensics team set up lights and roped off the area.

Hotch nodded his approval.

Stan next said, "We have identified the body as well. Well we haven't done dental testing but the young woman was known in the area. Her name was Tricia Peterson."

Hotch said, "Garcia you know what to do."

Penelope smiled and said, "On It boss man."

Derek placed his hand on Penelope's lower back and guided her towards her temporary office.

Derek pulled the office chair out for her and she sat down in a huff. Penelope was tired and a annoyed her fun time was cut short.

Penelope sighed and said, "D I am going to need a vacation from this vacation."

Derek chuckled and said, "I hear ya mama. Do you thang like I know you can and we will get this case solved and soon."

Penelope smiled and accepted a chase kiss to her forehead.

Derek tapped Penelope's nose and said, "I gotta get back. Please call me or mama if you need a break. Do you hear me hard head?"

Penelope saluted and said, "Yes sir."

"I love you silly girl."

"I love you too D."

After Derek left, Penelope wasn't surprised by the information she found out about the current victim. Tricia like all the others came from a humble background. She worked hard and graduated from college with top honors that included the Dean's list. Also just like the others Tricia married what was considered an "important" person. Her husband was a top ranking naval officer, who headed one of the NCIS divisions.

Penelope tapped her fuzzy tipped pen to the side of her head. Even though she wasn't a profiler she definitely picked up on the pattern, but how it all fit with the M.O of the unsub she wasn't sure.

She sent the information to everyone's tablets and she printed hard copies for Gordinsky and his officers.

There was a slight knock on the door. An officer Jackson said, "Excuse me ma'am I was told to give you this.

Penelope took the box and opened it. There was a perfect slice of cheese cake, and a note.

Princess you didn't get your desert. Mama made it just for you.

Love D

Penelope grinned took the fork that was smartly placed inside the box and dug in. Penelope was just glad her cravings so far were normal.

After she was done with her delectable slice, Penelope sighed contently and threw the empty box away. The trash can had been facing towards the large window. She looked at the closed shops. This part of Chicago seemed so peaceful at night. Derek had warned her a long time ago, that if she only went a few streets over she would find herself right in the heart of gangland.

Penelope turned her head to look at the monitors to see if Tricia's financial records had been located yet.

She turned her head back towards the window and thought she saw something. It wasn't moving. It seemed whatever it was, was focused on her.

She could make out a figure. It seemed like a man. It looked like his clothes were baggy and he wore a hooded sweat shirt. It was too dark to make out a face.

Next Penelope saw a black van pull up. She felt a little silly fearing someone who was just waiting for a ride home.

Still she listened to that part of her brain that always seemed to asked, "What would Morgan do."

Penelope sat at her desk and wrote down what she saw. She tucked the description under her keyboard, and resumed digging through Tricia's personal life.

Derek and Hotch were at the crime scene. Derek always had a hard time dealing with going back to the youth center. Yes Buford was in jail, but whenever he would take his first steps in that building he always ran through a gambit of emotions.

But unlike all the other times, he knew he had Penelope, and he knew if it go to be too much he could call her, and she could talk him down off the proverbial ledge.

Derek sighed, and Hotch gave Derek a concerned look.

Derek said, "Hotch I'm fine. Let's go find out what the hell happened."

The two agents walked through the youth center and out of the back doors. There was a body of a young woman laying with her arms posed to fold across her chest. She was naked from the waist up.

A young man looked up from the woman and said, "I am Jacob Browning from CSI."

Hotch shook the young man's hand as well as Derek's.

Derek asked, "What can you tell me about the victim."

Jacob pushed his glasses further up his nose and said, "Well it looks to me like she put up one hell of a fight. Jacob with gloves on lifted the woman's left arm and said, "See these defensive wounds? So far I have counted over 35 all together on both arms."

Next Jacob moved back the plastic tarp that was covering the lower half of the young woman's body.

"Now look here." Jacob said pointing to the victim's skirt. "See how her skirt was slashed? It looks like rape was attempted but the act itself never happened."

Hotch bent over the body inspecting it. Hotch had to shudder at all the stab wounds.

Hotch said, "This is most certainly over kill. Look at some of the stab wounds, they are deep filled with anger, and the others are tentative."

Derek said, "Like he wasn't sure if he wanted to do this."

Hotch asked to Jacob, "Is there any evidence that she was killed here?"

Jacob said, "No. This is absolutely the dump site."

Derek walked away from the two men. He saw a set of large tire tracks. He bent down and pulled his cell phone out. He took pictures and sent them to Penelope.

Hotch stood next to Derek and asked, "You get that over to Garcia yet."

Derek said, "Sure did boss man. I also went over the victim's information. Same M.O as the others. I think we need to start our interviews. Once we are done I believe we can give at least a preliminary profile."

Hotch nodded his approval. He stepped away from Derek pulling out his phone.

Hotch waited for the person on the other end to answer.

"JJ we are going to need to give a statement soon. According to Garcia this woman was married to a prominent African American man as well."

JJ replied, "As soon as I do, the media is going to be all over this. But I suppose you are right. When you guys get the profile we will release it based on your suspect pool. We can't go pointing the finger at Naval officers, doctors and judges."

Hotch said, "Agreed JJ. Also can you start contacting family members of the women. We need to find out where they were or what they were doing at the time of their abduction. Set the interviews up for early morning."

JJ said, "Sure Hotch, and I will get that information over to Reid and Garcia so they can start an accurate geographic profile."

They ended their call.

It was almost four in the morning when Reid, Rossi, Derek, and Penelope dragged their tired bodies through Fran's house.

They were so tired no one noticed Rossi crashing in Fran's room. Spencer still was not comfortable with sleeping with Des, smartly he crashed on the couch.

Derek and Penelope headed straight to bed, they were even too tired to flirt.

Simultanious alarm clocks went off in the Morgan household.

Derek chuckled and a startled Penelope. Derek had to stick his arm around her to keep her from falling off the bed.

"Good morning hot stuff."

Derek smiled and said, "This morning I am your sleepy hot stuff."

They shared a quick kiss and dragged themselves out of bed.

Derek was headed to the bathroom when he ran into a shirtless Rossi coming out of his mom's room.

Rossi looked like he was going to say something. Derek put his hand up and said, "I didn't hear shit, so I don't need to know shit."

Rossi chuckled and Derek went into the bathroom to shave. He was quite proud of himself. His knee jerk reaction was to shudder at the thought of Rossi anywhere near his mom, but he made a promise to Penelope and himself to let his mother be happy.

Everyone was in the kitchen except for Spencer. Des insisted on everyone being quiet and letting him sleep a few minutes longer.

Derek and Rossi walked into the living room to wake Spencer up for breakfast.

Rossi chuckled as he heard Reid say, " Antimony, Argon, Arsenic, Astatine, Barium, Berkelium, Berylium….."

Derek asked, "Is that the periodic table of elements? Weird."

Derek kicked the back of the couch and said, "Get up boy wonder."

Rossi laughed as Spencer rolled off the couch and onto the floor.

Spencer said, "Thanks guys. I have always wanted to wake up to a heart attack."

Rossi said, "Morgan be careful or Reid over here will sic your sister on you."

Derek said, "I ain't scared."

Reid narrowed his eyes at Derek and said, "Pay backs are a bitch."

Derek put his hands up in mock surrender and said, "All I did was wake you up."

Des yelled from the kitchen, "Come and get it before it gets cold."

Everyone sat and ate breakfast. Derek's phone rang.

"Morgan."

JJ said, "The families of the first three victims will be here in an hour."

"Okay thanks JJ."

JJ lowered her voice and said, "Derek how is she doing?"

Derek looked at Penelope who still could shake the yawns.

Derek frowned and said, "She is tired, but I'll get her home as soon as I can. I can call Frankie or Joey to pick her up."

Penelope shot Derek a look that said, "The hell you will."

Fran and Rossi laughed. Rossi kissed Fran's head and said, "I am going to grab a shower."

After everyone was freshly showered and fed, Derek, Penelope, Reid, and Rossi pulled up outside of the precinct. There were news vans, and trucks everywhere.

There was a camera shoved in Derek's face.

The overly made up woman asked, "So Agent are there any leads in the case? Have you identified a suspect?"

Penelope did not like the way that woman was looking at Derek.

Derek growled out no comment. Spencer picked up the pace trying to push through the vulture like media.

Rossi stopped walking. The reporters turned to look at him. Before one question could get asked, Rossi said, "WE HAVE NO COMMENT. When we do you will get one. Until then get the hell out of here. You aren't helping."

One reporter shouted, "The people deserve to know."

Rossi shot back, "The people also don't deserve to die. Now move before I make you."

Once inside Derek laughed and said, "Rossi never ever give a press conference."

Rossi snorted and said, "Bunch of jackasses."

JJ briefed each agent on who they would be talking too. Penelope headed towards her temp "lair" and booted up the computers.

She sighed, and decided to lay down on the small couch Hotch and Derek insisted on placing in the room with her.

Before she laid down she sighed and looked out the window. This office was starting to feel like her small prison. She decided that later she was going to treat herself to a cone, and gather her thoughts.

After taking a small nap Penelope received the information from the team from each of their interviews. After reviewing it, either rich people could lie like hell, or these men and their families had no idea about the women they were married to.

Penelope looked out the window again and saw a black van drive pass the station. It reminded her of the night before. She looked under the keyboard to see her description still there. She decided to add one more thing, the height of the stranger. She wasn't sure why she was even doing this but it seemed important enough to nag at her.

She placed the paper back under the keyboard and took another short nap.

Something was bothering Penelope Garcia and she had no clue what it was.

Had to stop it here it here, this chapter was getting to big.

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As you can see Buford is not dead in this, but it is for a good reason.