Author's Note: I finished this chapter, finally. I know it has been awhile but I have been so busy with school and such. We still don't learn to much about the un-sub, but we are getting there... hopefully. enjoy, and share your thoughts. Thanks!
"Hotch; Reed thinks he found something in the video that we overlooked." El said walking around the corner. Morgan and Prentice strode through the doors.
"We didn't find too much more, but what we did find was interesting." Derek said. He set down his phone and keys and walked over to the board.
"What would that be?" Hotch asked expectantly.
Morgan pointed to each of the women.
"They all had the same therapist. We haven't been able to get a hold of the doctor himself, but we were able to make an appointment with him tomorrow afternoon. I think we should interrogate his whole office building." He sat down and looked from Hotch, El, and Prentiss.
"Has Penelope run a background check on the therapist?" Hotch asked.
"We called her as soon as we discovered it." Prentiss confirmed. "Where is Reed?"
El took the opportunity to speak.
"He is still reviewing the tapes; he actually had something that may help us. Come on in." They followed El to where Reed was looking at the several screens in front of him. Each was paused showing the image was the same.
"Whatcha got Reed?" Morgan said sliding into a second rolling chair.
"The front desk receives calls daily, from reservations to current customers. There were several calls at the same time over several days. Each time the desk clerk called back to the office."
"We can't be sure that our un-sub was the caller." Morgan said skeptically.
"It doesn't hurt to ask either way." El said.
"She's right." Hotch said. "Do the two of you want to go back to the hotel now and see?" El nodded and Morgan shrugged. "Call me with results."
Morgan drove back to the hotel once more and the made there way back to the front door.
"What happened to you after you left the BAU?" He asked. El sighed. She knew that eventually more questions would arise.
"Nothing interesting, I traveled for the most part. I didn't want to be followed. I just wanted to stay away from all the crime." Morgan gave her a dubious look.
"You of all people should understand that there is no escape. Remember our 'vacation'?" He said with a raw chuckle. El rolled her eyes. "Did you find what you were searching for in yourself?" Morgan said.
"I don't know." She said shutting down; she didn't want to answer any more questions.
"You were a great agent El. I think the BAU would be grateful to have you back. It is obvious that you still are passionate for the work. If you weren't you wouldn't be involved in this any further than the questioning." Derek's prodding was beginning to irritate El; she didn't want his concern or advice.
"Morgan, I am not the same person you knew. You didn't really know me then either. Let's just work on the case at hand instead of trying to get into my mind."
"Ouch El, that stung." He said it in a light playful tone; but El knew that he had been somewhat offended by her remark. She wanted it that way. She didn't need to get reattached the team.
"Hello, how may I help you?" A woman at the front desk said. She was thin and short; she had a bright smile and big eyes. From her stature, El gathered that she was a very socially confident woman, most likely a gossiper.
"Yes," Morgan said leaning on the counter. He was smiling sweetly. "I am from the BAU,"
"Oh my gosh, are you the guys who came in here earlier asking about the dead girl?" Her voice was shrill with a mixture of excitement and fear. El sighed.
"Yes, we have some questions concerning calls made to the front desk each night at seven."
"Well you will want to talk to my manager than, I only work during the day, I don't know who has the night shift. I will be right back." She smiled politely as she walked out.
"Back so soon?" The manager said. "What do you need this time?"
"We have a question about calls made at seven each night, who is at the front desk in the evenings?" El asked politely.
"Well I can show you the records of the calls and the bill from the room if you can give me the number." Morgan gave the room number to the manager and they waited.
The woman returned with a sheet of paper in her hand. She bounced to Derek before stopping.
"This is the bill for the room you asked about." She handed El the paper. "I have to get back to work now. The phone is ringing," she smiled.
"It looks like our un-sub called for room service every night at the same time." Derek shook his head. "How does Reed know?" He asked dumbfounded. El laughed and rang the bell at the front desk.
"Oh," The young woman said. "Do you need something else?" She looked to Derek, who was on the phone with Penelope.
"Thanks baby girl." He shut the phone. The girl looked away obviously feeling foolish. El suppressed a chuckle.
"Yes," El said. "We need to know who brought up room service to room 418." The manager said, walking back inside the office and returned with several papers with information.
"There are three employees who work that floor. This has everything that you will need to contact them or find them. Will that be all? I believe you are making some of the costumers nervous." The manager looked around at costumers lounging in the lobby.
"Thank you." El said briskly and walked toward the rotating doors.
The car ride back to the station was silent. El liked it that way, but it was clearly unnerving to Derek because he fidgeted around and turned the radio on. El looked through the papers and dialed the number Penelope had given her earlier.
"Goddess of… well whatever you can imagine, speaking. How may I help you?" She said in her cheerful tone.
"Hey, Garcia. I have some names for you." El read off the names and waited for Penelope to respond.
"Despite the horrible name Hubert was given, his record is clean. There isn't anything that would suggest domestic violence or rape. As for the other two, they have minor charges from juvenile records. But nothing serious, I don't think any of these guys would have been involved in this."
"I'm not necessarily looking for involvement. I want to know if these any of the employees would keep their mouths shut if they saw the crime. Thanks P." She closed the phone. With a sigh she said, "How have you been Morgan?" Derek was caught off guard, but answered nonetheless.
"Fine, the work is always hard. But it is worth it." He kept the answer short and to the point, something El liked.
They walked into the station and met up with Reed.
"Penelope says you have suspects for us?" He said pulling his hair behind his ear.
"Yes, we have three." Morgan said. "Where is Hotch?" He asked as he continued walking into the conference room. Jay-Jay was working on paperwork for something, and Prentiss was staring at the whiteboard, contemplating the evidence.
"What do you have for me?" Hotch said from behind them. They spun around and handed Hotch the papers.
"Prentiss and El, go find Jared Dantoni. Reed and Morgan I want you to take Hubert. Rossi and I will take the third suspect." He grabbed his badge and holster then left the room followed by the others.