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Here's the third chapter! And there should be much rejoicing as Criminal Minds is coming back for a ninth season with Kirsten Vangsness and AJ Cook! I'm also crossing my fingers that the character they kill off in the season finale is Kevin. That would just make my day :)

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Derek was thoroughly confused now as he, the rest of the BAU, and the SVU detectives filtered to where Penelope was preparing to show them all the information she'd uncovered. He had no idea what had gotten into her. On the phone she'd been cheerful and doting, but the moment he strode into the precinct she was fierce and fuming. And there was no telling what he had done to make her angry. He didn't recall anything stupid he'd done recently.

Now as they were all gathered together, he tried to grin at her. She merely narrowed her eyes and got ready to explain the connection she'd found. Frowning, he looked to his right where Olivia was smirking at him and playfully snapped, "Huh? What the look for?"

"I think you know, sweet heart," she snorted.

The nickname sounded so strange coming from another woman's lips other than Penelope's. But seeing as she was being less than pleasant with him, he decided to sit back and take what he could get. "Humph," he grunted.

"What do you have for us Garcia?" Hotch asked, crossing his arms over his chest. With gritted teeth, Penelope answered, "Yes, sir. And you're going to love yours truly for this. There was quite a bit of protection on their financials, but I managed to get around it. All six of them –"

"Let me guess," Elliot interrupted. "They all went to the same ultra-exclusive beauty salon?"

Penelope shot him a look saying, "No. I found out that they were all spending massive amounts of money by donating it. A lot of it. The bulk of their money each month went to a religious organization called 'The True Disciples'."

"Do we want to know what this group is like?" Blake asked dryly.

Penelope nodded. "It's a large – and by large, I mean HUGE – church based out of Brooklyn. I sent the address to your tablets already."

"It's the only connection between the women. That must be his hunting ground," Rossi said.

"Is this a real church?" Stabler asked. "How much information do you have on them?"

Biting her lip, Penelope continued, "They are a mega church, but not a normal one. They're like those Westboro Baptist people, only multiplied by one hundred. There are about one thousand people who attend it during the week, but they have services every day of the week but Mondays and Wednesdays so they're not all gathered together at once. In addition to the religious services they host several different Bible study sessions, youth groups, and even a permanent daycare center."

"So they spread hate every day of the week," Fin grumbled.

Penelope nodded. Turning her computer around so they could all see the screen, she pressed the "play" button and let the feed roll. "Check this out," she said. "It's one of six thousand and forty eight videos."

The room immediately filled with the sound of a middle-aged man's gravelly voice. Every word released from his made him sound like a nut job. "The Lord wants us to rid this world – HIS world – of filth that has contaminated it for far too long. We must rid the world of those who don't heed to God's word. We must abolish sin!"

"Leave it to the fundamentally insane to spread around hate," Munch snorted sarcastically. "Seriously, why is it always them? There must be a calling they have that attracts the others because I don't understand how they all find each other and multiply."

Cragen shot him a look, then turned to Hotch to ask, "What do you want to do, Agent? I'm following your lead on this."

Hotch nodded. "Rossi's right," he said. "It's very likely our unsub is part of this church if it's the only thing connecting our victims. Garcia, you said the tapes number in the thousands?"

She nodded. "Yes, sir," she confirmed. "Six thousand and forty eight."

"Seeing as this is our best lead, Garcia I need you to stay here and continue to try and find the signal where the videos are centered."

Cragen pointed to Munch and Fin. "Munch, Fin, you stay with her and go through the videos. Try and find out anything you can that might tell us more about the church or anything that seems similar to what they're doing with the other videos or what they're saying."

Hotch continued. "Morgan and JJ, I'd like you to team up with Detective Benson again to talk to the parish leader."

Penelope chimed in. "His name is Andrew Franklin," she said.

He nodded. "Right. Blake and Reid, you and Detective Stabler go with, but I want you talking to employees. Rossi and I are going to visit with the victims' families again to talk about their involvement with the church."

Everyone immediately moved into action. As he was following Olivia and JJ out the door, he stopped briefly and touched Penelope's arm. She stepped backwards and he felt like he'd been stung. "Baby, what's wrong?" he asked quietly. "You're acting…odd."

She sighed, but gave him a weak smile anyway. "Just not feeling very great, lover," she said tiredly. She watched as he opened his mouth to say more, but she cut him off. "Morgan, go," she said harshly, ignoring the wounded puppy dog look on his face.

Sighing, he nodded and leaned forward to kiss her forehead, then took off out the door.

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JJ slid into the SUV beside Olivia as Derek and Blake slid into the front of it. She glanced over at the detective. She wondered what it took to work crimes that much of the time involved children.

"How long have you been doing this job?" she blurted to Olivia.

The older woman looked over at her with a curious expression on her face. "Twelve years," she answered. "How long? How long have you been with the FBI?"

"Almost ten years," she murmured. "I was at the Pentagon for a while in between those though."

Making small talk with a sex crimes cop was proving somewhat difficult. She was certainly interested in what she had to say. It was mainly talking to someone new that put her on edge. After Will died, she'd shut down from anyone new. Literally no one. Her therapist had recommended she get out meet new people and reenter the world as she used to be.

She'd had no interest in it though.

But for some reason she could see herself getting to know this detective. She felt some form of a connection to her that she couldn't explain.

"How many sex crimes have you worked?" Olivia asked.

JJ wondered if this was all they would talk about, their jobs. She couldn't quite figure out why she minded so much.

In fact, she couldn't figure out why she minded any of this.

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As they pulled into the Church of the True Disciples, Olivia was confused. She was confused by her awkward conversation with JJ. They'd talked about their jobs. Their jobs, for Christ sake. From the front seat she could see Derek Morgan looking at her with a smirk from in the rearview mirror and she had to resist the urge to smack him.

"Alright, let's get going. Blake, you and Reid know what to do. We'll hit up the parish leader and see what's going on and how well he knew the victims. You guys check with employees," Morgan instructed, interrupting Olivia thoughts. "Let's do this."

She sighed internally. Work. That's right. Work.