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Here's the 4th chapter of this! Sorry it's a bit delayed…thank you for the kind reviews :)

Derek, JJ, and Olivia entered through the busy atrium of the Church of the True Disciples with Elliot, Blake, and Reid. Elliot moved up next to Olivia. "So how are the Feds treating you?" he asked his partner. "Well? Because if they're not, I'll make sure to –"

Olivia cut him off by patting his shoulder. "El, don't worry about it," she whispered back. "They're fine. Agent Morgan is great. Agent Jareau is –"

She was cut off in her explanation by a person who worked at the church coming to speak with them and the rest of the agents. "Welcome to the home of the home of the True Disciples!" she boomed. "We live to serve God and we welcome all who seek out his guidance. My name is Angie. How may we help you?" A huge, almost blinding grin lit up her face and she clapped her hands together.

Elliot held up his badge for them to see. "You can give us information on six girls who've been raped and murdered," he said bluntly. "I'm Detective Stabler and this is my partner Detective Benson. Along with us are these FBI agents."

The woman's face fell and she paled. "Oh dear," she said, her hand going to her throat. "That's terrible! But I'm wondering what could we here at the Church of the True Disciples have to do with those."

Blake arched a brow at Angie. "These six women all attended this church," she explained. She held up her tablet with pictures of all six victims displayed and added, "You're saying you don't know any of these women?"

Angie shook her head and her mouth formed a small "o." "No," she said. "There are about one thousand Disciples that go to Church here. And I only come to two of the seven services they hold during the week. These women could come to any number of services."

Derek shook his head. "We're going to have to speak with your pastor, Andrew Franklin," he said. "Agent Blake and Dr. Reid and Detective Stabler will be going to interview your fellow employees while Agent Jareau, Detective Benson, and I talk to Franklin."

"That's Father Franklin to you," Angie snapped, glaring at Derek in the process. "I'll take you to his office right now…if you promise to be polite and show him respect. Father Franklin is a very important and wholly good man. You don't –"

"Miss, why don't you stop lecturing the agent and take us to him," Olivia said sharply. "We're going to need to talk to him now."

"Fine," Angie huffed and started in the direction they were supposed to go.

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"I'm starting to want to break my own ears off," Fin grunted after he'd finished another video off the True Disciples' webpage.

Penelope laughed and took a sip of her coffee. "It's okay," she said. "I have moments where I want to take my eyes out with a rusty spoon after some of the things I see on my screens back at the BAU."

He smirked at her statement. "How's it going over there with the computers over there? Anything yet?" he asked curiously.

"Unfortunately no," she sighed. "I've just started another search that's going to take maybe an hour or two to finish completely." One of her three computers let out a ding and she rolled her chair over to it. "Ah, and this is my background check on Father Andrew Franklin!"

Munch snorted. "The government and their ability to find every little thing out about us," he said.

Penelope pursed her lips in a smile. She was enjoying this cynical detective. "Don't worry," she said. "I pinky promise I won't be checking up on you." Her eyes continued to look at the screen and scan for facts about Andrew Franklin. "All normal stuff," she said, biting her lip. "Until we get to…this."

"What is it?" Fin asked, leaning over her shoulder to look at what she was talking about.

She picked up her fluffy-topped purple pen and jotted something down on her yellow legal pad. "See this?" she pointed out. "This is a record of attendance at Matthewson's Sanitarium in upstate New York. But the weird thing is nothing's listed for why he was going up there every month. There's nothing in his file that would suggest he needed hospitalization and he's not been prescribed any medications."

"I'll make a call up to Matthewson's Sanitarium and see what they have to say for why our good holy man was visiting every month up until..." Munch started. He looked to Penelope for when he'd stopped.

"December of two years ago," she reported.

"I'm all over it," he said, saluting her as he went to find a phone.

From the table, Penelope's phone vibrated and her photo ID picture of Derek kissing the top of her head. Glaring at it, she hit the ignore button and continued working on the computer.

Five minutes later the phone buzzed again and she groaned.

It didn't go unnoticed by Fin.

"What's up with you and him?" he asked, pointing at the picture of her and Derek on the phone as the phone buzzed one last time. "And why do you seem so mad at him?"

Furrowing her brow and pretending to be confused, she asked innocently, "Who are you talking about?"

He smirked. "You and that Agent Morgan guy," he stated knowingly. He knew she was intentionally stalling and avoiding the subject. "Spill on it."

"There's nothing to spill on Der – er, Morgan and I are merely friends," she said snippily. "Best friends who just so happen –"

Fin cut her off. "Best friends who just so happen to call each other 'Hot Stuff' and 'Baby Girl'?" he interrupted with an even wider smirk.

She shot him a look. "Don't get me started," she said as he laughed.

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Derek was extremely confused as to why Penelope wasn't answering her phone. They'd been instructed to wait for a little while outside Andrew – oh, Father – Franklin's office. So he took the opportunity to call her and press her more on her behavior from earlier. While he listened to the rings on the phone, he noticed JJ and Olivia's behavior towards each other. They were standing oddly close to each other. Or maybe it wasn't so odd. After Will had died, he had no idea if JJ would ever get back in the swing of things with dating.

A sex crimes detective from New York wasn't exactly what he thought she would start with, but judging by the way she was looking at Olivia, there was something there. Something that made JJ look different. Color was back in her cheeks, for one, and she'd begun to make small talk with someone.

Maybe things were looking up for JJ.

Derek just hoped she would find a way to heal her heart.

Once again his Baby Girl's phone went to voicemail and he had to resist the urge to shout out a curse word. He had no idea what was going on with the woman today. He would have to figure it out later. Replacing his phone in his leather jacket's pocket, he stayed back while observing JJ and Olivia out of the corner of his eye. The way Olivia was looking at JJ was somewhat protective, like she didn't want to see her in harm's way.

Yet another reason for Derek to like her.

"Detective, Agents," a perky voice said. "The Reverend Father will see you now."

Derek nodded and joined the women in his company and nodded. "Take us to him, if you would," he directed.

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Somewhere Secluded – Midnight

He sat in the room watching the television footage from the FBI's arrival over and over again, pausing it every so often to get different angles of the red head. There was nothing he could focus on but touching the silkiness of her hair at some point. Her skin looked equally delectable. Maybe he could sink his teeth into it to mar it. The options were endless.

She was the perfect match.

The best part was he'd found her somewhere outside of the Church. She wasn't from the same crop as where he normally got his girls. She was…fresh, somehow.

One thing he couldn't stand was the man who was standing behind her in the footage, his hand almost touching the small of her back. He would kill him if he ever got the chance for being so close to his girl.

His plan would go into motion soon. As soon as everything was settled, he would set the plan in motion.