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Sorry I don't update this quickly enough…here's the fifth chapter! Another one coming for 'Hate To Love You' as well. In the meantime, enjoy this :)

Andrew Franklin, the leader of the Church of True Disciples was nothing out of the ordinary in a man. At least in the physical sense. He was around middle to late fifties in age, had silvery-gray hair, and a pair of normal green eyes. Nothing was strange about the way he looked.

However the moment he opened his mouth was another story entirely.

"Ah, welcome to this splendid house of God!" he boomed, rising from behind his ornate mahogany desk and clapping his hands together. "I'm Father Andrew Franklin and Angie tells me that you all are here to talk to me about some tragic murders that occurred. However we and God may offer guidance, let us know."

Derek, JJ, and Olivia all raised their eyebrows in utter disbelief. JJ was the first to speak. "Er, thank you, but we just need your help. Not God's."

"Everyone needs God's help," Father Franklin said, still grinning widely. "Never underestimate the power of the Lord for he can be our –"

Derek held up his hand. "Thank you for the…wisdom, Father, but we're really just here to talk about the girls," he said swiftly. "Not to get preached at."

Father Franklin's face hardened and he set his jaw in a rough line. "Well then, please have a seat," he said, gesturing to the extremely expensive sitting area. In fact, the entire office was decorated in a highly priced fashion with all mahogany furniture and leather chairs and pieces of artwork. They all took seats and Olivia immediately started in on the questioning. Derek and JJ were fine with giving her the lead.

"Father, we have a few questions for you regarding these six members of your church," she said as JJ pulled out her tablet. Briefly her fingers brushed Olivia's and both of them looked slightly shocked. Shaking her head swiftly to snap out of it, she produced the tablet and its pictures to the Father. "These six girls were all raped and murdered and their murders were vlogged about on the internet by the still unknown assailant," she explained.

"These girls all attended some of my services," he said solemnly. "I never knew any of them personally, but I recognize them all."

Derek cocked a brow. "These girls all made very sizeable donations every month to this church and you didn't know any of them well?" he asked bluntly.

The Father shook his head again. "No Agent, I'm sorry," he said, his voice still very calm. "You see, all of the patrons at the church pay money every month because they believe in the word of God that we preach to the world. And besides, I don't handle the finances. That's George Hanson. We don't trust a woman with the funds you see," he added with a laugh. He winked at JJ and Olivia both. "You females like to spend money."

JJ and Olivia just stared him down with withering stares.

"Alright, we'll talk to him when we're done here," Derek interrupted, steering the conversation away from the Father's blatant sexism. Apparently he didn't know how to talk to women who carried guns. "What we also want to talk to about is your Church's male members. Have you noticed any of them who exhibit odd behavior, maybe a particular attachment to certain women?"

Father Franklin's eyes narrowed. "Why do you ask about our men?" he demanded. "You think one of them had something to do with the murders of these girls? Because I can assure you that there are no men who are capable of murder here. It's against the word of God. 'Thou shalt not murder,'" he quoted.

"That means nothing if they are mentally ill," JJ said. "We think this church is his hunting ground because all the victims come from here. Can you think of any men who have gone through a personal loss of a relationship with a redheaded woman? Maybe they came to you for advice or guidance."

Something flashed in Father Franklin's eyes and his voice stiffened. "I'm afraid I cannot disclose any information on people who have come to me for counsel," he said coarsely. "It is private and someone who comes to me is assured that it will be kept in confidence." He looked at his watch briefly and shook his head, clucking his tongue in the process. "I'm sorry Agents and Detective," he said. "I unfortunately have a meeting I must attend. Feel free to show yourselves out."

And then he was gone, swiftly from the room.

JJ and Olivia shared a look and Derek scoffed. "That man is hiding something," he snapped, rising from the desk. "Did you see the way he shut down?"

Olivia nodded and they all headed out of the office. "We'll just have to figure it out," she huffed as they made their way back to the atrium of the building.

XXXXX

"Thanks for the coffee," Penelope said, taking a quick sip of her fourth cup of coffee for the afternoon. She winked up at Fin. "You're too kind, sweet cheeks."

He laughed. "Oh I'm not touching that," he said, plopping back down next to her.

She frowned at him. "What the hell does that mean?" she asked. The flirting was completely platonic, but usually people got into it.

He smirked at her. "I'd rather not get the shit beaten out of me," he said. "You're a lovely lady and all, but I'm pretty sure Agent Morgan would kill me if I went anywhere near you."

Scowling at him, she huffed, "Listen mister, there is nothing – I repeat, nothing – going on between me and Morgan. He absolutely does not think of me that way. He goes for a more Detective Benson type woman."

"Have you seen the way that man looks at you?" Fin asked incredulously. "He looks at you like he'd do anything to protect you."

Penelope blushed scarlet all the way to her ears. "We're just best friends," she argued. "Trust me."

He opened his mouth again to say something when Munch came striding over to them with a grim expression on his face. "Well I didn't get much out of them, but I did get that he was just a visitor and that he spent a lot of time doing group prayer and preaching to the patients, which was allowed because the facility is a Christian facility," he grumbled. "That's all they would tell me. No reason why his visits stopped abruptly."

Penelope cursed. "I better call Morgan and let him know what we found," she said, ignoring Fin's look when she mentioned Derek's name. She listened to the ringing of the phone, but it didn't last long; he picked up on the first ring.

"Baby Girl?" he said urgently. "Listen, I wanted to make sure you're okay. I'm still really worried about you and –"

She cut him off midsentence. "Don't worry about it, darling," she said, touched by his concern for her. Derek was always concerned for her. "Listen, I've got some information for you. I ran a background check on your Holy Father figure and found something interesting. Up until December of two years ago, he visited the Matthewson Sanitarium every month."

"He was a patient there?"

"Nope," she replied. "We couldn't figure out why he was up there. When Munch called to ask about it they said all he did was his preachy duties that he claims God thrust upon him to tell the world." Her voice was dripping with sarcasm.

"Well, we'll have to wait to question him because he just retreated to a meeting," Derek sighed tiredly. Someone said something on the other line and then he added, "Olivia is getting the others together and we're heading back to the precinct to put the profile together more. What do you want us to grab you for lunch?"

A pit formed in Penelope's stomach and she fought past the lump in her throat. Olivia? He was calling her by her first name? Rubbing her temple, she muttered, "Just grab me whatever."

"Okay, and I really hope –"

She hung up before he could continue.