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Thanks for your patience with me and how slow this is coming out. Since this one is a case fic, I've been taking extra precautions with the plot. Here's chapter 8 of this…thanks for the reviews! I hope you will like it more as our unsub devolves :) Oh, and the romance too. Always gotta have some romance ;)

SVU Precinct

"Sir, I found a signal!" Penelope cried triumphantly, hurrying towards Captain Cragen's office where Hotch was. "Well, it's only a rough estimate, triangulation of where the signal is coming from, but it's a good five to seven mile radius of the Church!"

Hotch and Cragen looked up at her rapidly breathing figure and blinked twice. "Excellent work, Garcia," he said, rising immediately. "Send the coordinates to our tablets. We'll have to figure out what buildings hold what. I highly doubt the city is going to want us barging in without eliminating the obvious first."

"I'll have a call put in to get the manpower and permission," Cragen said, picking up his phone. "They should let us in by tomorrow. If not, I've got our A.D.A, Casey Novak who'll get us in no matter what they say."

Nodding, Hotch said, "Excellent. I'm going to call the others and give them the lo down."

Penelope followed her boss out of the office and back through the precinct. "Do you have more you want me to look into, sir?" she asked. "I still have more looking into on our most recent victim, but so far she's clean. Her financials are exactly like the other women's…too much spent on their religion."

Hotch halted for a moment and looked thoughtful about her request. "The Matthewson Sanitarium," he stated. "I want to know everything about them. Look for any red flags and how they might be attached to Franklin. If they're going to such great lengths to keep his presence there a secret, there must be something shady going on up there."

Jotting everything down on her pad of paper, she nodded. "Alright then, sir," she said, clicking her fluffy top pen closed. "I'll get right on it right away."

Penelope started back to her workstation and started to work immediately on the tasks Hotch had given her. The Matthewson Sanitarium's website didn't seem to give off any fireworks that there would be anything wrong with their facility. But if it were easy, they probably wouldn't be in Manhattan helping with the case. So Penelope began her best duty and went to work hacking into their system.

None of their patients were sticking out to her, so she didn't make any notes, but she made sure to keep her eyes wide open on every little movement of the staff and doctors. They had more of a likelihood of knowing something about Franklin's movements than the residents of the hospital.

She looked for possible familial relationships, Church patrons, or anything else suspicious. There was nothing. Zip. Zilch. The whole search was turning up fruitless.

From next to her computer on the desk, her phone started to vibrate and the tone of "I'm Too Sexy" rang out. It was Derek. She blew out a sigh. She just needed to get over her insecurities and forget about it. So what if he wanted to sleep with the overly beautiful Olivia Benson? It was just like him to sleep with most gorgeous woman around. Giving up would be the simplest option for her.

She didn't care what Fin told her; it simply wasn't going to happen between her and Derek.

Sighing heavily, she took another sip of her now lukewarm coffee before continuing on her journey through the cyberspace channels of Matthewson Sanitarium.

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The Church of the True Disciples

Derek and Olivia went inside the Church of the True Disciples without even sparing a second glance at the perky assistant who'd greeted them the first time they'd come to see Father Franklin.

"You can't just come in here out of nowhere," she huffed, hastily tailing after them as they strode towards Franklin's office. "Father Franklin is a very busy man and doesn't have time for –"

"Lady, we've got no time for your bragging about the good Father's holiness," Derek growled. "Another girl from this church was just killed and we need to have a longer chat with him with no meetings interrupting us." He arched his eyebrows in an angry expression. He wasn't going to say anything about this, but all the victims had red hair and were curvy like Penelope. This last one though…she had been almost a fifteen year younger dead ringer for his Baby Girl. There was a high possibility she could be in danger.

He wasn't playing around anymore.

The girl scowled at him and put herself between the door and Derek and Olivia. "I don't know who you think you are, but –"

"Let us in," Olivia said firmly. "We're getting in one way or another."

Huffing again, she looked at her watch and grumbled, "He'll be in his office in ten minutes. You can wait in his office until he returns." Then she stomped off in the direction of her desk and returned to her duties.

As they sat down inside of Franklin's office, Olivia glanced at Derek's tense face and body language. "Are you okay?" she asked in concern.

Clenching his jaw, he muttered, "Yeah, I'm fine."

"You don't look fine," she shot back. But Olivia had a hunch of what was wrong. "That girl did look an awful like Penelope. There's a good reason for you to feel on edge."

His head snapped up. "We're not going to talk about this," he snapped. "Especially in this douchebag's office."

"Derek –"

"Or maybe we should discuss your obvious attraction to JJ," he said. Noticing her obvious discomfort at the statement, he bent his head and rubbed his face. "That was uncalled for…sorry. You're right about it. That girl hit a little close to home for me. She looked absolutely like a younger Penelope."

Olivia nodded. "It's okay," she said sympathetically. "It takes more than a little bit of snappish commenting to really get to me." She gave him a crooked smile. "No problem."

"You're awfully understanding and I just don't know why I snap at you," he said with a wink.

"Sweet cheeks," Olivia said, "it's all good."

He laughed a little bit and shook his head. "You're one cool lady, Olivia Benson," he said.

She laughed. "I suppose so," she said.

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SVU Precinct-Several Hours Later

"So he's devolving rapidly, but there could be several reasons," JJ said. She was sitting with Penelope, Fin, Hotch, and Munch and they were working on the profile. It was ten o'clock at night and they were all exhausted from lack of sleep. "He knows we're here and working the case, he's getting closer to finding his true victim – the woman of his affection, he's losing control."

"Could it be a combination of the three?" Fin asked.

Hotch seemed to think about it for a moment and then nodded. "Detective Tutuola, you might be on to something," he said. "We should definitely consider it a possibility. This unsub is getting off on his torture and he likely wants us to know about it."

"These killings are getting worse by the victim," Munch said. "The last woman was more severely raped and mutilated than the other six combined."

JJ agreed. "Do we think he's going to have another victim in a certain time period?" she asked curiously. She turned to the two SVU detectives to add, "What was the length of time between the kills before we got here?"

"About two weeks between each other," Munch explained.

"So whatever triggered this happened three months," Hotch concluded. "It's looking like a woman who left him and all his resentment is being targeted at women who resemble her. And the amount of overkill suggests whatever happened between them was horrendous enough to cause this."

"Maybe it wasn't that big of a break up," JJ suggested. "He could be delusional and imagining that it wasn't just a regular breakup."

Penelope was the one to shake her head this time. "Based on what he's vlogged, I don't think that would be right," she said. But biting her lip, she added, "However, I'm not a profiler."

Hotch shook his head. "I'd have to agree with you, Garcia," he said. "There's a lot of anger behind what he was saying. Has the one from the most recent kills been put up?"

She nodded. "It just got posted now actually," she said with raised eyebrows. She turned her laptop around so they could all see. Taking a deep breath, she pushed the "play" button and the deep sound of the unsub's voice filled their ears.

"Her screams were absolutely shrill," he growled. "It's a miracle no one at all heard my work." The video continued on for another four minutes before it began to wrap up. "And for the FBI who is here in town investigating these crimes, know that I am watching you and your every move. Tread carefully or you may just find yourselves in a whole world of hurt." Without another word the screen flashed to black and the video ended, leaving them all in silence.

Sighing, Hotch rubbed his face. "We all need a few hours of sleep," he said. "We'll be back here at seven. I suggest you all get a few hours of sleep."

Coming up next time is Derek and Olivia's conversation with Father Franklin, more JJ/Olivia, and a brief misunderstanding for Penelope.