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So yeah, the unsub got Penelope and JJ and Olivia are getting a little closer. Lots of case stuff for right now before we get back to the ooey gooey romance stuff. Thanks for the reviews so far and I hope you like this one :)

"Have you calmed down yet?"

Derek turned around from his pacing to find Hotch looking at him with a hard expression on his face. Gritting his teeth, he said, "Hotch man, we have to keep her safe. That sick fuck has pictures of her. He's going to try and get to her."

"You think I don't know that?" Hotch asked incredulously. "Right now though, you need to focus on the search. I'm calling to let the precinct know to keep her inside." Noticing Derek was about to speak up, he added, "No, you're not going to call yourself because you're just going to want to talk to her. And that is off limits considering the display of behavior I saw this morning." Derek clenched his jaw and rubbed his face tiredly. "Morgan, you and Garcia will have to talk at some point and figure this out, but right now is not that time." Gesturing to the door, he said, "We have to get in there now."

Grumbling to himself but going inside anyway, Derek stalked past the staring cops and back into the room with the pictures of Penelope. JJ and Olivia both looked up and nodded to him.

"Where are we with this?" he said.

JJ picked up a few pieces of paper that looked to be receipts. "These show purchases from a few months ago and a few from just a couple of weeks ago. They were for a knife sharpener, kerosene, a bunch of different computer cables and tools."

"What was it paid for with?" Olivia called out as she was searching through more of the papers on the desk.

Derek shook his head. "Cash, by the looks of it," he said dejectedly. He caught sight of Hotch coming back into the room and shot him a look. "Hotch? Did you make that call?"

"Yes, Morgan," Hotch said, not looking at him as he went to observe the pictures. "The officer I spoke to said she wasn't in the office, but that he'd seen her walking in the direction of the restroom a moment before I called. He'll let her know to stay inside when she gets back."

"What if she goes outside instead of going back to her computer?" he asked snippily.

Hotch shot JJ and Olivia a look that told them to keep Morgan busy. JJ took his arm and pulled Morgan towards the piles. "Look through these," Olivia ordered. "Stop being snippy."

Derek didn't look happy about it, but he did it anyway.

The piles and piles of papers that the unsub had laying around led to nothing. Most of them were receipts for items payed for with cash. However, an hour later after searching through two of the piles, JJ found something that made her pause.

"Olivia, Morgan," she said. "You need to take a look at this." She held up the sheet of paper and Derek snatched it from her.

His eyes went wide. "Holy shit," he said.

Olivia took a look at it and she shook her head. "Let me call Cragen and let him know to have an interrogation room open. I'll also have Casey get us a warrant."

XXXXX

Derek, Olivia, and JJ strode into the SVU precinct at and Olivia led them towards the interrogation rooms. "He's right this way," Olivia said. Behind the glass, they found Stabler, Cragen, and Casey all watching Father Andrew Franklin as he sat in the small interrogation room, his head bent as he prayed.

"How long has he been like that?" Derek asked.

Stabler snorted. "Too long," he said. "We made it very clear that he wasn't under arrest, but he just said he needed time for 'contemplation ad reflection with the Lord.'"

Casey nodded. "If you can get something out of him, we might be able to put him under arrest," she said.

JJ shook her head. "We don't think he's the unsub," she said. "He doesn't fit the profile at all. It's likely he knows them, though."

"Do we think he's going to open up at all?" Cragen asked, looking to Derek and JJ.

"We'll have to see," Derek answered. "I've been thinking about it and I think the visits to the Matthewson Sanitarium might have been to visit someone who was discharged. The profile of the unsub suggests he would have severe problems with delusion. Maybe that's our connection."

"That's a good thought," Stabler said. "I've thought the same thing. Who do we wanna send in there to talk to him?"

"I'll go in," Derek offered. "Detective Stabler? Care to join me?"

Stabler nodded. "Yeah," he said. "I'll go in with you." Olivia was glad Elliot was opening up slightly to a Federal agent.

"Keep it in check, Derek," JJ warned. "We'll let you know if there's anything new to report."

Both Derek and Stabler entered the interrogation room and Franklin looked up at them both. "Ah, Agent Morgan," he said sarcastically. "Always a pleasure to see your smiling face. No Agent Jareau or Detective Benson today, I see." His eyes flicked to Stabler. "Who's your friend?"

"This is Detective Stabler," Derek said, gesturing to Elliot. "We hope you're comfortable. Now, do you know why you were called in to answer some questions?"

He nodded. "Yes, I do actually," he said. "The younger agent, Dr. Reid told me that you were calling me in because my name had been found in your investigation in direct correlation with the person committing these crimes against the women."

"Something along those lines," Derek said, sitting down on one of the chairs. He sat back and observed Franklin. "Your name was found at the scene of where the signal of the videos the murderer has been putting on the internet."

Franklin kept his face neutral. "I have no idea how that would happen," he said calmly. "Maybe this killer wishes to find guidance from the Church."

"This kind of killer, he's not looking for guidance from any church," Stabler snapped, taking the seat next to Derek. "I'd be willing to guess that he didn't have your number for anything like that."

"You cannot guess the desires of any man's heart, Detective," Franklin said.

"No, but these guys who came from the FBI can," Stabler returned. "They can figure out why a person did something and what they had for breakfast right before hand."

Derek nodded. "What he said."

"Why don't you tell us how you know this guy?" Stabler said harshly. "That will help us immensely. And you'll be saving yourself a hell of a lot of heat. You really think it won't go hurt your beloved Church's reputation to hold out on this information."

A knock sounded on the door and Stabler got up to go check on who it was. He opened the door and Cragen stuck his head in to whisper something. When Stabler's eyes went wide, Derek knew something was happening. He rose from his seat and went to their sides to see what was happening. "What's going on?" Now Hotch had entered the scene. And his face was grim. Definitely not a good sign. Derek pushed them all out of the interrogation room and closed the door behind him. "Why is everyone so freaking quiet right now? You're acting like someone -"

Cragen cut him off. "Agent Morgan, the unsub just sent us another video," he said.

"But there hasn't been another killing," he said, his brow furrowing in confusion. No one spoke again and he growled, "Why won't anyone tell me what the hell..." His voice trailed off and he stormed out of the room to where the computers were set up. His gut dropped and he pressed the "play" button.

"Hello BAU Special Agents," the still shadowy unsub hissed to the camera lens. "This message is directly for you, even though the world can see it.

"By now you should realize that your darling red headed maiden is no longer present at your precinct. If you haven't, shame on you." He moved out of the way of the camera to reveal a tied up, gagged, and bound Penelope. Her eyes were wide and there were tears streaming down her face. She was shaking from fear. Derek felt his blood go cold. "See, this one is different from my other girls. She's special. She's my soulmate. But unfortunately for my lovely darling, she's a terrible,terrible girl. She lied to me. She shacked up with another. You know exactly who this other is. He took her. He'll suffer the consequences. Because I'm going to tape every last second of her torture and you will go through the same thing I went through when she left me.

"So you will not be seeing her again. That much should be obvious. Not now. Not ever." He paused to let out a cackle. "However, I am in the giving mood. I'm going to be a nice boy and take off her gag. She gets to say her last goodbyes to you all before she meets her untimely death."

Turning his back to the lens once again, he stalked towards Penelope and loosened the gag around her mouth. It was clear that there were sore red markings at the corners of her mouth. The unsub backhanded her across the face and hissed in her ear, "Speak! You have three minutes!"

Derek had never wanted to beat a man's brains in more.

Stifling a sob, Penelope cried, "I wanted to tell you all how much I love you guys. Hotch, you're the best leader and father in the world and I hope Jack continues to be the boy you and Haley raised him to be; Rossi, you always know how -" She choked on her words. "- you always know how to make me laugh and you're the greatest Italian I've ever met; Blake, I know we had a little trouble starting off, but you're one of the smartest women I know and also one of the strongest; Reid, I want you to know that you can keep smiling, even if Maeve is gone and you can always keep her alive in your heart; JJ, tell Henry that I love him and I know you'll be able to find love again."

She started to cry harder. "And Derek...I love -"

The unsub backhanded her once more and spat, "Time's up!" He grabbed the cloth and shoved it in her mouth again, resuming her silence. Returning to the camera, he finally revealed his face and a huge unpleasant grin lit up his face. "Sorry I had to cut that little declaration of love short, Derek!" He spat Derek's name out. "Hope that was a sufficient farewell. It's the last one you'll be getting."

And then the video finished and the screen went black.

Derek found himself sinking to the chair closest to him, his eyes wide and his chest full of agony. Words escaped him. Cragen, Hotch, JJ, and Olivia had witnessed the whole video. JJ and Hotch looked just as pale as Derek and there were tears swimming on the surface of JJ's eyes. Derek put his head in his hands. His world had stopped. Every sound had turned louder and his vision was blurry.

But then the sadness and fear turned to unadulterated rage.

Rising from his chair, he roared, "We need a technical analyst now! We have to trace this signal and we have to get Penelope back from this sicko!"

By now the rest of the team had shown up again, Fin, Munch, Stabler, and Casey in tow.

"What the hell is all this yelling about?" Casey demanded, hands on her hips.

"The unsub took our technical analyst," JJ said mutely, covering her hand with her mouth. "Hotch, Morgan's right. We need another analyst."

Hotch nodded mutely. "Reid, I want you to call Kevin Lynch up here right away," he said. "He's not Garcia, but he's the best we have right now."

"Until then we'll get one of our own on the job," Cragen said. "Maybe they can get a head start."

Blake spoke up. "My guess is he's going to keep her longer. She's the object of his desire. The perfect substitute."

Hotch nodded. "Let's get started looking for her then." When the rest of them dispersed in a frantic fashion, he went to Derek's side where the younger agent was fuming. He put his hand on his shoulder. "Morgan, are you going to be okay doing this?" he asked quietly, yet firmly.

Morgan nodded with a clenched jaw. "I'm going to be perfectly fine," he hissed. "Right now I'm going to go get as much information out of this bastard as possible."

As he started off, Hotch followed him and added, "Derek, you do know what happens since he'll be keeping her longer."

He nodded and bent his head. It was very clear, the pain he was in.

"Yeah," he said tensely. "That the torture will be ten times worse."