Disclaimer: Neither are mine. Which is unfortunate because if they were, the likelihood of me meeting Kirsten Vangsness and Mariska Hargitay would increase tenfold. Ah, I love those ladies...

Whew! Sorry I haven't updated this is in like forever. I'm still working on it...just not as much as my other two. So we've got some more evil unsub in this one, and let's not forget our friendly reverend who's holding out on us about what he knows. It all commences now!

Derek was pacing furiously in the hallway near the elevators and running his hands over his head. He wanted nothing more than to kill Andrew Franklin. He knew something about who the unsub was and he was their only chance at finding them currently. He had to do something.

"Yo Morgan!"

Turning to see Fin coming towards him, he glared at him and growled, "What?"

"The technical analyst from Quantico you guys called to help is here," he said. "Said his name is Kevin Lynch."

Fury boiled in Derek's blood at the sound of Lynch's name. The bastard had broken Penelope's heart and they were expecting him to help get her back? He wished Penelope had never trained him so that there was someone better to help. But right now he had to set aside his personal issues with Lynch. The most important thing was getting Penelope back and then never letting her go. He nodded to Fin and said, "Alright. Take me to him."

"He's this way," he said.

When Fin led Derek to Lynch, Kevin held out his hand to shake his. But when Derek didn't shake it back, he awkwardly dropped it and cleared his throat. "Alright Agent Morgan," he said. "What can I do to help get Penny back?"

Fin took them into the empty office where Penelope's computers were set up and Kevin started to sit down. Derek glared at Kevin and said, "You can sit down and shut up and help us find her. Then you can leave her the hell alone for the rest of your life!"

Kevin looked taken back and Fin cocked an eyebrow at what was unfolding in front of him. "Er, Agent Morgan?" Lynch said. "You don't get to tell me to leave Penny alone. That's not your place."

"After the way you treated her, I would count your blessings that I haven't flattened you already," Derek growled. "So, yeah. It's my place to tell you if you can leave her alone."

Lynch glared up at Derek as he started typing and logging into the system. "For your information, Agent Morgan, what happens between Penelope and I is none of your business. She invited me over and she asked me to -"

Before the words could leave his mouth, Derek had socked him in the mouth with all his strength.

"Alright," Fin said gruffly, grabbing Derek by the shoulders. "Come on, Morgan. Your boss is right...you need to take a walk."

"Let me hit him one more time!" Derek growled as Fin dragged him from the room.

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Hotch decided he was going to have to go in after Derek small episode to try and get Andrew Franklin to open up. There would be a lot of damage control to take care of. He was worried sick about Penelope. She had no training whatsoever and wouldn't know any stalling techniques or ways to keep the unsub from killing her prematurely. He was terrified. But unlike Derek he would be able to control himself from blowing up in the face of every possible witness and accessory they came across.

Opening the door to the interrogation room again, he crossed his arms over his chest and stood in front of the ashen Father Franklin. "Father Franklin, I apologize for the actions of my coworker. The woman in the video is...well they're very close."

"I'm very sorry this man took his friend - Penelope is her name? - but there's nothing I can tell you," he said shakily.

Hotch turned on his most vicious stare and fixed the reverend with a cocked eyebrow. "Father, I can easily charge you with obstruction of justice for not cooperating with us. And if you do know who this man is and you are indeed protecting him, you can be charged as an accessory to all these murders."

"Agent -"

"Father Franklin," Hotch said, putting both his hands on the interrogation table and shook his head. "We know you know something. If you help us and give us the information you have, we can cut you a deal. But as soon as I walk out of this room, that deal is no longer on the table. Right now I've got a technical analyst with no training and the man who has her is planning on torturing her and filming it. Currently you are the only one who can help."

For several minutes he was completely silent. Then he sighed. "The man who you're looking for is named Adam. Adam Laderman...he's my son." He sighed. "He was committed to the Matthewson Sanitarium a few years ago but they released him a year later. We've been able to keep him under control, but a few months ago his girlfriend broke up with him for another man and he lost it."

"Where can we find him?" Hotch asked harshly.

"I don't know," he said.

"If you're lying right now, no deal," Hotch snapped.

Franklin looked up at him sharply and said, "Agent Hotchner, I'm not lying right now. The last I knew where he was staying at a youth hostel near Harlem."

"Does he have any credit cards that he uses? Any way to check activity online?"

"I wouldn't know," he said. "He doesn't have a credit card that I've given him. And I wouldn't give him any money. He's not welcome at our home. When he comes to see me, we meet at the Church. He does attend services there."

"Anything else we should know?" Hotch said hardly. Franklin shook his head and Hotch nodded. He started for the door. Turning around, he threw over his shoulder, "I'd call your lawyer if I were you."

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Penelope's mouth was sore after hours in the gag. She'd been left alone for a while and there was only the silence of the room to keep her company. At the moment she was seriously regretting dying her hair red. She wondered if the team was going to find her before or after the unsub mutilated her body. It wasn't death so much that scared her as the pain that was coming. She'd tried wiggling out of her bonds, but her pursuit had been futile.

A crashing noise sounded and the door to her prison opened and the unsub came stomping in, a suitcase in hand. Penelope looked at the case with wide eyes and winced when he set the case down on a table and a clanking sounded in it.

"Hello dearie," he snarled, grabbing her by the hair from behind and yanking her head backwards. She winced and he laughed viciously. "I hope that hurt. And there's more on the way. In the hurt department that is. I know you've all seen my work at the Special Victims Unit's precinct. It's beautiful, isn't it?" He removed the gag from her mouth. the moment she didn't speak though, he hit her once again. "Tell me it's beautiful!"

With a shaking voice, she said, "It - it's beautiful."

He patted her cheek. "Much better."

"Please don't do this," she begged. "You just think you know me. I'm not someone you know. I just came to New York with my team -"

He smacked her again. "You mean you came with him!" he hissed. "Tell me...how would you feel if I killed your lover? He's got a lot of body surface area. I'd have a lot to cut up on him."

"Leave him alone!" she screamed, suddenly furious.

"Very quick to defend your beloved," he said. "What does he have that I don't?"

She glared at him. "He's kind," she spat. "He would never hurt anyone."

Chuckling, he rose to his feet again and went to the camera. "I'm going to start the film," he said. "And this one is specifically for him. I'm sure he'll love it. He'll adore it!" He set the tripod up and set the camera up before pressing the "on" button. Waving at the camera, he said, "This is for Derek. My sweet girl tells me you're kind and would never hurt anyone! Now how about that?" He went behind Penelope and began caressing her shoulders and neck. "What do you feel right now, Derek? I'm touching her right now." He then leaned forward so he was resting on her body and ran his hand across her thigh, fingering the skirt of her dress in the process.

Penelope winced and closed her eyes tightly, praying his touch would just disappear. "Get off of me," she hissed.

He stood back up and once again struck her across the face. He strode over to his table and opened his suitcase and produced a small shiv that looked capable of slitting through bone.

"This will do nicely," he purred. Stroking one of her hands that was bound to the armchair. Swiftly he raised the knife in the air and slammed it down on her hand, slicing all the way through to the wood of the chair.

Penelope couldn't help it; the pain was too much. A piercing scream escaped her mouth and tears fell from her eyes. "You son of a bitch!" she cried. For her comment she received a punch.

"Potty mouth," he scolded. "You never used to swear. Is that something you learned from him?" He turned to face the camera again. "Shame on you, Derek. Teaching our little lady here to swear. That's not very nice." Laughing again, he went to the other side of Penelope and raised the shiv again, barely giving her time to prepare for him to puncture her other hand. Leaning down to Penelope's face, he kissed her cheek and grabbed her chin. "We're going to have all sorts of fun together. And your lover will get to see all of it."

Sorry there was no JJ/Olivia in this one. I've got more plans for them though. Good stuff coming for them :)