Author's Note: This is a rewrite of my former Chapter 4. I didn't really like how the original chapter four was written, and it didn't really fit with my original plot. Therefore, I've rewritten it, not only changing things around but also making it longer. Thanks to all who reviewed the first incarnation of this chapter and I hope you like this one just as well!

Chapter 4: Connections

Agents Aaron Hotchner and Jason Gideon walked into the BAU's temporary headquarters just in time to hear:

"Does anyone think it's strange that we never knew Gideon had a son?" Prentiss asked, completely oblivious to the fact that Gideon was standing directly behind her.

"I don't think so," Gideon answered. The young woman spun around so fast that it looked like she might fall.

"Our relationship is strained; I didn't see a reason to make a big deal out of it." Gideon continued.

"If that's the case then why did he refer to you as 'dad'?"

"Didn't you catch the sarcasm Prentiss?" Was Gideon's sharp response.

"Morgan get Garcia on the line," Hotch ordered taking a seat at the table that dominated the room.

As Morgan dialed the lab tech's number, everyone else grabbed a chair. He put the phone on speaker than sat down on the table. The team waited patiently as the phone rang.

"Office of the Being with the Utmost Intelligence, you rang?" The blonde's chipper voice answered after a few short rings.

"Garcia," Gideon began, "I need you to check for a connection between our victims and a Matilda Higgins. We know that she went missing in June about three and a half years ago. See if you can dig up any other connection."

"Uhm… okay give me a moment," she mumbled. The faint sound of furious typing reached the team's ears; clearly, Garcia was checking her 'babies' for the information Gideon required.

"Here's something Chief. We knew the victims were all future brides but did you know they all hired the same wedding planning service, including the missing Higgins."

"Do you have a list of employees?" Morgan asked.

"Sorry sweet cheeks, it's a private company we would need a warrant to get a copy of their employee list. Apparently, you need a referral in order to become a client. Wunderbar! Now if I ever find a man I need a referral before I can drag him to the alter," she said with a sarcastic pout in her voice.

"What's the name of the company?" Morgan asked smiling at the techie's comment.

"Til death do you Part," was the reply, "creepy name for a wedding planning service."

"Well one of their employee's is a creepy guy," JJ interjected. "Hey Garcia, see if you can discovered who sent the referral."

"Huh, strange, looks like the company sent the referral."

"Alright Garcia send Morgan the address of the company, we'll check it out." Gideon told the techie.

"Done."

"Now can you get me the address for a Mattie Lock?"

"Hang on," the techie replied. Gideon stared at the phone as if by shear force of will he could make Garcia work faster. "Here's the scoop boss man, Mattie Lock is actually a pen name and I haven't yet found the authors real name. However, I do have an address and a number for the publishing company. I'll fax you a copy ASAP."

"Thanks Garcia, keep digging." Hotch said before hanging up. "Morgan do you have that address?" He continued.

"Yeah, looks like it's a Park Avenue address."

"Alright you and Prentiss take the Detective and go check it out. We will wait here before deciding on anything else." Gideon ordered. Morgan nodded and headed out the door but then stopped when he realized that Prentiss was not following.

"Why me?" She asked Gideon.

"The unsub likes brunettes, Emily. I'm sending you with Morgan because not only does this particular unsub like to inject himself into the investigation but his obsession with brunettes can be used to our advantage."

"Oh," was Emily's reply before hurrying to join Morgan. As she left Gideon grabbed one of the case files and began to pour over it.

"You think sending her with Morgan is a good idea?" Hotch asked.

"She needs more confidence in the field."

"What if the unsub decides to make her his next target?"

"Did you ask them to send an unmarked car to watch Stephan?"

"Yes, they have someone following him and another unit watching his building." An uncomfortable silence fell between the remaining members of the BAU team, especially the team's senior agents.

"Prentiss will be fine, she's not exactly the unsubs type." Gideon finally said, correctly interpreting Hotch's look without glancing up from the case file in front of him. To prove his point Gideon took a picture of a smiling Melissa Karter, obviously taken when she was alive, and put it on the table in front of Hotch. The only similarity between the dead woman and Emily was hair color.

The black escalade pulled up along side one of Park Avenue's polished buildings and out stepped the two FBI agents and the NYPD's Detective Nora Bennett. They stood on the sidewalk staring up at the building before mounting the stairs to the front door.

"I had thought that after that vigilante serial case I had seen the last of you guys," Detective Bennett told Morgan, "apparently I was wrong."

"Come on Detective," Morgan said teasingly, "I thought you would be happy to see us again."

"If the circumstances were different maybe I would be."

That seemed to end the conversation, and the three continued on their way into the building. They entered the foyer that had marble floors and in every available corner, there was a potted plant. They made their way to the receptionist desk, which sat in splendor in the center of the foyer.

"May I see your referral please?" The receptionist asked she was an obvious bleach-dyed blonde.

"Yes here it is," Detective Bennett said, showing the receptionist her badge. "I'm Detective Bennett with the NYPD this here is Special Agent Morgan and Special Agent Prentiss from the FBI."

"What can I do for you Detective?"

"You could tell us who is was working on the marriages of Rachel Adams, Cheryl Monroe, Melissa Karter, and Kathryn Olsen."

"Do you happen to know the grooms name as well? Otherwise I can't help you."

"These contracts would have fallen through due to unforeseen circumstances." Morgan told the woman with growing impatience.

"Like death," Prentiss said leaning on the receptionist desk and staring the woman down.

"I'm sorry unless you have a warrant I can't give you that information."

"Michele surely we can help these Agents in their search. Go on and get them the information they need." An authoritative male voice said, shortly followed by a man walking from around the corner. He came up to the receptionist's desk then stopped.

"Rachel Adams and Cheryl Monroe, aren't those the name of those two poor girls that were discovered dead not to long ago?" He asked looking at Prentiss and ignoring both Morgan and the Detective.

"Why yes." Prentiss answered not knowing how to respond.

"Read about in the papers terrible news, and to think they were once clients of ours. Michele I thought I told you to get that information."

"Mr. Wyckoff I thought you said…"

"Michele." He said beginning to sound annoyed.

"Of course Mr. Wyckoff, just a moment please." She left her desk hurriedly and went in search of the files they had requested.

"Nice girl a little slow sometimes." Mr. Wyckoff said by way of explanation.