A/N: Hi guys. Sorry this has been such a long time coming. I've been incredibly busy. If you aren't new to the story I guess you've probably forgotten a lot of it. Let me give you a little recap.

Valencia is still with Reid in the bookstore. Nothing has changed much on that front. Turns out Valencia's doctor was a sick puppy and took advantage of her, but Frank and Morgan arrested him and all is well. Daisy let them on to that, and told the boys to give her friend Valencia a message: Mexico. Maggie and Hotch just met up with Dean Porter (Valencia's father) and are meeting him at the Rosebyne police station. Everyone else is at the coffee shop across the street, by that I mean JJ, Emily and Alex Newman who is tucked away somewhere in a back room. And that's what you missed on Glee. Wait, what?

Sorry for this chapter, it's pretty short and kind of really boring, but it's just a sort of connect I had to make with the next chapter (which is a lot better I hope). I will be uploading that one within the hour. Enjoy!

"Damnit. Yeah. Okay. Yeah. Thanks Morgan."

Morgan had just called Hotch to fill him in on the little Doctor incident. In turn Hotch filled in Maggie, who was just as angry.

"That son of a bitch... I could just..."

"We have to stay focused Maggie." He put a hand on her leg in a comforting manner before realizing how inappropriate it was. He pulled it away quickly and put his hand back on the wheel. To his relief Maggie did not say anything about it.

They were on their way to the Rosebyne police station, Dean Porter was too, but left a little after they did in his own car.

Eager to change the conversation, Maggie bought up their latest encounter with Dean Porter.

"It's strange that he didn't know anything about her disappearance. I guess now we know why."

Hotch nodded in agreement, thinking back to his conversation with Morgan. It was really no suprise that a place like that hadn't informed family.

Desperate to fill the empty silence, Maggie tried again.

"Also strange that everything was exactly the same, pictures, furniture..."

"I noticed that too. Did you see the look he gave you when you bought up Meredith?"

She hadn't. He spoke again.

"I'm not saying he is guilty of anything. Right now I'm desperate and I'm willing to follow any lead possible."

She nodded, seeing were he was going. She looked in the rear view mirror and saw Dean Porter was some way behind them, caught between a pick up truck and a yellow SUV. She spotted a taxi.

"Let me out here. I'll call someone for directions to Meredith Brinks house. If she doesn't live in the area I'll interview some of Dean Porter's clients or something."

"I don't know if that's a good idea..." Said Hotch, unsure.

"You can't be in 51 places at once Hotch. If we go in different directions it'll be easier to sort this problem out. Now pull up quickly," she said, motioning to the Taxi. "Before it leaves."

Hotch pulled up.

"Thanks, Odette. I appreciate this. Really." He said in a serious tone. She looked at him like she was going to say something but didn't. She got out of the car and made her way to the Taxi.

Back at the Coffee shop Emily looked caught up in thought. JJ, as the only team member there, decided she should go and see what the problem was.

"Emily? Do you have something?"

Emily stayed silent for a moment before looking up at JJ.

"It's something she said on the phone. Do we have the transcripts?"

JJ nodded and grabbed them from a near table. Emily's eyes flicked over them.

"Here." Emily said. She read the part out that she was looking at.

"What about Catherine Hutchinson? You know she sung herself to sleep every night? Catch a falling star... "

"So?" JJ asked curiously. "She could have gotten it anywhere. She could have just pulled it out of thin air."

"That's what I thought, but look at this."

Emily handed JJ a different transcript, an interview of Martha Hutchinson. Catherine's mother. She pointed to a page somewhere in the middle of the interview.

Agent Odette: I know this is extremely difficult for you, Mrs Hutchinson...

M. Hutchinson: Extemely difficult.

*M. Hutchinson laughs*

M. Hutchinson: I'm sorry. It's not funny. It's really not. I'm just... I'm just sick of people telling me they know how I feel.

Agent Odette: Of course. I understand.

M. Hutchinson: You know the media have started to call her Cathy? Like they knew her. It's sick. They didn't know anything about her.

Agent Odette: That must be frustating.

M. Hutchinson: I'm the one going through this. People act like it's something that's been inflicted on the nation, but in a month, they'll forget. I'm the one who has to live with it. I'm the one that tucked her in each night. The one who listened to her sing 'catch a falling star'.

Agent Odette: Catch a falling star?

M. Hutchinson: It was her favourite song. I haven't told anyone that, you know. It's my secret. She was mine. I need something to hold on to. Something that everyone doesn't already know about my Catherine.

JJ looked up. "This could mean anything Em. Maybe it did slip out after this interview. Maybe the agent mentioned it to someone and Valencia overheard."

Emily nodded. "Of course. I'm just looking at everything."

Neither of them could bare the thought that Hotch could have made such a huge mistake. JJ was right though. It was interesting, but it didn't mean anything.