It is about noon and Morgan and Emily are approaching the third site on their list. The GPS signals for them to stop and Emily stretches as she steps out of the vehicle.

"I thought I was in good shape but I have muscles hurting that I didn't even know existed."

"Me, too," Morgan agrees. They lean against the vehicle a minute, mentally preparing for their next trek. "How's JJ doing?"

"She's good. Still mad as hell at Gabriel and 'the Master' but she's going to be fine once we get this guy in custody."

"Emily, I just want to say…I'm proud of you two." Emily looks at him questioningly. "We were all a little concerned about how you could be together and still be on the team. I was scared it would break us up somehow. But you all have been as professional as ever. If anyone ever tries to say differently, I've got your back. I just want you to know that."

Emily smiles sincerely. "Thanks, Morgan. That really means a lot to me." She pauses. "You know, you're the best friend I've ever had. I mean, I had friends but none I would trust with my life and my secrets the way I trust you. You mean the world to me, Derek."

He smiles at her. "Same here, Emily."

"So, I guess this means you'll be my man of honor at my wedding?" Emily asks nervously.

He steps in front of her, staring into her eyes. "Really? You want me to stand with you?" Emily nods, biting her lip nervously. He lifts her hand and kisses the back of it. "Thank you. You know I'll be there."

She smiles at him, glad to have gotten that settled. She glances at her watch and sighs. "Time to get moving."

"Yep."

Without another word, the two head into the brush. About 20 feet into the brush and tree line, Emily calls out to Morgan.

"Morgan! I found it!"

Morgan makes his way to Emily. She stands at the start of a path that had recently been widened. Morgan pulls out the satellite phone.

"Goddess of the All Knowing, Alaska office, how can I help you?"

Morgan chuckles. "Baby girl, Prentiss and I are at our third stop. We've found a trail."

"Okay, let me make note of that. Just so you know, Reid and Hotch struck a stairway to heaven on their third stop."

"So this guy has multiple points of entry. Damn. Look we're going to climb up and see what's at the top. We'll be back in touch in an hour or so."

"I will await you call with bells on my toenails, my chocolate delight."

As they disconnect, Morgan looks at Emily laughing. "She's truly insane."

Emily raises an eyebrow. "You just figuring that out?"

With another laugh the two start up the trail. 45 minutes later they come to another area that had been prepared as an altar. They look all around.

"I don't think he's used this one yet. No signs of struggle, no candle wax on the altar. It's just another fallback position," Emily concludes.

"Yeah. And I'm worried that there are more of these than we've even guessed. How the hell do we figure out which one he plans to use for Rogers?"

Emily shakes her head. "We'll have to stake them all out. We can run some probability programs to figure out best bets but it's still going to be guesswork."

"And if we guess wrong, we'll have another death on the board and, most likely, you'll be his next target."

Emily wants to argue that point but knows she can't. They snap a few pictures of the area then head back down to the vehicle. After checking the fourth spot and finding nothing they head back to the ranger station. They find JJ and Rossi still pouring over death notices that Garcia had found. After helping themselves to the sandwiches Rossi had had delivered, Morgan and Emily grab some files and start to help. About an hour after they arrive, JJ sits up.

"I think I've got her!" She starts to summarize a death notice. "Stephanie Benson, age 34, died early Sunday morning in a single car accident. Word at the scene was that she had been driving while intoxicated. Her husband, the former reverend Charles Benson, is quoted as saying, 'She had been trying to find her way back to God but couldn't outrun Satan's forces.'" JJ looks back up at everyone. "This was 3 months before the first woman was taken."

Rossi is intrigued. "Is there a picture?"

JJ nods. "Yeah." She looks at Emily. "She could be your twin."

JJ hands the page to Emily who immediately sees the resemblance. She hands it across the table to Morgan and Rossi.

"Okay, he's a former priest, that makes sense. And DUI can be considered a sin but my guess is there is more to her sins than just that."

"Maybe, maybe not," Rossi points out. "To a fundamentalist, just the consumption of alcohol is a condemnable act."

"True," Morgan agrees. "I think we need to go speak to the former reverend."

Emily stands. "Okay, let's go."

Rossi raises an eyebrow. "Prentiss…really?"

Emily rolls her eyes. "Look, if he is our unsub, I could rattle him."

"Yeah, but in an uncontrolled environment it could spook him and he'll kill you or Rogers. We have to proceed with caution," Rossi insists.

As much as Emily wants to meet the man, she can't argue with Rossi's statement. She drops back down into her chair. "I hate when I'm wrong."

Rossi raises an eyebrow. "You're getting married, Emily. Get used to it."

Everyone laughs, knowing Rossi has been married 3 times. Morgan calls Hotch and lets him know where he Rossi are going. Hotch warns them to be careful then tells him there had only been the one trail on their side of the river. Morgan passes the information on as he and Rossi leave.

Emily sits back in her chair, running a hand over her face. JJ pats her thigh.

"You look tired."

"I am. I've hiked more in 3 days than I have in my entire life. And I lived in the Alps for 2 years!" JJ and Garcia chuckle. Before she can say any more, Cheryl walks into the room, her face ashen. "What's wrong?" Emily asks.

"Just got a call from the staties. John Gabriel, or whoever the hell he really is, killed himself."

Emily's eyes narrow. "How?"

"Hung himself with a bedsheet."

"Shit," JJ says.

Emily slowly shakes her head. "No. That doesn't make sense. Suicide is a sin. He's a zealot. He wouldn't kill himself."

"You saying he was murdered?"

"I think it's something we need to consider," Emily states.

"But he was in state police custody," Garcia points out. "Reverend Benson couldn't have gotten to him."

Cheryl looks at Garcia in surprise. "Charles Benson?"

Garcia nods. "He sort of fits the profile so Rossi and Morgan are going to interview him."

Cheryl nods. "I see. But I can tell you there is no way he's the one dropping those women off the cliff."

"How can you be so sure?" JJ asks.

"Because Charles Benson is a disabled vet. He lost a leg to an IED in Afghanistan 3 years ago. He was an Army chaplain and had responded to a shootout to offer comfort to the wounded. The bomb ripped through his Humvee and he was the only one who made it out alive." She shrugs. "That's when he lost his heart for preaching. He came home and his marriage started to fall apart. Word was they were close to reconciling but Stephanie was killed in a car accident."

The three FBI agents consider what they have been told. JJ sits forward in her seat. "Cheryl, had Stephanie been seeing someone while she and her husband were having troubles?"

Cheryl shrugs uncomfortably. "I hate to speak ill of the dead, but yeah. She'd dated a few guys."

Emily also sits forward, seeing where JJ is going with this line of questioning. "Anyone who may have been upset that she was getting back with her husband?"

Cheryl thinks a moment. They all see the light dawn in her eyes. "Patty Shields."

"Patty? A woman?" Emily clarifies.

Cheryl shakes her head. "No, his full name is Patrick Shields. He owns the bar and grill. I remember him burning holes in Charles with his eyes at the funeral. I just assumed it was because some blamed Charles for Steph's troubles. Maybe it was something else."

"Does he have any connection to the state police?"

Cheryl drops into a chair and runs her hand across her face. "His brother-in-law was one of the troopers that picked Gabriel up from here. Fuck!"

Emily is already dialing Morgan as JJ dials Hotch. It is decided Morgan and Rossi will go ahead and interview Benson just to clear the man. Hotch and Reid head to the bar and grill to speak with Shields.

Twenty minutes later, Hotch calls in. "Shields isn't here. No one has seen him since Wednesday."