J.J. and Rossi shared sympathetic glances with one another as they began interviewing the third husband. Marcus Roberts was beyond broken. He had his head down on the table in front of them as he choked down a sob.

J.J. spoke first, "Mr. Roberts, we are so sorry for your loss. I cannot imagine the pain you must be feeling. Would you be up to answering a few questions for us?"

Marcus looked up, but seemed to look through her instead of at her. "Your hair. It looks just like hers. So beautiful…"

Rossi cleared his throat, "Mr. Roberts…"

Marcus looked over at him and he composed himself. "Yes. I can answer your questions. Anything to help find the bastard that did this to my wife."

Rossi began, "Tell us about that night, before you arrived home."

Marcus closed his eyes and tried to remember. "One of my buddies, Gerald, had just gotten a promotion at his job. We all went out to celebrate. All of us have been friends since high school. We were stupid when we were kids. Drinking, drugs, getting messed up on the street. But we got out of the city, moved on with our lives. We told ourselves we didn't want that life for our families. We met that night at a bar a few minutes outside the city. We drank, shared stories, and went home. It was a normal night. I pulled up to the house at 11:30. There were still a few lights left on. I figured Sarah had just waited up for me. She says she can't sleep without me." He smiled at the thought. Tears began to roll down his cheeks.

"I got to the front door and it was open. I started to worry because that isn't like her. She's obsessive about the doors being locked, she checks them 3 or 4 times a night before she goes to bed. I got to the kitchen and that's where…that's where…I can't, I can't do this, please." Marcus hid his face in his hands, unable to contain the sobs any longer.

J.J put her hand on top of his. "Take all the time you need."

J.J Stood with Rossi outside of the interview room.

"We're not getting anywhere." Rossi paced the room. "We're getting the same information from every husband. It's like we've heard the same story three times. Husband comes home, door was open, wife is dead, there's blood everywhere, he calls the cops, that's it. None of them saw anything, none of them know of anybody. We got a whole lotta nothing."

"Excuse me," Marcus came out of the interview room and approached the pair. "I just thought of something. Something in the weeks leading up to Sarah's death. She meets with some girlfriends of hers every couple weeks. They meet over at Wheaton. She never really went into detail with me about what they do or what they talk about, I assumed it had to do with her past. She never told me details of her childhood, she didn't want to relive it, and I didn't want to push her. She said it was like going to therapy, the group was helping her heal. But after last week something changed. She said she wasn't going anymore. Something about a disagreement with some of the other women. I'm sorry I don't know any names or specifics…"

J.J. smiled sympathetically, "Don't apologize, this information will help us narrow down people we may need to question."

Marcus nodded. "If there isn't anything else you need from me, I'd like to go home now."

Rossi reached out and shook his hand. "Absolutely. Let us know if you need anything, and don't hesitate to call if you remember anything else."

J.J. walked into Garcia's makeshift office.

"Welcome to Penelope Garcia's…"

J.J interrupted her. "Wait, let me guess. Penelope Garcia's house of misogynistic mysteries?"

Penelope looked at her with her mouth hanging open.

"I was actually going to go with Penelope Garcia's little house of horrors, but I think I like yours better. We should go on tour together. With your quick wit and my ridiculously good looks, we could be show stoppers."

"As appealing as that sounds, Garcia, I'll stick to my day job."

"So what brings you in here my sweet?"

"I actually need you to look up some information on our victims and their involvement at Wheaton."

Garcia smiled at her. "Well today is your lucky day as I have already spent the last few hours surfing the information highway that is the Wheaton College database. Morgan and Hotch are meeting with the urban studies director any second and I wanted to get a head start on anything they might need, though I'm sad to say, there are hundreds of people who completed the same program over the last few years, so I have no idea where you want me to start, I…"

"Garcia!" J.J's loud voice broke her out of her rant. "I have some parameters for you to search."

A large smile was plastered on Penelope's face, "You know just how to brighten a girl's day. Throw it at me."

"Okay, I need you to look at any support groups, clubs, or extra-curriculars that are popular with alumni who graduated with an emphasis in urban studies. Marcus Roberts told us that his wife had recently stopped attending a meeting at the campus with some girlfriends of hers."

Garcia scanned through the results on her screen, "I'm not picking up anything that involves any of our victims." She tapped her pen to her lips in thought. "Wait a second, a lot of groups that meet at colleges aren't necessarily affiliated with or officially recognized by the school, and therefore wouldn't be found in the school database. Let me search for anyone who might have booked a conference room or study room regularly that meet the same parameters you gave me."

J.J. watched the computer screen hoping they'd get a lead. Just then Garcia started typing in earnest.

"It says here that a Mara Lewis and Carla Brown, both doctoral students, lead a support group for women who were victims of domestic violence. I don't have any other information as members aren't listed for their own safety. But it does give contact information for the two leaders in addition to our very own Sarah Roberts."

"Garcia, send that to Morgan and Hotch as soon as you can. Rossi and I are going to meet up with Reid and Emily to see if they found anything else. Thanks again, you're the best."

Morgan looked at the man sitting across from him. He was sweating and his skin looked clammy. His eyes kept darting from his desk to Hotch, then back to his desk. He dared a glance at Morgan and seemed to be intimidated, scared even.

Morgan spoke first. "Mr. Reitz, I'm SSA Derek Morgan, and this is SSA Aaron Hotchner. Thank you for agreeing to meet with us, we know you're a busy man."

He look at Derek and said, "The woman on the phone didn't talk like I had much of a choice. When I told her my schedule was booked for the day she told me if I refused to meet with you that I could be charged with hindering a murder investigation. I told her she couldn't bully me into anything. She asked me if I wanted to willingly cancel my meetings, or if I wanted her to hack into my computer and cancel them for me."

Derek had to bite his lip to keep from laughing. He wasn't the only man to be on the receiving end of her tongue lashing. He was secretly pleased at her aggressiveness.

Hotch looked very seriously at Mr. Reitz.

"Sir, has it concerned you at all that three of your former students have been found murdered in the last 2 weeks? Did it not occur to you that perhaps that connection could have been shared with law enforcement earlier?

Mr. Reitz looked annoyed. "Look, do you know how many students come to Wheaton to enroll in urban studies every year? Hundreds of them. People want to experience what it's like to live in a diverse community. They live in the very neighborhoods they're studying about. It's a highly sought after program for its emphasis on practical application. Many of our students come from broken families, looking for answers to their lifetime of pain in a text book. Could it not be possible, based on their past involvement in violent relationships, that all three girls were killed for totally unrelated reasons? All of them graduated years ago and have no continual ties with the college."

Morgan gave him a hard look. "Are you kidding me? 3 women in 2 weeks with similar victimology and you think it's unrelated? We aren't attacking you or the urban studies program. We're not looking at you as a suspect. We are just trying to get some answers on why this killer is choosing these women, and the only thing they have in common is this school. We're not asking for answers you don't have, we're asking for cooperation. Are we clear?"

Mr. Reitz nodded begrudgingly. "I will do my best to provide you with any information you need."

A light knock on the door sounded and a young woman entered the office, dropping off a file on the desk in front of them.

"Mr. Reitz, I'm sorry to interrupt, but I wanted to submit the final draft of my dissertation for your review before my defense date."

"Of course, Mara, I've been looking forward to it. Agent Morgan, and Agent Hotchner, this is Mara Lewis. She is one of two doctoral students completing their dissertation under my supervision."

As she went to shake their hands Derek's phone began to ring. He stood up. "Excuse me, I need to take this."

Derek stepped right outside door.

"Hey mama, give it to me good."

"Now babycakes, pillow talk doesn't start until after hours. We're still on the clock."

"You know what I mean, woman."

"Okay, okay. We've discovered the connection of all three victims and their involvement at Wheaton. Our last victim's husband mentioned that his wife had attended meetings at the college and recently had a falling out with some of the members of the group. I did some digging, and well, some hacking into private files protecting member information, and I found that all of our girls were in a domestic violence support group that met at the college twice a month. The leaders of the group were doctoral students Carla Brown and Mara Lewis."

"Garcia, did you say Mara Lewis?"

"Loud and clear, doll face."

"Okay, thanks baby girl. Oh, is that invitation for pillow talk still standing?" He smiled and was sure he could hear her blushing.

"When have you ever needed an invitation?"

Derek looked back toward the office and found Mara Lewis staring curiously at him. Uncertain if she had overheard any of their conversation, he quickly ended the call.

"Gotta jet, mama."

"Au revoir, mon amour."

Derek stepped into the office and looked directly at Hotch. "Could I speak with you privately?"

Hotch excused himself into the hallway.

"What did you get from Garcia, other than an invitation for pillow talk?" Hotch's face didn't even flinch as the words come out of his mouth.

Derek's eyes grew wide.

"Before you ask, no you weren't that loud, I just have an uncanny ability to hear what's going on in the background when I'm engaged in conversation with someone else. What did she find out?"

"All three of our victims were part of a support group for women who were victims of domestic violence. One of the leaders of the group was our very own Ms. Mara Lewis. If you ask me, I think both of the people in that office know something that they aren't telling us. Do you find it strange that they didn't contact us or the police department? Three women from your support group end up murdered, and you're not the least bit worried about why?"

Hotch looked back into the office to find Reitz and Lewis speaking quietly. "Whether they're involved or not, they're the best chance we've got for a lead."

Both of them walked back into the room and sat down. Morgan spoke first. "Look, I will spare you the pleasantries. We're going to get right down to it. We know that a support group met here every couple weeks for the last couple years. We also know that all three of our victims were members of that group. Aren't you one of the leaders, Ms. Lewis?"

Mara's eyes widened in surprise. She coolly smiled at Derek. "Your baby girl tell you that, Agent Morgan?"

"Excuse me?" Derek spat out.

"Oh, I didn't mean to offend you. I just couldn't help but overhear your conversation. I don't know that I've ever heard a work related call that sounded quite like that. Ms. Garcia must be a lucky lady."

This woman had man-eater written all over her. Derek hardened his gaze. "Last time I checked I wasn't the one being questioned in a murder investigation."

Mr. Reitz laughed. "Are you serious? You really think that Ms. Lewis is capable of killing 3 women? How dare you come in here and question the two of us like we're criminals. What evidence do you even have to suggest we have anything to do with it?"

Hotch cleared his throat, attempting to diffuse the tension. "We're going to need a master list of the members of your support group who were active in the last 6 months."

Mara argued, "But that information is confidential. These women want nothing more than to be left alone."

Hotch continued, "I don't care if it's confidential. If this killer continues, more of their lives could be at stake. This is top priority, and I want those names within the hour."

"Can't your little lady do that for you?" She sneered.

Derek bristled. "She already did. We just want to make sure the information we found is accurate and up to date. We want the information from your own personal files. Is that clear?"

"Crystal." She replied as she hurried out of the office.

Hotch turned to Mr. Lewis. "We will be back here tomorrow to conduct interviews with the members of the support group. You need to cancel any classes being held in this department during that time. We will question every woman associated with the group, as well as the leadership involved. We will not tolerate anyone who tries to hinder this investigation. We need your full cooperation."

Morgan and Hotch walked out of the office and headed down the hallway.

Hotch quickly made a phone call. "Garcia, how many women in the support group have been active in the last 6 months?"

"That would be a grand total of 22. If you subtract our victims that leaves us with 19 women."

"Garcia, we're going to send you an updated list of support group members. I need you to get with the rest of the team, divide up the names and start making phone calls. We're bringing all of them in for questioning."

"All of them, sir?"

"Yes, Garcia. Is that a problem?"

"No sir, I'll get on it ASAP."

Derek stepped outside the building. "I hope this works. It's been 2 days since the last murder. The cooling off period for this unsub has been between 3-5 days. We don't have a lot of time."

Hotch stared vacantly. "I think we're focusing in the right places. Let's just hope we're not too late."