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Sorry about the delay in the release of this chapter! I've been preoccupied with a few things and haven't had time to work on it. But here it is :) I hope you enjoy it and thank you for the kind reviews! You rock my socks off!

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"Get out of the fucking van!"

The man who wasn't wearing a ski mask flung the door to the van open. They were in a dank and dusty garage where there wasn't much light as thick curtains were covering the windows. Only flickers of the late evening sun could be seen coming through cracks in the walls. A gun was in his hand and he pointed it at the three sisters. Tala kept her arms around her sisters and looked at their captor with tears in her eyes. "Please!" she begged. "Just let my sisters go! I heard what you said about only wanting me...let my sisters go. Please!"

"Well if you heard that part then you most certainly heard that we can't have them running off to tell Mommy and Daddy," he snarled. He refocused his aim so that the gun was pointed at Soraya's head. "Now...get out of the van or I'll shoot the little one."

"Come on, girls," Tala whispered to Soraya and Lindy. "We have to get out."

Soraya struggled against getting out. "Tala, I don't want to get out!" she cried. "He scares me!"

"Shh, I know," she murmured. "But you have to come with me and Lindy. Okay?" With big, fat tears in her eyes, Soraya nodded and held tightly to Tala. Looking back at the man who'd taken them, Tala hissed, "We're getting out."

"Good girl," he said with a wicked smile, motioning for them to step forward into the dimly lit garage. There was no sign of the man in the ski mask. He'd disappeared. Holding her sisters close to her, Tala walked in the direction the armed man was forcing them. They stopped at a rug in the middle of the garage and he barked, "Kick it aside. Open the door that you find under it."

With shaking fingers, Tala released her sisters' grips on her and knelt down to move the filthy rug that had been walked over for years. She pushed it aside and unlocked the small metal latch. Hurriedly she wiped her face before pulling up the trap-door. The sound of her sisters' crying made her only more nervous. She had no idea how she was supposed to keep them calm and safe. This was completely beyond her.

"Work faster! It's not that hard to open the door!" he yelled.

Tala turned to glare at him, but the moment she saw that he had his arm wrapped around Lindy's neck and the gun pointed at her temple she dropped the glare and hurried to lift the heavy door. With a groan, she hauled the door up with all her strength. It revealed a staircase that led into a darkened basement and the air was cold and damp. She looked back at him. "There," she spat. "I've got it open. Let my sister go!"

He grinned, showing off his crooked and yellowing teeth. Tala stood up and he shoved both Lindy and Soraya in her direction so that they stumbled backwards. "Get in the basement! Now!"

Leading her sisters down the stairwell and into the dark basement, Tala looked up at the man who'd taken them and shouted, "My father will find you. And when he does there won't be anything you can do to stop him from locking your ass up!"

"We'll see if we don't get to him first," he laughed. "Before he finds me, as you so delicately put it." He started to close the door and added, "You girls make yourself at home. We'll come back for you in a little while."

And then he slammed the door shut, locking it up and sliding the rug over it again.

The girls were left in complete darkness after the rug was slid back over the trapdoor. Sitting down, cross-legged on the floor, she let Soraya and Lindy bury their faces against her. She kissed the top of both their heads and whispered, "It's okay."

"Are Mom and Dad really going to find us?" Lindy whimpered. Apparently Tala didn't speak quick enough and Lindy repeated herself. "Tala! Are Mom and Dad going to find us?"

Though Tala couldn't see her sister, she felt around to take her hand. She gave it a squeeze. "They will," she said firmly. She had to give them hope. "Then we'll go home and we'll all be together."

The only problem was she didn't know if she believed her own words.

XXXXX

Derek and Penelope rushed into the precinct they'd been directed to. Reid, Blake, and JJ were already there, setting up and talking with who they figured might be the police chief, Hernandez. Blake saw them coming inside and waved them over. Before she could even say anything, Derek shoved the envelope of photos into her hand. She looked down at them. "What are these?" she asked, opening the envelope.

"They're pictures of our daughters," Penelope choked. "They - they've been following them! Whoever this unsub is, they've been following them!"

Blake took the photos out and observed each and every one of them. Her face formed a grim line. "Come with me," she said, motioning for them to follow her to the area they'd set up shop. She handed the photos to JJ and said, "We need to put these up on the board."

A Hispanic man in his forties approached Derek and Penelope. "Mr. and Mrs. Morgan, I'm Joe Hernandez, Chief of Police," he said, shaking Penelope's hand, then Derek's. "I want you to know we're going to do everything we can to get your children back. They'll be safe and sound with you soon."

Derek nodded his thanks. "Thank you," he said hoarsely.

JJ took three tacks out to stick them on the cork board where they were starting to get things ready. As soon as she was finished, she went to Penelope's side and pulled her into a hug. "Are you going to be okay, Garcie?" she murmured.

"We have to get them back, Jayje," she cried against her friend's neck. "We have to!"

Pulling back, JJ said, "And we will. Let's start working on that then."

As she was about to say something more, the officers from the school and Rossi and Hotch appeared in the doorway of the conference room. "Glad to see you're all here," Hotch said. "Now, what is it we know about this unsub so far? Blake, did you check and see about any related cases in the area with the locals?"

"We just discussed this," Blake said, motioning to the Chief. "Now, originally this looked just like a standard kidnapping case, but the moment Morgan handed me those photos. There have been a few cases in Virginia, a few in North Carolina, and one in Tennessee that are similar to this. These were left on your windshield?" She waited for Derek's nod before continuing. "There have been cases where the unsub leaves pictures of the kidnapped children on their parents' car windshield."

Reid took over for her after that, his voice getting lower. "This unsub never has any witnesses and takes the children usually from areas that the child would be expected to be at: school, sporting events, et cetera. We don't know how he gets around, but we do know what happens when they are done with them..." His voice trailed off until the whole room got quiet.

Penelope's face visibly paled and Derek squeezed her hand. Turning to look at her, he whispered, "Baby, do you want to go outside? You don't have to hear this if you don't want to."

She shook her head. "No," she said firmly, choking on a sob. "I can handle it."

Reid and Blake exchanged looks and then turned to face Hotch, looking for his approval. "You heard her," he said with a nod, crossing his arms across his chest. "You can tell her."

Blake coughed and continued. "The MO of this unsub is consistent and organized. He stalks his victims for a time period. He keeps them for exactly a week. His victims are always female. And the torture and sexual assault on them is..." She paused. She closed her eyes. Though she'd joined the team later, she'd known the Morgan girls all their lives, all three of them. This was painful for her too. "The torture and assault is done about three days before. We assume he grooms them the first four days based on the traces of makeup we find on their bodies." She paused yet again.

"Something tells me there's more that you're hesitant to tell us," Rossi said stiffly. He was just as upset as any of the other team members; Tala was his goddaughter.

It was JJ's turn to speak and her voice was deathly quiet when she did. "There's been only one change in his MO," she said.

"What's that?" Derek asked gravely.

When JJ didn't immediately respond, Penelope screeched, "Tell us what changed in his MO, JJ!"

She averted her eyes and whispered, "He's never taken three girls before. Certainly never below the age of fifteen."

Penelope's tears were now spilling out of her eyes rapidly. "What does that mean?" she asked hoarsely.

"It means that we don't know if he'll spare Soraya and Lindy for as long as he would spare Tala..."

Immediately Penelope fell against Derek's chest and began to bawl into his chest, unable to contain her grief any longer. "Derek held her gently in his arms and looked to the rest of the room. "Can you guys give us a minute?" he asked quietly.

Hotch nodded. "Of course," he said. "We'll start giving the officers the preliminary profile."

Derek nodded and waited until the team left the room to take Penelope and sit down on the couch in the corner of the room. He rocked her against his chest and kissed the top of her head.

"They have our babies!" she wept. "They took them and they want to hurt them!"

Keeping his cheek against her head, he whispered, "We're going to get them back and we're going to keep them safe. Safe from everything. And we will lock this son of a bitch up for the rest of his miserable life."

Looking up at him with red, bloodshot eyes she grabbed his cheeks and rested her forehead against his. "We'll do this together," she murmured. "If we don't we'll lose everything."

XXXXX

"We're going to begin this investigation by giving you a preliminary profile," Hotch said. "This unsub we're dealing with has been doing this type of kidnapping for a while back, the first reported one two years ago. His MO is he kidnaps teenage girls from places such as school, extra curricular activities, other places they spend time."

Reid spoke up. "He's a highly organized and efficient person, able to take these girls from areas that you would think they would be safe," he explained.

"He's also a sexual sadist," Rossi said. "He takes these girls and tortures them, violently assaulting them and marring their bodies. He takes pleasure in this."

"And by leaving pictures of the girls on their parents' windshields, he's showing them their dominance over them and to showing them he's been planning the capture for a while," Blake added.

JJ added, "He keeps them for seven days and usually spends the first few grooming them for his final acts. And that means we have a strict timeline to adhere to. So we have to work extra hard to find these girls. He'll be in the area."

"Let's find them," Hotch said firmly.