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So here's more of this little fic. We've got more creepy unsub and more clues as to who said creepy unsub is. I've been getting lots of guesses...keep 'em coming :) So, thank you for the reviews and I hope you enjoy this next little installment!

Day 1 of the Search

Blake and Rossi came back into the precinct, Reid trailing in behind them. "Hotch," Rossi said as they walked back into the room the BAU had been set up in. "We talked to the photo developer and he said he remembered the photos, but he never gave them to the person who needed them developed. That was another employee."

"There's only one problem," Blake said. "The photos were picked up at least a month ago and they had the invoice for it, but the name on it was bogus and it was paid for with cash. We had Lynch run the name already. Dead end there."

Hotch sighed in frustration. This was not the best way for their investigation to start. "Okay," he said. "Did you get the video footage, Reid?"

Reid nodded. "I'm having it sent to Lynch now," he said. "It took them a little while to find it, but they did."

"No calls yet on the license plate," Rossi added. "Lynch is no Penelope." He glanced at Hotch and was about to open his mouth but he held up his hand to stop him.

"Absolutely not," he said. "We're not going to have Penelope near a computer. These are her daughters we're looking for. Her emotions would absolutely conflict with the investigation." As he finished speaking, JJ had come out of the conference room where Derek and Penelope had been told to stay. "How are they doing in there?" he asked her.

She looked in the window to see Derek holding Penelope and shook her head. "It's so weird," she said. "They've both just shut down."

"Well, I'd rather they shut down than rip at each other's throats," Hotch said, rubbing his forehead. Looking at his watch, he said, "It's eleven o'clock. We'd better start another pot of coffee and get moving with figuring out where he might be keeping the girls. Day one is almost up."

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"Ba -" Derek paused. He couldn't call Penelope that. At least not for the time being. Clearing his throat, he tried again. "Penelope, let me take you home," he said softly. It was now almost one in the morning and the investigation was at a stand still until Lynch located the partial license plate. Penelope was standing at the window and staring outside with her red swollen eyes. He put his hands on her shoulders and turned her around to face him. "They're not going to let us do anything in the investigation, so you might as well get some sleep."

She glared at him. "How can I possibly sleep right now?" she demanded. "I'm not sleeping until we find Tala, Lindy, and Raya!"

He sighed. "Penelope," he said more firmly.

"Don't 'Penelope' me!"

"Fine! Don't sleep! But I'm taking you home," he said. "You're not staying here."

"Fine!"

Picking up her coat, Derek held it up for her as she put it on. He led her out of the room and they stopped to see Hotch before heading out the door. "Hotch," he said. "I'm taking Penelope back to her house. Call us if you find anything...please." His face was desperate as he looked at his unit chief.

"Alright," Hotch said. "You both need some sleep. We'll call you as soon as we know anything."

"Thank you, Hotch," Penelope said gratefully. "Please find them." Tears filled her eyes. Derek put his arm around her shoulder and they started for the door again. They were both silent as they walked towards Derek's SUV. He opened the door for her and she nodded her thanks. As he got in the car and started it, her mind was reeling. She was going home to an empty house and her daughters were somewhere all alone with a sick bastard who wanted to kill them. She almost missed the fact that Derek had gone past the turn to get to the school so she could get her car. "Derek, you missed the turn," she said tiredly.

He shook his head. "No, I'm taking you home," he said decisively. "You're too tired to drive."

"Derek, you don't have any right to tell me if I'm too tired to drive!" she huffed. "Now take me back to my car. How am I supposed to get back to the station tomorrow if you take me home?"

He glanced at her like she was an idiot. "How do you think?" he asked. "I'm staying with you."

Her face turned bright red. "Derek, I don't think -"

He rolled his eyes. "I'm not sleeping with you," he said. "I'll sleep in the guest room. Don't freak out so much."

"Oh," she said quietly.

The rest of the ride was spent in silence and Penelope was grateful when they arrived home. But the moment she got out of the car and looked at her dark house, her eyes began to water once again and she was reminded of the fact that her daughters were gone and she didn't know if she would get them back. Derek and she walked up the steps of the porch and she unlocked the door with shaking hands. She put her bag down and took off her coat and shoes before turning to her husband. "I'll go get you some sheets and a pillow," she muttered, averting her eyes and going up the stairs to get bedding for him. As she was getting the sheets from the hall closet, she passed by a photo of the five of them on the wall and she paused.

It was a picture of her family from the past Christmas. Her daughters were bunched together and leaning on one another with huge smiles on their faces. All at once her heart began to break and tears flooded her eyes.

"Penelope?"

Her face snapped away from the photo and met Derek's eyes. She quickly wiped away her tears and shook her head. "Here's your sheets," she mumbled, handing them over. He took them from her, but proceeded to set them on the ground as soon as she put them in his hands.

Pulling her into his arms, he held her tightly and murmured, "We're going to find them."

She didn't respond. She just let her tears fall and wet his shirt.

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"Am I supposed to call you something?" Tala asked hoarsely as the man who was holding her brought her a glass of water and held it up to her lips.

He snickered. "You can call me Keith," he said as he finished brushing her hair. He'd spent hours brushing her hair and studying her appearance. "You really do look a lot like your mother. She has such pretty features. Especially her mouth. It's so perfectly shaped."

Tala couldn't suppress the shiver that went down her spine. "How do you know what my mother looks like?" she asked quietly. "We don't know you. Have you been watching us?"

He snickered and put the brush down on the makeup table. "You ask an awful lot of questions," he laughed. "My source tells me you get that from Daddy. Was he right?" Tala didn't answer immediately and he spun the chair around to smack her once more. "You need to answer me, little wolf."

Her head snapped up. "What did you just call me?" she asked.

"Your name means 'Wolf'...doesn't it?"

"Yes," she said quietly.

He stroked her cheek again. "Wolves are pack animals," he said. "They are loyal to their family. Fiercely loyal. And that sounds like you. You care more about them than you do about yourself. How would you feel if I went to Mommy's house and just...blew her brains out?" Tala's eyes went wide and she felt tears well up in her eyes. He laughed at her face. "Because you know I could do it. I could just creep in and kill her. You've been fighting with your mother a lot lately. Haven't you?"

She nodded.

"So you wouldn't mind if I killed her," he said bluntly.

"Please! Leave her alone! Leave my mother alone!" she cried. "I'll do anything!"

He laughed once more. "See? This is what I'm talking about! You care more for your pack than you do for yourself. I mention killing your Alpha's mate and you beg me to save their life. I threaten to kill two of the pack's puppies and you beg yet again. It's beautiful. It's nature. It's instinct."

"Let my sisters go," Tala begged. "Leave my mother alone. Leave my father alone. Just keep me."

"Self sacrifice! It's beautiful! So poetic!" He looked up at the ceiling as if thinking about something. "You know what? Let me go fetch something real quick!" He excitedly exited the room and returned with a tripod and video camera. "I'm going to shoot a little video for Mommy. I'm sure she'll love it. She deserves it more that Daddy. I feel like you would have more to say to her."

He turned the camera on and waved excitedly. "Hello Penelope! So, your beloved Tala had a few things to say to you," he said happily. He moved out of the way so Tala was visible to the camera. "Say something to your Mommy!" Tala remained completely silent and he slapped her across the face again. "I said say something!"

"Mom..." she whispered. "I'm so sorry..."

Keith kissed the top of her head. "Good girl," he said. Then he turned his attention back to the camera. "So Ms. Penelope - lovely name you have by the way - I've been getting to know your little wolf here and I thought you should know that she's told me a few little things. Like how she wouldn't mind if came to your house and blew your brains out."

Tala's eyes went wide and she looked at the camera in fright. "No!" she cried. "No, I would never say that! Mom, I know we've been fighting, but I would never want you dead! I love you!"

"She also said she hates you and thinks -"

"Don't listen to a word he's saying!" Tala screamed. "Mom! I'm so sorry and I don't deserve you! You're the most loving mother in the whole world!"

"Oh, time's up!" And then he went and turned the camera off.

Tears running down her cheeks, she spat, "Why would you do that? How could you say that?"

"All good fun," he laughed. Glancing at the watch on his wrist, he added, "And now it is time to take you back to your room. We've done enough for the day. Tomorrow we'll try different makeup trials and experiment with how to do your hair." He then began to uncuff her from the restraints holding her to the makeup chair. As he led her down the darkened corridor towards the garage again, she glanced around and looked for the nearest exit. Maybe if she learned the layout of the area she would be able to find a way to escape. But there was nothing.

She groaned internally. As they headed into the garage, he forced her to open the trapdoor again and shoved her in so that she tumbled down the stairs. Then the door slammed and was locked again.

"Tala!"

She looked up to see her sisters crowding around her and looking at her with anxious eyes. She sat up and pulled them both into a hug. "Tala, are you okay?" Soraya asked timidly.

Kissing the top of her baby sister's head, she nodded and held back her tears until her eyes burned. "I'm okay," she murmured.

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Day 2 of the Search

Penelope's eyes fluttered open after a virtually sleepless night. She'd woken up twice to find Derek sitting over her with a concerned look on his face.

"Penelope!" Derek cried, shaking her by the shoulders to wake her up. "Penelope, wake up!"

Sitting straight up, she rubbed her eyes and found that they were wet. "What happened?" she said with a voice that sounded like it had been trailed through a field of glass. "Why are you in here?"

"Ba -" He closed his eyes and stopped mid speech. "Penelope, you were crying in your sleep. You were saying Tala's name. I came to wake you up."

She began to weep again. "I'm sorry," she murmured. "I just can't stand the thought of them being with that awful man! What if he's hurting them? What if -"

He cut her off and shook his head. "You'll drive yourself crazy making speculations," he whispered. "Go back to sleep..."

"Derek?" she asked timidly.

"Yeah?"

"Will you...will you hold me until I fall asleep again?"

His answer came instantly. "Yes," he murmured.

Derek began to stir beside her, his arms still wrapped around her waist. He sat up immediately, not saying anything and checked the clock. It was seven in the morning. Neither of them had gotten much sleep. Picking up his phone, he looked to see if there were any messages; there were none.

Bad sign. It meant they hadn't found anything yet.

"We have to get back to the station," she said, rising from the bed. "We need to see if they've found anything."

Getting to his feet too, Derek nodded. "Let's go then," he whispered, praying they would make progress on finding their daughters.