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I apologize for the delay on this story...this is the one where everyone discovers who the unsub is...but in different ways! I've been super busy, but I'm getting this one done right now! I hope you all enjoy :) Thank you for the kind reviews and I hope this one is alright with you!

Day 4 of the Search

"I'm going to run and get us some coffee," Derek said after he and Penelope had gotten up from their bed. The team had been up in shifts the night before so they could get a few hours of sleep after all being up for seventy two hours. There was nothing for them to report yet. "Hotch and Blake both texted me saying not to come in until later."

Penelope nodded blankly and murmured, "Okay."

He looked at her concerned. She hadn't eaten since their daughters had been taken and he planned on bringing her a bagel or two as well. "Penelope," he murmured, striding closer to her. He put a hand on her cheek and looked into her blank, lifeless eyes. All her sparkle was gone. They had to get their daughters back or Penelope was going to wither away to nothing. "Are you going to be okay staying her by yourself? You could come with me -"

She shook her head and said, "No. While you're gone, I'm going to get a shower. Please call me if you hear anything." Tears filled her eyes and her lower lips trembled. "Please."

Her eyes were begging and his heart started to ache all over again. The urge to stay with her and forget about the coffee struck him again and he wrapped her in his arms. He inhaled the sweet scent of her and whispered, "You know, maybe I don't need any coffee. I'll just stay with you until the team calls and we can get coffee at the station."

Looking back up at him, she murmured, "No. Go get coffee. I'll be okay. I'm just going to get cleaned up." She leaned up and kissed him gently. "I'll see you when you get back." As she looked into his eyes, she saw his love and his desire to keep her safe and sane. "It's okay. I'll be fine."

Hesitantly he nodded and planted a gentle kiss on her forehead. "If you need me," he whispered, "just call." She nodded as he touched her cheek once more and headed out the door. The sound of their SUV starting outside in the driveway made her feel more alone than she ever had in her life. When the sound of the engine had disappeared, she rubbed her forehead and went to get in the shower.

The feel of the scalding hot water against her skin felt like searing needles all over her body. She went through all the motions of what regular human beings did in the shower, but it was as if she were a robot. She didn't know what she was doing, everything was automatic. Her thoughts were just melding together to form a mixture of her children. She couldn't stop the tears and heaving, wrenching sobs from escaping her throat. Leaning against the wall of her shower, she slid down to the floor and wept as the water sprayed down on her. Her emotions were spiraling out of control. She almost wished she hadn't told Derek to leave. Only his comforting arms would make her tears stop. At least with him around she would feel empty with a pair of comforting arms around her.

After her eyes had dried up, Penelope turned off the water and toweled herself dry. As she was putting on jeans and a tank top, the doorbell rang and she groaned. She was not in the mood for visitors. Making her way down the stairs, Penelope opened the door without bothering to look through the peephole. Her eyes went wide when she saw who it was. "Kyle?" she said in confusion.

Her ex-boyfriend smiled and nodded. "Hey Babe," he said.

She shook her head. "Kyle," she muttered. "I told you that I didn't want you coming here. Please. Just leave."

Kyle shook his head. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have called you, Babe," he said sincerely. "But listen, I came by to tell you that I heard about your kids. Everyone's talking about it around the high school. I wanted to drop by." His face was clearly sympathetic.

Penelope's eyes filled with tears again. "I appreciate you coming by," she managed to choke out. "But Derek will be back any minute and I think you should go."

For a moment a glint flashed through Kyle's eyes, but it was gone in a second. He nodded. "Here, let me give you a hug," he said softly, coming forward to envelope her in his arms.

"No, Kyle," she protested. "Don't -"

"Oh, come on, Babe," he said, holding her tighter than she wanted. "Just one little hug."

She fought against his hold. "Kyle, I said don't!" she yelled.

His face turned vicious and he grabbed her by the back of the neck. "And I said, let me hug you!" She struggled to break away, but he only tightened his hold on her. "Here you go, Babe," he murmured. "I'll make you happy again." Then he grabbed her by the hair and slammed the side of her head into the doorframe. Her vision went blurry and she groaned. "I've got you, Babe," Kyle's voice continued as he dragged her sagging body through the door frame and down the porch.

"Let me go," she mumbled drunkenly. Her head was pounding in her skull from the knock she'd taken to it. The world around her was spinning and when she looked up through the trees her vision went white from the sunlight streaming through the branches. "Let go of me..." She would have screamed, but she couldn't find her voice.

He chuckled as he shoved her towards his car. "Oh, Penelope," he said. Don't you worry. I'm about to make you the happiest woman in the world. Just you wait and see."

XXXXX

Tala was dragged away from her sisters yet again the next day and to the makeup room that she'd grown to hate so much. Keith grabbed her by the back of the neck while her sisters slept and so she wouldn't wake them she went quietly. Wordlessly he shoved her up the stairs and through the doors.

Once she was strapped in, he asked, "Did you enjoy your day of beauty rest?"

She snorted. "It was fine," she muttered.

"Good," he said, starting up the curling iron. "Because today is your very last quiet day."

"Good to know you're giving me warning before you kill me," she said. Her eyes flashed up to his in the mirror and she smirked. "Unless my parents find you first."

He stopped and stared at her a moment before smiling. "I think you'll find that your parents won't have to find me. I think we'll find them first."

"Who's the 'we' you're talking about?" she snapped. "I thought there was just one of you."

"That's where you're wrong, sweetie," he said, continuing the curling of her hair. "The last one of my pack is helping me. The only family member of mine who hasn't forsaken me. He's always been here for me. Always. So if someone hurts him, I hurt them back."

"I don't think I've ever pissed someone off so bad that they would take me and my sisters hostage," she muttered. Observing the way he was curling her hair, she added, "You know? My hair looks much better when it's straightened. Curling it is a big mistake."

He shook his head and picked up another lock of her hair to put in the curling iron. "No, no," he said. "The goal is to make you look just like your sweet, sweet mommy. Who love so much. I hear she cried when she watched the little video I made." He paused to laugh. "Ah, I'm just messing with you. I don't know if she ever actually cried. But I mean, who wouldn't? You were so heartbreaking. I'm sure even Daddy must have cried."

Tala froze. She began to feel a sickening pool grow in her stomach. "This doesn't have anything to do with me...does it?" Keith didn't speak and the feeling in her stomach grew worse and worse. "This has to do with my mother. This is all to torture my mother. That's all you care about. Hurting her."

"Ding, ding!" Keith said, raising the curling iron in the air and grinning wickedly.

"Just leave her alone," Tala begged softly. "I'm sorry for whatever she did to you, but she would never want to hurt someone intentionally. She's the sweetest, kindest person in the world. She would never hurt someone...she could never hurt someone!"

"Humph," he laughed. "She hurt your father, didn't she?" he laughed. "Kicked him out of the house, made him watch as she dated Kyle, forced you and your sisters to move between him and her."

She paused.

He'd called Kyle by name.

"It's Kyle," she whispered hoarsely. "That's who your family is. He's who my mother 'wronged,' isn't he? She broke up with him."

Keith put the curling iron down and pressed the "off" button. He picked up a can of hairspray and spritzed it on every inch of her hair. "This looks great," he said, ignoring her comments about Kyle. "See?" He gestured to her hair. "Your hair curled looks beautiful! How can you say it looks better straightened? There's no way it looks better."

"What is Kyle going to do to my mother?" she asked frantically.

As he was picking up a makeup brush, he finally answered her regarding Kyle. "My brother is going to bring your mommy dearest here for one last visit," he explained. "Then I'm going to let him watch as I do my finest piece of work. He'll get to watch her watch me kill each and every last one of her babies. I've finally decided what I'm going to do with your baby sisters. I'm giving them the same treatment I've given all my girls." He gestured towards his wall of pictures containing the mauled girls. "I'll give them the same makeup and hair styling. And then I'll hurt them in every way I've hurt the others. But obviously I'm going to start with you, little wolf."

XXXXX

The moment Derek returned home to find Penelope gone and a small trace of blood on the open doorframe he rushed immediately to the precinct and found his team. He ran into the conference and shouted frantically, "Penelope's missing! I think the unsub took her from the house!"

JJ's face paled and she looked at the rest of the team. "Guys, we need to call Lynch and find out immediately what else he's found," she said.

Derek sank into a chair and put his head in his hands, unable to think of anything but his wife and daughters. They had all been taken, every last one of them. His world had collapsed in on him and he couldn't stop himself from the wave of pain that assaulted him. He had no idea what he was going to do. The only thought filling his head was killing the man who'd taken them. His head was consumed with the idea of pounding the unsub's skull into the ground. Shooting him with a gun wouldn't be enough to satisfy her bloodlust.

He wanted him to suffer.

He didn't notice as Hotch pulled Lynch up on the speaker phone. "Lynch?" Blake said. "We're all here. We need to know immediately if you have anything on the license plate. The unsub took Penelope now. Time is of the essence."

"I was just about to call you," Lynch said. "I did find something on the plate. It belongs to a man named Kyle Roberts."

Derek's head snapped up and his teeth ground together angrily. "That bastard!"

"He fits what you were asking about, with the wolf thing," Kevin said. "His family owned a conservation in South Carolina for wolves. However, it was closed down after some family problems and they went bankrupt. Kyle and his brother Keith then just disappeared off the map."

Reid raised a finger in the air. "Alright," he said. "Who is Kyle? Why have none of us with the exception of Derek, and by the looks of it, JJ heard about him?"

"That's the man who Penelope was dating," JJ said quietly. The team was confused as they saw the rage unfold on Derek's face and the paleness take over JJ's. She looked up at the team. "I was the only one who she told. They broke up just a few days ago, right on the day we left for the case."

"And now he's gone after Penelope and the girls," Derek growled. Rising from the ground, he hollered into the phone, "Lynch! Is there an address on Kyle?"

Lynch's voice crackled over the phone. "Okay," he said. "I'm not seeing one on him. I'm going to look through rental records around the DC area where the girls were taken from and see if I can find anything there." He paused momentarily before adding, "And Agent Morgan?"

"What?" Derek ground out.

"I promise you I'll find that address quickly."