A/N: Hmmmm, was Beth stalking Emily? Why can't Hotch remember anything? Is Beth really dead? Thanks for the kind comments. I am trying to make this a bit of a mystery here. Hope you enjoy!

"I demand to speak with your supervisor!" the older, dark-haired man bellowed out.

"Sir, I tell you that is impossible," the woman repeated firmly. She looked frazzled and tired, but a spark of determination was in her eyes as she stood solidly between the shouting man and entrance into the gallery.

"Do you know who I am?" the man demanded.

"I know exactly who you are!" the woman spat back. "You're David Rossi, an FBI agent and friend to that-, that-, that man they suspect killed Beth! Now if you think you're going to save your friend's guilty hide by trying to dig up dirt on Beth, you have another thing coming to you! Beth was a lovely woman and she's never hurt a fly in her life. It's that Hotchner man she was seeing who's guilty. Now please leave or I will call the police!"

Rossi threw her a disgusted and enraged look. "This isn't over! Aaron Hotchner never laid a finger on her and I'll prove it!" He stomped out of the gallery, pushing past the young, thin man who had been standing behind him, waiting to enter the gallery.

"Wow, that was intense," the young man said. "Are you okay?" he asked the woman who had been arguing with Rossi.

The older woman sighed and used a hand to brush back her dark hair. Her other hand pushed up her glasses. "I'm fine." She gave the tall man a small smile. "Thank you for asking."

"What was he going on and on about?" the young man asked gently. "I don't mean to pry, but I couldn't help overhearing…"

"It'll be all over the news in a few hours if it isn't already," the woman who wore a nametag that said "Erica" continued. "One of our curators, Beth Clemmons, is missing and we just got word they've found her body. She had been dating this FBI agent and they didn't have a good break-up." Erica sniffed in the direction of the door. "That man was a friend of Beth's ex. I'm betting they're closing ranks to protect their own."

"But the FBI doesn't investigate local crimes."

"No, fortunately, DC police are handling it." She lowered her voice. "But there's no doubt in my mind that the boyfriend is guilty. He broke up with her, but the past week, he's been calling Beth a lot. She told me it's because she had found out something about him that had him worried. She started to become a little afraid of him. That he viewed her as some sort of threat to him and maybe he would do something to her."

The young man looked intrigued and shuffled closer towards the woman. "What did she know about him?"

Erica shrugged. "I'm not sure, but I know Beth suspected he had been sleeping with one of his subordinates and that's a big no-no. This guy was so married to his career, something like that could destroy it. A man like that would do anything to protect his job." She sniffled sadly. "Even getting rid of someone he thought was a problem." She dabbed at her eyes with a tissue and then suddenly realized she had been confiding in a total stranger. "I'm sorry, who did you say you were and why were you here?"

"My name is Dr. Spencer Reid and I actually came to look at the tribal masks exhibit you've just opened up."

An hour later after touring the exhibit and asking a few prepared questions, Reid strolled out of the museum, down two blocks and got into a waiting car.

"About time you showed up," Rossi groused.

"I had to make it look like I was really there for the exhibit," Reid protested as he set his messenger bag down at his feet. "However, the plan did work."

"Usually does. Get 'em rattled and upset and they'll loosen their tongue for the closet sympathetic ear," Rossi replied. "What did you learn?"

"She said that Hotch had been calling Beth frequently the past week because she knew something that would hurt Hotch's career. That he was having an affair with one of his subordinates."

Rossi snorted. "There's so much bullshit in that that I don't know where to start. I can tell you Aaron has not been calling her. She's been calling him."

"Phone records should be able to prove that," Reid agreed as Rossi started up the car.

"We'll need Garcia to check into it."

Emily let herself into Hotch's apartment with the key she had grabbed from Rossi's. At least one other member of the team had an extra set of keys to another member's place. Hotch had only given a set to Rossi. The man valued his privacy very much. Ironically, so did Emily, but since the Doyle incident, everyone had pretty much insisted they have a key to her new house. Normally, her extra set would be with JJ, but she could see the anxiety in everyone's faces, as though they needed some assurance that they could check up on her at any time. The lingering guilt she still felt for what Doyle put them through had pushed her to hand over keys to everyone on the team though the idea of so many spare sets floating around made her uneasy.

She punched in the security code to deactivate the alarm and made sure the door was firmly closed and locked behind her. Emily walked into the living room and glanced at her surroundings.

Hotch was a notoriously neat man and his apartment, despite having a young child, exhibited this predilection. Of course, it helped that Jack had been gone a week and would still be away for at least another one. Emily suspected as soon as the child had left, Hotch had cleaned up.

Right now though, Hotch's obsessive organization was a benefit as it made it easy to spot if anything was out of place, and so far, nothing appeared to be. Gibbs had not gotten back to her yet, so she had no idea what evidence they might have on Hotch in Beth's disappearance. Emily was going into this blind, but she knew if she could find something that could alibi her Unit Leader for last night, he should be in the clear.

Methodically, she began to search the apartment, rolling her eyes more than once as she came across Hotch's need for organizing everything. Seriously, he alphabetizes his canned goods?

She found nothing out of place in the living areas and only made a cursory inspection of Jack's room. All that remained were Hotch's bedroom with its attached bathroom and the small guest room that doubled as his home office. She hesitated a moment before she went towards the office first.

This too looked undisturbed and exhibited the same neatness as the rest of the apartment. Most of the drawers were kept locked and she assumed they had his files from work. She pulled out one unlocked drawer a little further and noticed in the deep recess in the back hung an assortment of keys on hooks. A glance at the tags showed her they were spare keys: extra set of keys to his car, to his office, and the extra keys to the other team members' homes. Emily paused a moment and examined the neat tags attached to each set of keys. Like Hotch had entrusted him, Rossi had given his spare keys to Hotch as had Morgan, their names clearly written on tags that hung off of the keyrings. Both sets were hanging off their respective hooks, but one hook was conspicuously missing a set of keys.

The keys to her house were gone.

A/N 2: Let me know what you think! Thanks!