IV

"Detective Waters?" JJ asked as she approached the desk of a young, tall man with auburn hair. "I'm Agent Jareau, we spoke on the phone."

"Yes, thank you for coming." Waters shook hands with JJ as she introduced the team. "We have a room set up for you." He led them to a conference room with a table and a whiteboard.

"Thanks. We'll get started right away." JJ nodded at the man and watched as his eyes roamed her slowly. Catching the gesture, Morgan put himself between his teammate and the detective.

"We'll let you know when we find something." He said in a deep voice and waited for the man to leave. Sharing a look with JJ, they rolled their eyes and took their seats.

"Alright," Rossi cracked his knuckles loudly. "What'd we got?" A laptop binged and Garcia's bright office took over the screen.

"Honestly people, where would you be without me?" she took off her glasses and gazed at the group knowingly.

"Extremely bored." Emily mumbled and received several chuckles. "What'd you find PG?"

"Gumdrop, I believe the question is; what didn't I find?" Garcia wriggled her fingers to loosen them up before beginning to type. "Remember how I told you the three victims were in a bar when they met?" Everyone nodded. "Well I think I might've found out why."

"That would definitely answer some questions." Reid tucked his hands underneath the table.

"Tis the point, boy genius." Garcia cleared her throat before continuing. "Now, the primary suspect in White's murder was a man by the name of Adrian Hail."

"Wait a minute, the Adrian Hail?" Rossi asked the techie.

"The Adrian Hail." Garcia confirmed.

"Who the hell is this guy?" Morgan crossed his arms and frowned as he looked at the picture of the man in question. He was handsome with dark hair and golden eyes and Morgan could tell he wouldn't like what he heard.

"Adrian's a mob boss." Garcia informed them. "He practically runs the streets of Manhattan on every front; embezzlement, drugs, weapons, girls; anything you can think of, he can get."

"And obviously, NYPD can't nail him for anything, right?" Emily sighed, bored with the usual lines.

"Unfortunately my lovely minx." Emily raised an eyebrow at the nickname as the others hid smirks.

"Do we know for sure that he did it? It wasn't someone that works for him?" Hotch asked and Garcia shook her head vigorously.

"It's Hail, there's no doubt about it. The only problem is proving it."

"What does this have to do with our vics?" JJ asked, drawing the attention of the blonde.

"Excellent question Sunshine!" Garcia pressed a few buttons and continued to speak. "The brothers and Newton were being recruited."

"Are you sure?" Rossi looked skeptical.

"Considering the fact the men's bank accounts remained dry even after they hit it big and that they basically abandoned their families for the mob, yea I'm pretty sure." With a smug look, Garcia sat back in her chair and smiled.

"Great work Penelope." Hotch congratulated the woman.

"I know." She blew them a kiss before leaving the chat.

"So we're thinking Hail did these guys too?" Morgan waved his hand over the images of their victims.

"That's the only explanation I can think of." Emily crossed her arms and stared at the faces of the dead as if they could tell her what had happened.

"Alright," JJ stood to stretch her legs. "Let's say Hail committed all four of these murders. How do we prove it?"

"We talk to him." Hotch stated plainly and looked over the faces of his agents before making the decision. "Emily, JJ I think the two of you should take this one." Sharing a look, the women nodded and gathered their things. As they approached the glass doors leading to the parking lot, the remaining members of the team saw two detectives, presumably Waters and his partner, corner the women. Morgan stood, itching to get them away from his teammates, only to be stopped by Hotch.

"They don't need our help." Hotch told the younger man curtly.

"You're gonna tell me that that doesn't piss you off?" Morgan motioned to the scene, surprised that Hotch had stopped him. Morgan only cared for the women on a brotherly level- the same couldn't be said for his boss. He watched the man in question glance in their direction before returning his attention to him.

"It's something I'm sure they deal with on a daily basis." He avoided the question.

"Hotch is right, Morgan." Rossi said. "Everywhere we go, some lowlife tries to make a move on one or both of them and not once have we had a problem."

"Well I don't like it." Morgan huffed as he sat back down and took a file to distract himself with.

"Imagine how they feel." Reid added without looking up from his own papers. Hotch couldn't help but watch the women walk away- leaving two very flustered looking detectives behind- and smile.

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