Miranda had just welcomed Andrea into her office, welcoming the fresh coffee cup from her hand as they sat around the conference table, their separate research spread out in front of them, when she heard commotion come from the outer office. "I think that's our visitor," Andrea quipped, and Miranda rolled her eyes as she smoothly took a seat at the head of the table, lifting her chin a little as she anticipated finally seeing Penelope Garcia in the flesh.

"Miranda, Ms. Garcia has arrived," Emily said as she stepped inside the office, and Miranda gave her a small nod. "Shall I just see her in, then?"

"Yes, and offer her a coffee or something. I have the feeling that we're going to be here for a little while."

Emily raised her eyebrows as she nodded, stepping back into the outer office, speaking once more to Ms. Garcia. Moments later, what can only be described as a walking color explosion stepped into her inner sanctuary, and Miranda could immediately see where the mystery designer had gotten her inspiration, though she had managed to curate the outrageous riot of color into something much more fashionable. "It is so good to finally get to meet you, Ms. Priestly."

"Before Tuesday, you didn't know who I was," she replied witheringly, even as she shook the woman's outstretched hand politely.

Her gruff response didn't seem to phase Ms. Garcia in the least, as she just gave Miranda a sunny smile before extending her hand to Andrea. "And you must be the reporter who was trying to suss out who I am. Andy Sachs, yes?"

"Yes. Well, you certainly are…colorful, Ms. Garcia."

"Please, call me Penelope, or Garcia. We don't really stand on formalities at the BAU."

Andrea nodded as Penelope took a seat on the other side of the table, pulling out a tablet and setting it on the table with a loud thump. "I suppose that this is where we start to ask questions."

"I suppose, though I don't know why you're interested in me. I'm just a thorn in the side of the FBI."

Miranda snorted indelicately, causing both women to look at her in shock. "If you aren't one to state the obvious," she said archly as Emily came back into the office and handed over what appeared to be an overcomplicated coffee order to Penelope. "You appear to be a thorn in a lot of people's sides."

"When you say it like that, you sound a lot like my old boss, Erin. She was also arch and imperious, using that as a mask to cover up her tender heart. We only got to see that side of her for a year before she was murdered. I think that's why I like you."

From the way that Penelope made that pronouncement, Miranda knew that it was intended to be a compliment, and she fought not to roll her eyes once more at the familiarity. "I am so glad that I meet with your approval, Ms. Garcia."

"You should be! Now, why have I come here, to one of the most prestigious fashion magazines in New York City? The premiere of my play wasn't even a blip on your radar until your Emily made some sort of connection between my sense of style and this mysterious scoop that you want to have over your colleagues."

Miranda cocked her head to one side as she met Andrea's eye, seeing that she was wearing an amused smirk as she shuffled through her papers. Drawing in a deep breath through her nostrils, Miranda lifted her chin a little higher before deciding to speak. "There is a bit of a mystery occurring in the fashion world, and it seems to circle right back to you. Here, take a look at this collection from a new, unknown, designer."

She slid over the pictures from the fashion show, and watched Penelope's face closely. There was still the chance that this was the woman behind the design house, even if she didn't truly think that true. After all Betsey Johnson wore clothes just as loud as this woman, and managed to curate collections that were quirky and yet still fashionable. From the look on her face, however, Miranda knew that these designs were completely new to her, and that she paid no attention to the fashion world at large. "I, I've worn outfits like this before. Only, they've never looked as pretty on me as they do on these models. Even the glasses they're wearing are copies of pairs I've worn in the past. What is going on?"

Miranda began to feel a little concerned as she watched the blood drain from the younger woman's face, wondering why that would unsettle her so. Thankfully, Andrea was ready with the next question, as she gave Penelope a warm smile of encouragement. "That's why I was looking into you, actually. No one knows anything about this designer, and we want to get to know more about her. But tell me, why does the fact that these outfits so closely resemble your personal style unnerve you so?"

Penelope cleared her throat before taking a sip of her coffee, obviously using the small bit of time to collect her thoughts. "I work closely with the dregs of society, and have dealt with one too many obsessive serial killers in the course of my work. I'm certain that you've looked into that, Andy, seeing as how you're an investigative journalist."

Andrea nodded a little. "I did make note of that, yes. But that still doesn't explain this extreme reaction to a collection that is obviously created with some love for you."

"Love and hate are just two sides of the same coin, and obsessive love can just as easily flip to hatred if said love isn't returned. Again, I've seen that all too often in the course of my work. So, I have a stalker?"

"Perhaps, or maybe one of those people that you helped in the course of your work decided to pay homage to you by creating a more refined version of the clothes that you wear, so that others can share your aesthetic."

Penelope frowned a little at Miranda, though there was nothing upset about the facial expression. "That still isn't comforting, when you have no idea who is creating this collection. I just, I have to be careful, as I don't want to end up in a vulnerable situation once more." Miranda watched as one of Penelope's hands drifted down to her torso, and she knew that there was a story there, one that probably went hand in hand with her personal style, but also knew that she couldn't pry, no matter how much she might want to know more about the woman, just in case it would lead back to the designer of Snowflake Designs.

"Well, let's just go over a little more about these outfits, then. Perhaps you can tell us if you have any strong memories associated with any of the dresses in the pictures? Any little thing that you can do to help us track down the designer will mean that you're one step closer to knowing if you have a stalker or if there is just an admirer in your past that doesn't quite know how to approach you and tell you how you've positively impacted their lives." Andrea's words were soothing, more so than Miranda would have been, and she sat back and took notes on her tablet as Andrea interviewed Penelope, pulling her more and more into a comfortable rapport with them, which Miranda knew would only serve to help them out in the long run, even as she hoped that Penelope would give them the information that they needed to find their mystery designer.