"I've got to babysit Jack the day after tomorrow. Hales wants to surprise Aaron with a day for just the two of them, and I couldn't just say no." I was currently between Derek's arms as we lounged around on my bed. Bert and Ernie were by my feet, eyes shut as they slept.

"I'll come with you." Derek soothingly drew circles on the backs of my hands.

"You don't have to." I buried myself deeper into his hold. "But...if you're insisting, I could definitely use the adult interaction." His chuckle vibrated down to his chest.

"Well babysitting Jack would be great practice for when, you know, we have kids of our own." He pressed a kiss to the back of my neck.

"Do you really see me in your future? Going as far as me having your children?" I glanced back at him.

"Baby girl...you are my future." He smiled down at me.

"That's...that's great." I nodded my head and quickly got out of bed, which alerted the dogs. "Uh, we should get going. JJ texted us about a case." I strapped my holster and badge on and grabbed my phone.

"Yeah. Yeah, let's go." Derek slowly stood up and gathered up his things as well.

"Well, as much as we might want to take this case, we have to be invited by local authorities." Aaron mentioned the rules. "I'm sure that this friend of your aunt's is very concerned, but it just doesn't work that way." He broke to her unfortunately.

"I called the police chief. He faxed over an official request for assistance." JJ passed him the form. "This is Brooke Chamber. Her father, Peter, a widower, left her home alone for the weekend. Polly Homefeldt and Kelly Seymour were sleeping over Saturday night." She pulled up their pictures on the monitor. "At 9:35 PM during the town's pep rally for the high school football team, both Kelly and Polly called home." She clicked another button.

"It's me. I know this is last minute, but please don't be angry. Brooke, Kelly, and I are going to take off on a road trip for a few days, sort of our last adventure before graduation. We'll be back Friday night. Love you, bye." It was one of the girls' voice message to their family.

"Kelly Seymour left this message on her parents' machine 44 seconds later." She played another recording.

"It's me. I know this is last minute, but please don't be angry. Brooke, Polly, and I are going to take off on a road trip for a few days, sort of our last adventure before graduation. We'll be back Friday night. Love you, bye." It was the same message, word for word.

"Exactly the same." Spencer determined.

"Both calls were made from Brooke's cell, which has since been turned off." She set down the remote on the table.

"And there's been no activity on their cellphones or ATM cards since Saturday." Garcia mentioned.

"It does sound like they were reading from a script." Aaron caved in.

"And obviously, since the phone's turned off, I can't use it to locate the girl, but I have an open trap on the number in case it gets turned back on." Garcia let us know.

"Okay, guys, guys, not for nothing. I remember my senior year in high school. Isn't it possible these girls just took off on a road trip?" Derek thought out loud.

"Not at all." JJ and I blurted out in response at the same time.

"Polly accepted an athletic scholarship to Penn State. I was a high school athlete, just like these girls. You were one, too, Suparna. We were these girls." She turned to me. "They don't smoke, they don't do drugs, they don't drink during the season, and they did not jeopardize a Fulbright scholarship by cutting school and missing practice." She stood her ground.

"If they're doing either of those things, they're doing it against their will." I sided with JJ.

"Okay. I hear you two." Derek sat up in his chair. "It has been five days. There's a chance these girls... there's a chance we may not find them." He reworded.

"I don't think so." Gideon spoke up.

"The phone messages. If they were reading from a script, they said, I'll see you next Friday. Not two days, not two weeks, Friday." Spencer pointed out.

"Why be that specific?" Gideon questioned. "My guess is we have until Friday to find them." He assumed.

"Two days." Spencer leaned his elbows against the table.

"So, are we taking the case?" JJ scanned the room.

"Wheels up in thirty minutes." Aaron replied, and we split off. Before I knew it, we were in North Mammon at the Chambers' house. The crime scene.

"Hi, I'm Sergeant Sykes. Tom, if you want." The officer introduced himself.

"Derek Morgan. Agent Gideon, and Agent Suparna Hotchner." Derek introduced us.

"Jason Gideon. How are you?" Gideon shook his hand.

"Hope we haven't brought you folks out here for nothing." He pulled his hand away.

"You don't believe these girls are missing?" Derek posed to him.

"It's not really the kind of thing that happens around here, you know?" He replied casually.

"You'd be surprised to know how many times we hear that." Gideon humored.

"Still, I've been through the house myself, and nothing looks out of place at all." He glanced back at the house.

"You talked to Chambers, the father?" Derek questioned.

"Haven't located him yet. Chambers is a lawyer. He's always out of town on business." He answered honestly.

"November 3rd. That's tomorrow." Gideon pointed back at a handmade poster for a football game.

"State championship football game. North Mammon is finally back in it." Sykes confirmed.

"Show us inside." The three of us headed into the house along with the sergeant. "You were right, Sergeant. No forced entry, no sign of struggle. If someone did attack these girls, they chose to comply fast." Derek checked the windows in Brooke's room.

"To get immediate compliance without the use of force, you have to use one of two methods: a threat of force like a weapon or pre-established trust." I stated.

"Whoever it was, it took a lot of planning. Detailed information about the girls. When Brooke's father was gone, when the other parents were out." Derek stopped in front of a wall of various photos.

"How do you mean?" Gideon glanced over at him.

"He knew they'd have to leave messages. With that script, they couldn't talk directly to the parents." Derek turned to the sergeant.

"We're looking for a close family member of the girls...or a stalker." I mentioned.

"The folks here look after each other. There's no way an outside stalker stalked these girls without being noticed." Sykes rejected my latter thought.

"We have to assume the people who abducted these girls were members of the community. Would have needed a spot to watch her from." Gideon looked out the window. We walked across the street into a fenced parking lot.

"You can see all the windows from here." Sykes shielded his eyes from the sun.

"Someone spent a lot of time here." Gideon came to a spot by a pile of cigarette butts. "Has it rained since here Saturday night?" He asked.

"No." Sykes answered with a shake of his head.

"If it isn't my favorite person of my favorite couple." She picked up the call.

"Garcia, we're going to be sending some cigarettes your way. We've got a lot of butts that need to be taken the lab for DNA analysis ASAP." I let her know.

"Oh, Suparna. I love it when you say butts." She giggled like a madman. "Send away, sugar. Bang bang for now." And she hung up.

"Sergeants Sykes. What?" He scrunched up his brows. We found Brooke's car abandoned in a parking lot, which kind of disbanded the whole road trip idea. Afterwards, we gave our briefing of the case to the police department.

"Finally. I thought you'd never pick up." Garcia called me towards the end of the briefing.

"Did you find something?" I stepped away from the bigger group.

"I got a name for your stalker smoker. Donald Haas." She informed me.

"Thanks for the update, G." I hung up. "Hey, Garcia ran the DNA from the cigarette butts through CODIS and got us a name. Do you know of a Donald Haas?" I faced the sergeant and Sheriff Jeff Yates.

"Donald Haas is the girls' soccer coach." He answered.

"Was Coach Haas at the pep rally?" Gideon raised his eyebrows.

"I don't remember seeing him there, no." Yates shook his head, sharing a look with Sykes.

"Where would Coach Haas be right now?" Gideon sighed.

"High school track and football field. With the girls' soccer team right now." Sykes answered, and we were on our way out. Unfortunately, Mr. Chambers, Brooke's father, got their first.

"Where's my daughter, you son of a bitch?" Mr. Chambers yelled while hitting Haas with a baton or crowbar. "I get the charges dropped, and this is what you do for me?" He hit him again. Before he could do anymore damage, Derek leaped over Haas and tackled Chambers to the ground.

"Take it easy! Take it easy!" Derek held him back.

"He did it before in Pittsburgh! He was arrested, and I got him off! I got you off, son of a bitch" Chambers thrashed around in Derek's grasp.

"That's enough!" Derek was struggling a little to hold him down. "Little help, here!" He handed off to another officer beside him.

"You okay?" Sergeant Sykes helped Coach Haas stand up.

"They're all turning on each other." My brother said as Derek came over to us. While Gideon talked to Coach Haas, Derek, Sykes, and I went to the Saginaw Motel.

"Alright, thanks. You can go back to now." Sykes dismissed the sanitation engineer who found the girls' soccer jerseys in the dumpster.

"Here's the guest registry." The motel owner handed Sykes the book.

"I'll get started running these names through the computer." Sykes told us.

"There's a name in there, John Sherman, you're not going to find it in the state computer. He stays here once a month, and he pays me a hundred in cash over the rate so I'll look the other way." The owner admitted.

"You seriously didn't ask for any idea?" I raised an eyebrow at him.

"Well, I don't have to because...see, I know the guy. Only his name isn't Sherman. It's Chambers. Peter Chambers." He revealed new information. Derek immediately called either Aaron or Gideon.

"All three of the victims' soccer jerseys were found behind the motel Peter Chambers has been staying at for the past week." Derek and I walked into the conference room.

"He's been repeating this process every month." I rested my back against the door.

"These men are innocent." Gideon pressed his palms against the table behind him.

"You're sure?" Yates looked over at him.

"UnSub planted the evidence to implicate them. Forensics countermeasures." Gideon confirmed.

"So, we've got no suspects, no reliable evidence. We've got nothing." Yates replied in defeat.

"We've got the behavior. The fact of the countermeasures." Gideon countered positively.

"He tried to implicate Haas and Chambers. That would mean Haas and Chambers had significance to him, right?" JJ thought out loud.

"Who he's implicated may be as important as who he's abducted." My brother agreed with her.

"He's been watching them all for a long time. See them." Gideon blankly stared off into space.

"We've gotta bring in the parents of the girls and all those he has implicated. They're his targets, too, and they quite possibly could be the key to finding him before it's too late." I turned to the others.

"Let's go." And we went off our separate ways. While we were talking to the parents, Garcia called in.

"Go ahead, Garcia." Gideon said to her.

"Brooke Chambers' phone just switched back on. I got a trace and a location. Downtown North Mammon, within a hundred meters of the intersection of Main and First." She gave us the information.

"That's right outside." We all ran out the door to look for them.

"Morgan. Keep the parents back. There are only two of them." my brother ordered us.

"What's going on?" They started to round the corner, but Sykes and Derek blocked them.

"It's okay. We're with the FBI." JJ stopped in front of the first girl. Polly.

"Are you alright?" I kept my hands on the other girl's shoulders, but she didn't want to show her face.

"Polly, are you okay?" JJ inquired, brushing her hair back.

"She's bleeding." Aaron examined her.

"It's not her blood." The second girl, the one Gideon and I were with, looked up. It was Brooke.

"Brooke. Where is Kelly Seymour?" Gideon questioned. Polly just placed her head on JJ's chest, starting to cry. Inside the police department, Hotch and JJ were in an interrogation room with Polly while Gideon was with Kelly. Then, the girls revealed that the UnSub would only let two out of the three girls go out alive. Meanwhile, the fathers, including Chief Yates, were on the same football team, and the garbage man who had found the soccer jerseys was the UnSub all along. By the time we got home, it was past midnight.

"You've been off all day, you know. What's going on?" Derek dropped our bags by the door before walking in.

"It's nothing. I'm fine." I went straight into the kitchen and grabbed a couple mugs and teabags.

"It all started when I mentioned...is this about you being the mother of our children? Because I know we haven't talked about that or anything, and—" He started to ramble.

"Derek, just...just shut up for a second." I chuckled at his nervous behavior. "That's not the, uh, entire reason why I've been out of it today." I set up a pot of boiling water on the stove.

"Then what is it?" He leaned against the entrance to the kitchen, arms crossed over his chest.

"When it comes to relationships, I'm not that lucky. I'd actually go as far as to say I am one of the unluckiest people in terms of love." I poured the water into the first mug. "I had this boyfriend back in college. I thought we were going to get married and-and grow old together...but he ended up cheating on me. With my best friend." I moved onto the second mug. "Other things happened that I'd rather not go into detail about, but in short, he kind of ruined dating for me." I dipped the tea bags in. "And I really, really don't want to ruin what you and I have by doing something stupid." I handed him his mug.

"First of all, if anyone's going to be doing anything stupid, it'll be me." He blew into the drink. "Second of all...from the year I've known you, you could do nothing wrong. You are so selfless and brave...smart, beautiful...funny as hell." Derek lifted up my chin, making me look at him. "I'll teach you." He flashed me a smile.

"I guess my luck's finally changing. I met you." I got onto my tippy toes and kissed him on the corner of his lips.

"Alright, first lesson. Always kiss on the lips. Especially when it's me." He pressed his lips against mine.