At the precinct the next morning the team is packing up to leave. Captain Gibson walks up to Emily and extends his hand. She takes it.

"Damn fine job, Agent Prentiss. Not many people could have handled a vehicle while struggling with a panicking woman, let alone set up a controlled accident the way you did. Damn fine job indeed."

Emily smiles and nods. "Thank you, Captain. I only wish things could have ended better for Sara Wilder."

"Word has it she'll be fine. Her parents arrived last night and surprised her by caring more about her than about the crap that drove them apart. Hopefully that won't change."

"I'll keep my fingers crossed for her."

Gibson grins. "Just don't cross your eyes. Not sure your right one could handle the strain."

Emily bursts out laughing and nods. "You're probably right about that."

"Well, here's hoping if we ever cross paths again it will be at a conference. I hope you understand if I don't want to have to work with you all again."

Emily nods. "We understand."

Gibson turns to JJ, who along with the others had been watching the exchange. "Uh, Agent Jareau, if you need another name for your reference list you can use mine. I'll be happy to tell people I wasn't too happy to bring you in but was proven wrong." She smiles and nods. He looks at the others. "You all are a class group of people and it was an honor to work with you."

Hotch steps forward and shakes his hand. "Thank you, Captain. I'm just glad we could help."

"Me, too. I'm sorry about the trouble when you first arrived. I was wrong. Thank you for not letting my bull-headedness cause more death."

Hotch nods, smiling kindly. "Apology accepted."

An hour later the team is settling onto the jet for the flight home. Emily has already staked out the couch as her body was feeling a bit achy from the wreck. As he walks by to grab a bottle of water Morgan leans down, grinning.

"Thin walls, Porn Star," he whispers.

Emily blushes and smacks him in the shoulder. He just walks away chuckling. JJ glances at her wife.

"Do I want to know?"

"No, Jen, you really, really don't," Emily assures her.

JJ just shakes her head as Morgan sits down across from her, still grinning as he puts his headphones on and closes his eyes. JJ turns back to her wife and strokes a hand over her hair.

"Rest, baby. We can kick his ass later."

Emily laughs as Morgan just opens one eye, still chuckling about what he's teasing Emily about. Something only suspected until her reaction. Yep, he's proud of himself.

When they arrive back at Quantico, the members of the team file to their desks and offices hoping to check a few emails, check mail and get their desks in order for the next day.

Emily has finished her email and turned to the mail. She slices open the third envelope and pulls out a single sheet of paper with just a few lines typed on it.

I'm at work again. See you soon.

Sincerely,

The Greatest Serial Killer You Will NEVER Know.

"SON OF A BITCH!" Emily yells, slamming her fist into her desk. "STUPID SON OF A FUCKING BITCH!"

JJ races over. "What's wrong?"

Emily throws the letter at her and storms down to Garcia's office. She races in just as Garcia finishes stowing the gear she had taken with her.

"The Puppet Master is at work somewhere in Utah. He fucking sent me a letter."

Garcia nods and immediately gets a computer searching for unusual murders in Utah.

"Garcia, expand the search to all states around Utah," Hotch says as he and JJ walk in.

Emily spins towards him. "What?"

"Em, he may not have mailed it from where he's really working," JJ explains.

Emily runs a hand through her hair. "Shit. You're right."

"No problem, I'll get it running," Garcia promises. "We'll find him, Em. We will," she says confidently.

Emily just nods, telling herself not to let this guy get under her skin…and failing at following her own advice. She runs a hand over her forehead. The headache that had been just an annoyance since the day before is threatening to go into a full blown migraine. JJ reaches out and stops her from pacing.

"Emily, let it go for now. There's nothing we can do until either Garcia's searches give us something to look into or…or he sends us a newspaper clipping," JJ says calmly.

Emily looks from JJ to Hotch, who is staring at her with concern. She takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly.

"My money's on Garcia to find him before he contacts us again," Emily says confidently. "That still means at least 2 people have to die to give us a potential pattern. I hate feeling this damn helpless."

Hotch nods. "We all do. But he's thrown the gauntlet down. This time we pick it up and crush him with it."

Emily nods. "Damn right we do."

"Go finish clearing your desk and go spend time with your kids. We'll be leaving again as soon as we know where he is. He is now our priority," Hotch states.

The two agents nod and go back to their desks as Hotch stays to help Garcia refine her search. They find Rossi, Reid and Morgan in the bullpen. They look at the Prentiss women expectantly. They had heard Emily's rant and all had read the letter.

"Garcia's trying to find any sign of him. Right now it's a waiting game," Emily tells them. She takes the letter back from Morgan and tacks it to the wall of her cubicle. "We're going to find you this time, you bastard. This time we will get to know you," she vows.

Morgan steps up behind best friend. "He wants either you or JJ, Emily."

Emily shakes her head. "Don't be a fool, Morgan. He doesn't care which one of us he kills. It's a challenge to all of us. He'll go after you as soon as us if he has a chance. He scores against us every time he gets away with a series of killings. But he beats us, all of us, if he kills one of us. That's his ultimate goal: one of us dead and his series of murders still on the open books." She turns and looks him in the eyes. "You know I'm right."

Morgan thinks about it a minute before nodding. "Sadly…yeah, I do."

Rossi steps forward. "I don't know about anyone else but I'm done for the day. See you all tomorrow."

One by one everyone leaves until only JJ and Emily are still in the bullpen. JJ grabs her go bag and purse.

"Let's go, Emily. Time to go home to let Henry and Rocky heal our mental wounds."

Emily stops staring at the letter on her wall and nods. "Yeah…yeah that sounds perfect," she says softly.

She grabs her bags and follows her wife to the elevator.

"I lied to Morgan, Jen. He wants us. He'll settle for them but that bastard wants you and me more."

"I know. Morgan knows, too. Turn it off for now, honey. Let it go until we actually have something to concentrate on."

Emily nods, hoping she can do what her wife wants.

A/N: Due to a minor obsession with "Plants vs. Zombies" I am still working on the next installment. Hopefully I will be posting it by Saturday…unless the Zombies really do eat my brains. :o)