Morgan was not having a good day.

On top of a nagging headache and brain-numbing fatigue, constant thoughts of one very brainy young man (that are turning more indecent by the hour), possibly the most horrible weather in the history of humankind, he had been trudging through the list of contacts interviewing person after clueless person.

It was enough to demoralize even the strongest of wills.

Morgan had half the heart to call it a day after having spoken to yet another clueless person. He had met with dead-ends after dead-ends, it was no wonder the detectives here had never made any headway into the solving of the siblings' murders. For being so popular, there seem to be very little anyone actually knew about the siblings' private lives.

There were also no successes on the other fronts either.

JJ had been in the Chicago police department the majority of the day, sorting through the evidence files of the Lionel siblings. That had been a complete waste of time as it was obvious from the clues that there had been no links between the two crimes at all. It had just been the siblings' rotten luck to have been targeted for these random acts of violence.

When Morgan and Elle had seen the contact list of the siblings' the day they arrived, they had decided there and then that the only way they would ever finish interviewing the people on the list anytime that week was to split it between the two of them.

Elle had managed to finish interviewing everyone on her list ahead of Morgan, but like Morgan, she had found absolutely nothing of interest to them or their case. That was also the reason why Elle was available to meet Morgan at the location his last contact to help with the interview.

Earlier on, when she had realized they had came to a road-block, Elle had faxed the list over to the Las Vegas crime lab, hoping that somebody there might be able to see something they might have missed. Spencer had looked at the list and then had it cross referenced within an hour and managed to root out the interviewees with possible connections to Las Vegas and were contacts of both siblings.

That was when they realized that there was one really important person they had yet to speak to, and that was where they were headed off to. Morgan had swore up and down when he had realized that the most crucial person had been allocated to the bottom of his list, he wondered if he had forgotten his brain somewhere back in Las Vegas.

As he was rounding the street to the house of the last contact, and possible crime suspect, he heard his mobile phone ringing from the backseat of his car. After a little struggle with the steering wheel and a near unwelcome meeting with the curbside later, he had the phone in his hands, breathing a little heavy he snapped his phone open irritably, all the while cursing whomever had the nerve to call him at that moment.

"Agent Morgan." He snapped angrily, a small sound of discomfort emitting from the other end made his heart skip and he felt all the anger draining out of him like a really leaky faucet. He would recognize that sound anytime, anywhere.

"Hello Morgan, it's me, Reid." Spencer replied a little uncertainly, "Did I catch you at a bad time?" Reid cleared his throat uncertainly, a muted voice was heard asking Spencer something or other in the background.

"Hey Reid, sorry I snapped at you, and no, you did not catch me at a bad time." Morgan grinned at the blatant lie.

He glanced at the side-view mirror and he could not help but realize that he was grinning like a loon. He thanked his lucky stars that he was alone at the moment and that none of the people who he knew could see him now or they would be sure to give him hell.

Suddenly, Spencer spoke up again, pulling him away from his thoughts, "I've called to inform you that we have another missing person that could very well be linked to our case. The girl's name is Tammy Chester and she is a splitting image of Ivy Lionel.

Her parents had just reported her missing, but it has been six days since she was seen by anyone. Gideon had gone with Grissom and Nick to search her apartment for clues of her disappearance while Hotch and I are looking through Tammy's calls and credit transactions to see if we can find anything. Hotch wants me to ask if you have anything new we might be able to use."

Morgan signed and rubbed his face tiredly, "No, nothing new since the last time I updated Hotch. We are headed over to interview the last person on the list. I will call after we are done there." Spencer hummed, than made sounds that seem to be some kind of agreement before he hung up.

"Spencer is one weird kid." Morgan looked at his cell phone in amusement before flicking it shut. He started the engine up again and drove up the street, he stopped and parked his car after spotting Elle. She had parked her car outside of a small wooden house and was standing outside her car with her slender hips propped against the car's bumper.

He got out of the car, and after greeting Elle, told her the contents of Spencer's call while digging through the backseat of his car for his notepad. When he was done he looked up and noticed that she was looking at him funny. "What?"

"You called him Spencer." Elle said, Morgan shifted uneasily, cursing himself for the slip up.

"Well, his name is Spencer you know." Elle's stare intensified.

"No one calls him Spencer but JJ, and that is because she thinks that she is his mother. Morgan, do you have something to tell me?"

"Huh? JJ thinks she is Spencer's mom? When did that happen?" Morgan asked partially to dodge out of the real issue and partially due to real curiosity.

"Everyone knows that! Even Gracia thinks so and quit dodging my question." Elle looked at Morgan exasperatedly.

"What question? Oh look at the time, we better get this done a.s.a.p, Hotch is waiting for the report and everything…" Morgan side-stepped Elle and hopped up the steps to the house and rang on the doorbell twice.

"This isn't over yet." Elle hissed when she reached his side, Morgan just looked at her innocently as he rang the bell again.

A tall red headed woman opened the door on the fourth ring. "Can I help you?"

"FBI. This is Agent Morgan and I am Agent Greenaway, we have some questions to ask you, can we please come in?" Elle asked with a smile on her face. The woman gestured them in.

"Are you Elise Kelly?" Morgan asked when they had sat down on the chairs the woman had indicated.

"No I am not; I am her sister, Carey Kelly. Elise is not here at the moment. May I know what this is about?" The woman answered with a little tilt of her head.

"We are carrying out an investigation and we would like to ask her a few questions regarding the deaths of Jerry and Ivy Lionel." Elle said.

"Oh, those poor dears, I knew them as well, is there anything I can do to help with the investigation?" The woman had a look of sadness on her weathered face.

"What were they like?" Elle asked softly.

"They were very sweet, both of them. Jerry came every few days to help tutor my son in math, never accepting a cent from me. Ivy was a regular here too, coming to stay over with Elise every other day or so. They were very good friends despite having an age difference of so many years between the two of them. Elise misses Ivy very much, had to get out of town after her funeral. I miss the two of them; they always lightened things up whenever they were here." Carey had a far away look in her eyes.

"Can you think of anyone who might want to hurt them?" Morgan asked.

"No, everybody loves them, they were so nice and warm to everyone." Carey answered.

"Is there anyone you can think of that had been totally devastated by their deaths, to the point where they acted differently and seem to be in their own world?" Carey frowned deeply.

"Many people loved them and many were devastated and horrified by their deaths, but I can't think of anyone who had a sudden change of character since then." Carey answered after a long pause. Elle and Morgan nodded.

"Thank you for your time Madam, we will stay in touch and if you have any information you think is of use to us, please do give us a call." Morgan and Elle stood and shook hands with the woman before leaving the house.

"Well, that was another dead-end." Elle said grouchily as they stepped off the porch.

"Yeah, well I will call Hotch and inform him we have nothing more here. I think it is time we move the investigation back to Las Vegas." Morgan replied.

"Hum, I agree. Well, that's it for today, see ya back at the hotel then. I am in need of some good old Zs" Elle nodded to Morgan as she got into her car and drove off after executing a perfect turn.

"Show off." Morgan mumbled good-naturedly, he picked up his cell phone and dialed Hotch's number.

"Hello?" Morgan felt the little green eyed monster stirring within his chest as he heard Reid's voice coming off the other end.

"Reid, what's up, why are you answering Hotch's phone?" He asked suspiciously, wincing when he realized that he sounded very jealous. He wondered how far gone he was when he remembered that most of them have had periodically answered each other phone's whenever the other person of the team is unavailable.

"Oh, Morgan, Hotch is off at a meeting with some officials, he was expecting you to call in your report so he left the phone with me." Spencer answered levelly, Morgan signed in relief when he realized that Spencer hadn't noticed anything amiss from him.

"A meeting with officials at this time of the night?" Morgan asked incredulously when his brain finally registered what Spencer had said.

"Yeah, they were worried when they learned that a few of the recent unsolved crimes had actually been linked to each other. They are wondering how it was that no one had realized that the killings had been linked till now. They are afraid that if this got out into the public, it would be bad for the image of the city as a whole."

"Ah, politics. So am I supposed to report to you then?" Morgan could not help it, baiting Spencer was his favorite past-time after all, and he did have the cutest reactions.

And as Morgan had expected, "I will assure you that I am perfectly able to take down your report and inform Hotch of its contents in its fullest." Spencer replied indignantly, Morgan could just imagine the look of annoyance on his face and immediately regretted that he was not there to see it himself.

"Alright, alright," Morgan chuckled, "well, Elise Kelly was not in town, she had left after Ivy Lionel was buried. But her sister Carey Kelly was here and we spoke to her. She had nothing new to tell us."

"Right, so we have no leads there either. I will inform Gideon and Hotch."

"Yup, thanks genius, have a good night!" Morgan took a last poke at Spencer before clicking the phone off, laughing as he imagined the pout Spencer was sure to be spotting at that very moment.

After stowing his phone into his pocket, Morgan slipped into his car. He drove out of parking at a leisurely pace and then down the street. But as he continued the drive to the hotel, Morgan had a feeling that they had all missed something really important, and no matter what he did he could not shake the feeling.

However, as much as he wanted to follow through with his gut instincts, he was too weary to continue. Maybe, with a little more rest he would figure it out tomorrow.

Author note: Thanks to me beta!