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"Well, what do we have here?" Penelope Garcia said to herself as she clicked on the tiny icon labeled 'P.G.B.R-360'. "What are you hiding from mama, Mr. Lynch?" The blonde looked at the screen of the ancient laptop in confusion, she saw herself lying in her own bed, Kevin kissing her goodbye before heading to work early. "Oh, you kinky boy." Garcia smiled to herself, beaming at the thought of her geeky boyfriend secretly taping their lovemaking sessions. She closed that window and opened another, this one titled 'P..R-295'. The smile quickly fading from her face as she saw herself brushing her teeth over the bathroom sink. "What the hell?" Closing that window she opened another, 'P.G.L.R.-327', Garcia asleep on the couch with Kevin, 'P.G.K.-339', Garcia in the kitchen, making coffee. The images quickly fading from oddly cute, to all out perverted. Garcia scrolled through hundreds of files, opening some and quickly closing them.

When she had reached the end of the list, Garcia clicked the back button and was brought to a screen with several folders. Each folder was labeled with a set of initials and dates. The newest folder was the one she had been scrolling through, 'P.G. 05-27-2009/05-27-2010', glancing at the date on the computer, she noted that it was only May 22nd. Prior to that was a folder titled 'H.F. 03-13-2008/03-13-2009'. Garcia opened the 'H.F' folder and saw the same tiny icons that were in hers. She clicked on one, 'H.F.B.R.-012', and was shocked to see Kevin, in the bedroom of another woman, a woman who looked a lot like Garcia, blonde hair, similar build. Garcia began to click faster, opening more windows, unsure of what to think, tears forming in her eyes. She reached the end of the page and opened the last file, 'H.F.B.R.-365'. There was the same girl, lying in bed, her lovely smile slowly fading until her mouth formed a silent scream. Garcia gasped along with the girl as a man entered the screen and choked the life out of her. The man stepped back and the girls lifeless body slumped, half in and half out of the bed. Her empty eyes staring into the camera, staring at Garcia. All the videos she had watched and crime scene photos she'd seen in her career with the bureau hadn't prepared her for what she saw next. The man who had just murdered some innocent girl was her boyfriend, Kevin.

Shocked, and more out of habit then active thought process, Garcia attached her ever present thumb drive to the laptop and copied all of the videos she could find. She opened more folders, 'L.O. 1-17-2007/1-17-2008', 'J.D. 11-15-2005/11-15-2006', 'K.G. 09-31-2004/09-31-2005', found more girls who looked like her. And in the final video in each folder, the pretty, bubbly blonde was strangled. And there was Kevin, standing over the body.

Garcia, glad she had showered and dressed before knowing about the cameras, detached her thumb drive, grabbed her bag and ran to her car. She got behind the wheel and tried to calm herself down. "Breathe sister, breathe. No use in killing yourself before..." She stopped. "Before what? Before Kevin does?" She uttered a small, shrill laugh. A laugh that had no humor and more than a little crazy in it. Taking her phone from her bag, Garcia hit number 3 on her speed dial.

"This is Jennifer Jareau speaking, may I help you?"

"J.J., it's me."

"Garcia? What's up?" Garcia drew in a deep, shaky breath. She couldn't make the words leave her lips. "Garcia? Penelope, what's wrong?"

"Kevin." The only thing she managed to say before bursting into tears.

"Garcia? Garcia! Calm down, what happened? Did you two have a fight?"

Garcia wiped her eyes and said, "I wish it were that simple. I need to talk to you as soon as I get in, can you do that?"

"Sure. Whatever you need."

"Thanks J.J." She said, more composed.

"Hey, be careful."

"I will." Hanging up, Penelope started her car and pulled out into traffic.