The Cardnapper.
Sorry about the terrible title but they have never been my strong point. This is my first publicly available story so try to cut me a bit of slack please. Saying that, criticism is always welcome, provided it's constructive. Thank you and I hope you enjoy my ramblings) rated k to start but this may well change later.
The bull pen was alive with the usual hubbub of an on-going case. More often than not the team managed to wrap up a case within a matter of days, a week at tops, but this one had then all stumped, even Infamous consultant Patrick Jane.
Though it wasn't usually the type of case that the team were called in for, it was so high profile that the D.A demanded them be assigned to close it before it escalated any further.
So far there had been no murder, no larceny that they could determine and no demands made for the four missing victims. All that they knew was that the kidnapper had an undiscovered plan for the young girls, all aged between nine and eleven, with dark hair and over active imaginations. Though why this was relevant the team couldn't comprehend but Jane knew this was the reason for their disappearance.
The press had began to call the culprit 'card -napper' as the only decisive link that each of the victims had in common was a new playing card left at the child's last know location.
The victims had all been taken in the space of three weeks, all from different locations in California and all the girls came from different social backgrounds.
So far C.B.I profile looked depressingly bear. There didn't seem to be any pattern to the disappearances and the team prayed for a break.
"I want to talk to the parents again." Jane said from his couch as Lisbon and the rest of the team chased unlikely and frankly farfetched leads.
"Jane what more could you possibly hope to gain? We've been through their statements at least three times. There is nothing there." Lisbon responded as she stood at the board looking hopelessly at the photos of the missing girls on the board.
The truth is he didn't know but it had to be more productive than sitting here going over sex offender lists with the rest of the team.
He thought for a moment then decided Lisbon was probably right. After all he asked every conceivable question he could think of and still had nothing. There must be something he was missing. So he excused himself and went up to the loft so he could access his memory palace in peace.
He went over it inch by inch for hours and still he couldn't find that key piece of information he was missing.