Summary: The team of the FBI's Behavioural Analysis Unit is called to Washington to work the case of the abducted German Ambassador and his wife. While they first suspect only money to be the reason, Spencer Reid soon finds out it's something else the unsub looks for. Can he put the pieces together quick enough to safe the politician? And what has his beautiful daughter to do with it all? And since when can a man fall in love with a blog-page anyway?

Set in mid 5th season...

Author's note: don't own anything...you know that, don't you?

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THE BLOG

Chapter One

Breaking The Case

-Quantico, BAU-headquarters-

Dr. Spencer Reid entered the BAU-headquarters nearly an hour later than he should have. It was the first time in years that he had overslept and there had been no logical reason for it.

He had heard his alarm clock and as usual he'd turned around for a bit but this morning, different to the other mornings, his inner clock hadn't woken him after exactly five minutes but left him in bed without warning.

When he finally got up, woken by a call from JJ, he almost fell out of his bed in shock and then, after getting dressed in the dark, hurried to the bus station with his go-bag JJ had told him to have ready, not bothering to finish his second cup off sugary coffee and leave it at home before getting on the bus.

That's why he stood in the entrance of an ever so busy head-quarter, dressed in his pants from the day before and a pullover that had been fashionable in the late 40's (not that he cared much) and headed to re-fill his now empty cup.

"Hey, kid, what are you up to?", he heard Morgan from the left, "We'd almost left without you, everyone's waiting"

"I'm so sorry, I overslept, I...I...have no-", he started but was quickly cut off by Morgan's 'just-kidding'-face.

"It's alright, just get in the conference room", he said and pushed him into the direction, "We have the German Ambassador and his wife abducted and a very weird ransom demand"

"So we're going to Washington?", Spencer asked the needless question, really meaning, if he was going, too. Lately his knee had started being sore again and that bothered him as much as it annoyed him. Just when he had lost the crutches, his knee would start hurting again. It was so typical for his bad luck to kick in whenever he thought he was over the brink of being miserable. He wondered if he would ever be well again and hated himself for being so vulnerable and weak, feeling, physically, absolutely useless for the team.

"Yeah, we are", Morgan said as they walked down the narrow corridor leading towards the conference room from which Spencer could hear his colleges discuss wildly. At least he wasn't staying here alone with Garcia. He loved her as a colleague but it was irritating to be someone's 'bitch' as she would put it. When he was with her, in her computer-kingdom, he was just a twenty-seven year old school-boy to a tech-nerd-teacher that knew a lot more on the subject than him, and he wasn't used to being the person that didn't know more than everybody else.

"-put us in charge", he heard Hotch declare, ending his trail of thoughts.

"Exactly", agreed Rossi to something Spencer hadn't caught.

"But if this goes bad, we'll be the bad guys. Why don't they send their people here?", Emily said when the two agents entered.

"Sorry, I'm late, I have no idea why, I-", Spencer said in the doorway but was shut up yet again by Hotch.

"Emily, you can't be serious, the government of our country granted him and his family safety, he got abducted from his home that is in our country by one of our citizens, of course this is our call, because we are in charge here, no more discussions on that matter"

So Emily had wondered why they hadn't people from the German Intelligence Service on the case, Spencer figured as much. But Hotch was right. This was their responsibility and now he also knew why everyone was on their feet. This was a matter of international politics, the FBI's hour to shine or to embarrass itself in front of the world. JJ would need a lot of patience to deal with all the upcoming questions. Everyone would have to say something about that case. The news, the foreign bureaus and most definitely the president, himself. So it was hard to investigate, clearly under the spotlight of the world and the stakes for the bureau and the whole country were even higher. If they lost a foreign politician, it would both put the FBI and the entire government of the United States in a filthy place they didn't want to be.

Spencer felt that he had been given extra weight that second, with this huge responsibility on his teams back. But he shouldn't be worrying about society's reception now and he wouldn't. This was about two innocent people being held captive. He needed to focus on the facts, now as JJ started to brief the case to the team.

"So, reports have it that Mr. Hansen and his wife have been last seen in a restaurant two days ago, they've arrived at home were their teenage son Michael was waiting for them. They had a cup of tea and talked for about an hour. We estimate the unsub got into their house during that time, waiting for them, too. Four security men were patrolling the property and the police later found two dead at the back door, so the unsub got his way around the patrols but couldn't get past the guards at the back door. This means we can rule out all other guards or familiar persons to the family. Inside he has killed a house-maid and locked three others into a room to find the family unprotected. Ten minutes later, Mr Hansen drove up in his car and got past the guards at the property entrance gate. His wife sat beside him and we think the unsub was in the back, threatening him with a gun most likely, to drive in order to get away from the building."

"What about the boy?", Emily asked.

"When the patrols came near the back door about five minutes after Mr. Hansen had driven off, they'd seen their dead colleges and rand the alarm.

Inside they found Michael Hansen severely beat up and out of conscience with a note in his hand saying: 'I want 80 Million Dollars in cash and a helicopter or Mr. Hansen and his wife are dead. Tell my pirate princess I'm coming to rescue her'"

Spencer found himself fighting a chuckle, this really was a weird ransom demand.

"Who's his pirate princess?", he asked trying hard not to sound amused.

"We have no idea", answered Hotch, "but we are pretty sure that-"

And this time it was Spencer's turn to cut him off, "-she is the key to finding him"

Hotch nodded.

"The plane is leaving in fifteen minutes, see you then", JJ said and everyone got up from their seats.

Spencer took his time. This was nothing unusual, a kidnapping for money, the remarkable thing was how the unsub had gotten into the house so easily.

This would be a hell of a Washington visit and Spencer didn't really look forward to it. He wasn't at all good with attention, he remembered vaguely how it had felt back then in L.A., when everybody thought he was Hollywood-newcomer Lila Archers new boyfriend (which he wasn't) and remembered it to be awkward, annoying and for the most part embarrassing. He hated having his every move observed just as he despised to be in the spotlight. But that was just what was going to happen. It probably wouldn't make it easier to save Mr. and Mrs. Hansen.

The plane left Quantico at twenty past ten am, taking the team to their most media-effective case yet.