(A Criminal Minds fic? Seriously? Yup, this is going down. As a celebration of the return of AJ Cook and Paget Brewster to the show...and since I spent my very lame summer watching Criminal Minds I decided to write a Criminal Minds fanfic. The pairing is Reid and (yet another) OC. It takes place during Seasons four and five, except for this first chapter which I have used as a way to show how my OC acts with the other characters. It's Rated M mostly for language and violence...and if I can possibly get myself to write another smut chapter...I will but that's still yet to be decided...So enjoy & I know you readers get this a lot but Reviews are welcomed and loved.)

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Chapter One:

The team took hits, of course all teams eventually take hits, but killers had a passion for going after those that were usually hunting them. The hunters became the hunted. Sometimes it was as simple as one of them being jailed for a misunderstanding or it was something as serious one of them as one of them being drugged and tortured. But it didn't matter whatever it was…it all scared her and brought tears to her eyes. She became terrified that she couldn't help them in the end. Her ultimate flaw was that she cared about the people around her too much. Her name is Kaitlin Melrose.

Profiler, Profiled:

She watched as Supervisory Special Agent Derek Morgan sat on the floor of the interrogation room with his knees hiding his face from the glass pane that separated the two rooms. She looked at her bosses FBI Unit Chief Aaron Hotchner, Hotch, and Senior Supervisory Special Agent Jason Gideon. "Hotch, Gideon?" They looked at her briefly as she twisted the yellow rose in her hand nervously. "Can I go talk to him?" She noticed the frown on Gideon's face, but Hotch looked at her with interest. "As a friend…not as an investigator." She specified then watched as Hotch's face fell and she quickly spoke again before he could tell her no. "I swear I won't mention the investigation or anything but I just want to talk to him. Please?"

Hotch looked at her more seriously now and gave a small nod, "Go ahead, but nothing on the case."

"Of course, sir." She headed to the door but didn't open it because Hotch spoke again.

"And, Kaitlin…" She looked at him, "No food."

She placed her hand on her chest dramatically, "I am hurt that you would think I'd feed a suspect." She opened the door and headed inside before he could respond.

"You know you give her far too much leeway." Gideon told him.

Hotch smiled lightly, "I know but she's harmless when it comes to situations like this."

Kaitlin looked at Morgan as he sat on the floor, pretending to be unaware that someone had entered the room. "Derek?" She whispered his name, careful not to activate the anger that had probably built up in him over the last couple of hours since they had arrived and started treating him like a suspect.

He looked up, "Melrose? What did they send you in here to see if you could get some information out of me?"

She crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow, "Is that really what you think of me? I am hurt, really I am." She walked over and knelt in front of him, making sure that her bag rested on her lap. She held the rose out in between them and he took it. "I'm here if you want to talk and right now anything you say will stay between us."

He shook his head, "There's nothing to talk about. I didn't do anything."

"I know, Derek. I know." She whispered soothingly. "And the others do too, though some of them have a harder time admitting it, so don't worry. We'll find whoever killed those boys and let them get the justice they deserve."

He looked at her again and the look in her eyes made him believe her, even if it was just for a second. Then he looked at how she positioned herself in between the mirror where he knew Hotch and Gideon were watching then he quickly noticed how her bag sat on her lap. "Do you have something to eat?"

"When don't I?" She laughed and pulled out a cereal bar from her bag. "It's the healthiest thing I've got." She handed it to him then waited for him to finish it so she could take the wrapper. "Don't tell Hotch I just did that, he'll get mad and I'm not sure if you've noticed but angry Hotch is angry."

He laughed, though it was a small one. His free hand wrapped around her and pulled her into a hug, "Thank you." He whispered as her face turned red.

She walked out of the interrogation room to find Hotch and Gideon staring at her. "Did you find anything out?" Hotch asked.

"Nope, I told you I was going in as a friend and not as an investigator. And that's exactly what I did." She stretched. "Now I'm going to go and see if I can help the others."

Revelations:

Agent Gideon, their technical analyst Penelope Garcia, and Kaitlin watched as Garcia flagged the most recent video posted by Tobias Hankel as a virus. Then after a couple of minutes they watched as Supervisory Special Agent Dr. Spencer Reid and Tobias appeared on the many screens in front of them.

"This ends now. Confess your sins." Tobias told the man bound to the chair in front of him. Garcia's eyes widen as they saw Tobias hit Reid. "Confess."

"I haven't done anything." Reid whimpered causing Tobias to hit him again. "Tobias, help me." Reid pleaded.

"He can't help you, he's weak. Confess!" Tobias told him. Kaitlin barely heard Reid whimper "Tobias." again, over what she assumed was Charles Hankel's voice…or at least the manifestation of what Tobias assumed was his father.

Tobias hit Reid again, causing Garcia's breath to quicken. "Confess your sins." Tobias's voice was now just a whisper to them. Reid squeaked and then his chair was pushed to the floor. The chair hit the floor with a thud and Reid started convulsing.

"Oh my God he's killing him." Garcia whispered.

"Reid!" Kaitlin cried out, though she knew he couldn't hear her, as her hands covered her mouth. She felt the tears that had built up in her eyes spill over.

They heard Tobias say, "That's the devil vacating your body." then he walked out of the hut where he kept Reid.

"Oh God…Reid no. Please dear God no." Kaitlin whispered as they continued to watch the computer screens, praying for a miracle.

Shortly after Tobias dashed into the hut again and quickly began giving Reid CPR. The others gathered into the small computer room, watching and hoping that it would work. Then they saw Reid start coughing then turned his head back and forth.

They let out a collective breath as they quickly realized that he was alive. "I think that just waned ten years off my life." Kaitlin sighed as she sat down.

"Wait, wait a second. When was the video of the last murder posted?" Supervisory Special Agent Emily Prentiss asked.

"9:23." Garcia told her.

"And…and what was the time of death?" Prentiss asked.

"The 911 call came in at 9:04 and the murder must have been moments later." Hotch told them.

"That's only a 19 minute difference." Their communications liaison Supervisory Special Agent Jennifer Jareau, JJ, stated.

"It only takes about two to three minutes to post an mpeg online." Kaitlin told them.

"Let's call it two. You figure a maximum of sixty miles an hour in a residential area: that means that Hankel has to be in a seventeen mile radius of the crime scene." Morgan told them.

"Garcia can we see it on a map?" Hotch asked.

"Yeah." Garcia told them quietly. They watched as she put the locations up on an electronic map.

"Call Farraday. I want that area locked down like it's Marshal law." Gideon told them in a cold tone.

"Guys." Garcia brought their attention back to the video of Reid and Tobias.

The watched as Tobias circled Reid and heard Tobias speak in an emotionless tone, which Kaitlin recognized as Raphael. "You came back to life."

"Raphael." Reid breathed.

"There can only be one of two reasons." Raphael told him.

"I was given CPR." Reid explained in a strained voice.

"There are no accidents. How many members are on your team?"

"Seven, excluding our technical analyst who's still in Virginia."

"The seven angels who ride the seven trumpets prepared themselves to sound. The first sounded and there followed hail and fire mixed with blood and they were thrown to Earth." Raphael recited.

"He thinks its revelation: the seven archangels versus the seven angels of death." Hotch explained.

They watched as Raphael lifted Reid's chair up, then when Raphael was in front of him again he spoke, "Tell me who you serve."

"I serve you." Reid spoke almost confidently.

"Then choose one to die."

"What?" Suddenly he wasn't so confident anymore.

"Your team members choose one to die." Raphael explained.

"Kill me." Reid told him.

"You said you weren't one of them."

"I lied."

"Your team has six other members, tell me who dies."

"No." Reid's confidence was back now that he had to protect his friends.

Raphael pulled out a revolver, causing Kaitlin to gasp she didn't want to see this though she had managed this far. He placed a single bullet inside and spun the cylinder, as if it was a game of Russian roulette. He then knelt down in front of Reid and pointed the revolver towards his captive. "Choose and prove you'll do God's will." Raphael told him.

"No." Reid stared down the revolver, unblinking, as Raphael pulled the trigger, though it was blank.

Reid closed his eyes, as Raphael spoke again, "Choose."

"I won't do it." Reid told him as he opened his eyes. This time Garcia jumped back as Raphael pulled the trigger again. The round was once again blank.

"Life is a choice."

"No." Once again Reid refused, and once again Raphael pulled the trigger though the round was still blank.

"Choose."

This time there was hesitation on Reid's part, "I choose," Everyone's eyes widened at this, "Aaron Hotchner." Slowly the room unfroze and everyone's eyes moved slightly to Hotch, though they all remained facing the screens. But Reid continued speaking, "He's a classic narcissist, thinks he's better than everyone else on the team. Genesis 23:4. Let him not deceive himself in trust, in emptiness, vanity, falseness, and futility. For these shall be his recompense."

As Reid finished Hotch exited the room and the next shot Raphael fired was aimed at the wall and loaded. He let the shell drop to the floor and grabbed another one, "For God's will." He slipped the bullet into the round and spun the cylinder then closed it which finally caused Gideon to follow Hotch into the next room and this time everyone followed him.

"I'm not a narcissist." Hotch explained.

"Awe, come on look you can't anything-" Gideon told him, though he was cut off.

"That's not what I'm talking about. No stop. Stop. Alright everybody right now, what's my worst quality?" Hotch asked, though they all stayed quiet. "Alright, I'll start. I have no sense of humor."

"You're a bully." JJ told him.

"I'm a bully."

"You can be a drill sergeant, sometimes." Morgan told him.

He nodded, "Right."

"You don't trust women as much as men." Prentiss explained.

But just before he was about to speak again Kaitlin, who had had her tongue pressed to her cheek the whole time, spoke, "You can be exceedingly…harsh sometimes."

He looked at her and tried not to laugh, "Okay good, I'm all these things but none of you said that I ever put myself above the team because I don't ever. Reid and I argued about the definition of classic narcissism and he knew that I would remember that. And he also quoted Genesis chapter twenty three verse four. Read it." He passed the book to JJ.

"I am a stranger no sojourner with you. Give me property for burial place among you, that I may bury my dead out of my sight." Her voice trailed off as Gideon began to smile slightly.

"He wouldn't get it wrong unless it was on purpose." Hotch smiled knowingly.

"He's in a cemetery." Morgan deduced aloud.

They entered the room where Garcia still remained as she brought up the now screen sized map. "I don't see a cemetery." Prentiss told them.

"Call up the first time we saw Reid." Gideon told Garcia.

They watched as the small video now covered a screen, "I won't choose who gets slaughtered and have you leave their remains behind like a poacher." Reid's eyes shifted towards the camera for a brief moment before he began staring down his tormenter again.

"Check to see if there were reports of poaching in the last couple of days." Hotch told Garcia.

"Okay…a…farmer reported two sheep being slaughtered on his property." Garcia told them.

"Where we talking?" Morgan asked as Garcia zoomed in on the map.

"Wha-what's that patch of green there?" JJ asked as she leaned forward.

"Marshall Perish, I think it's an old plantation." Hotch told them.

"Wait Tobias wrote in his journals about staying clean and keeping away from Marshall." Prentiss told them.

"Guys there's a cemetery on the grounds." Garcia told them.

"Then…" Kaitlin asked nearly bouncing on her feet. "We know where we're going?"

"Yeah, let's get Farraday's men and head to Marshall Perish." Hotch told them.

The drive had seemed impossibly long, though it had taken them less than fifteen minutes to get there. Kaitlin mostly sat clenching and unclenching her hands, as they drove, nervous that they might get there too late. Morgan's eyes shifted over to her, from where he sat in the driver's seat. His hand left the wheel for just a moment and he touched her shoulder. "Hey, what's wrong?" He asked.

She looked up, startled, "Is it wrong for me to be worried?"

"Not at all, but keep your chin up. We need you at your best." He told her.

"Don't forget, you're not the only one who's worried. But you don't give Reid enough credit, he's stronger then you think." Prentiss told her from the back seat.

Kaitlin took a deep calming breath as Morgan pulled over behind Hotch's SUV, and looked at her again. She nodded at both of them as she got out, "Let's go get Reid back."

They snuck to the door of the cabin and Gideon nodded, "Go!"

Hotch kicked open the door and Morgan yelled "FBI!" It was only moments later that the chorus of 'Clear's rung out impossibly loud in the small cabin.

"Ugh, what's that smell?" Prentiss asked.

"Burning or burnt fish hearts and livers...It apparently keeps away the devil." Kaitlin told them as she looked around.

"How do you even know that?" Morgan asked her.

"I did take religion back in high school." That's when she saw a pair of brown shoes and an orange and black stripped sock. "Oh look I found Cinderella's shoes and apparently his sock." She stuffed the sock into one of the shoes and started carrying them in her left hand.

Hotch ignored her comment, "Let's spread out, they have to be on foot. Go."

He and Morgan took the left, JJ and Kaitlin headed down the center, and Prentiss and Gideon took the right. Each of them had a small group of state police with them. But they all heard the gun shot and when Hotch called for Reid. They ran towards the main part of the cemetery where Reid was.

Hotch helped him up and Reid threw his arms around him. "I knew you'd understand." He said, and it sounded on like he was on the brink of tears.

Hotch quickly stepped aside so JJ could get through and the two hugged. "I'm so sorry." She whispered.

"It's alright it wasn't your fault." He told her as Gideon walked up.

"Let's get you out of here." Gideon told him as everyone began walking away.

"Can I have a second alone?" Reid asked and Gideon obliged.

Kaitlin turned her back as Gideon walked up, she understood Reid's wish. "Do you have him covered?" Gideon asked.

"I've got him covered don't worry, go catch up with the others." She smiled her best smile and he patted her on the back. She watched as his back slowly became smaller and more blurred against the darkness. She stopped herself from jumping when she heard a staggering hop from behind her. "Can I turn around now?"

"Depends, do you have enough energy to get both of us to a SUV?" Reid asked.

She turned around and for the first time that night she got a decent look at him. It brought tears to her eyes, but she ignored them and raised an eyebrow instead, "Reid, honey, I have enough energy to carry you to the SUV." She went over to him and offered him her right shoulder.

"Thanks." His leaned on her heavily.

"I rescued your shoes, and your sock, if you want them." She felt him cringe, as they started walking. "Too soon?"

"Yeah."

"So I can't call you Cinderella anymore?"

"Please don't…and I don't think Cinderella lost a sock."

"She also only lost one glass slipper, though. And I don't think your shoes count as slippers…"

"Nor are they made of glass."

"Which is a good thing because that would look ridiculous on you." They looked at each other and smiled, though his was a bit forced. She waited a bit before speaking, "You know I'm here for you, if you want to talk right?"

"Yeah, I know."

Lucky/Penelope:

The new Senior Supervisory Special Agent David Rossi, Hotch, Kaitlin, Prentiss, and Reid watched Morgan enter the interrogation room with Father Marks. They both sat down and faced Floyd Feylinn. "Thank you for coming father." Floyd spoke.

"Anything I can do…" Father Marks was cut off by Morgan.

"Floyd, I had to pull some serious strings to get him here. My bosses didn't like the idea at all of sending him in. Now they're going to allow him to sit right here and listen, but you're going to talk to me, alright?" Morgan told him.

"Okay." Floyd muttered. "I've done some really bad things."

"Everybody's done things they're not proud of, Floyd. The only thing that helps is to talk about them, to tell other people. Things are always better after you talk about them." Morgan spoke again.

"Not everything." Floyd shook his head.

Rossi's voice made Kaitlin pull away from the in room window and look at him. "This is strange. When he entered the park Feylinn signed the volunteer sign in sheet but his names not on list of searchers."

Kaitlin felt her stomach squeeze and suddenly got a cold chill up her spin, but when she heard Morgan's voice again she turned. "Come on Floyd, I got him here like you asked. Now it's your turn. Tell us where is Tracy Lamburge?"

"Something's wrong." Rossi said.

"Father," Floyd began, "I feel so alone. I feel like God has abandoned me." Morgan signaled for Father Marks to respond but Floyd kept talking. "Why?"

"You are not alone, my son." Father Marks told him. "God is in all of us."

Kaitlin's stomach squeezed again as she saw Floyd raised his head enough to look at Father Marks. "We need to stop the interview." She heard Rossi but his voice was distant.

"So is Tracy Lamburge." Floyd told them.

"Oh God." Kaitlin gagged then headed for the door which Prentiss opened for her as she ran to the closest bathroom. She knew why he looked familiar now; he had been serving the food at the park…food she had nearly eaten. Everything she had eaten since they had gotten there came back up with a vengeance.

Rossi looked at the plane's bathroom door, where Kaitlin had locked herself away as soon as they got on the plane. He was surprised to think she still had anything left in her stomach. "Does she normally do that?" He asked Hotch and Reid, before they passed out on the flight back.

Hotch looked up and at the bathroom door, "This is the first time I've ever seen her get sick…"

"I think it was because she almost ate some of what Feylinn was serving." Reid told them.

"Almost?" Rossi asked.

"She found an extra granola bar in her bag." Reid shrugged.

"That granola bar saved me." Kaitlin told them from the bathroom door, now changed into a fresh set of clothes and her hair was now neatly pulled back into her usual bun. She looked at Hotch, "Hotch I am officially retiring from being anywhere near an interrogation room while we interrogate homicidal cannibals." She headed to the fridge and pulled out a small pink carton of milk.

"Okay, just promise me you won't get any more ideas of eating things that are offered at search and rescue sites." He looked at her seriously.

"Deal." She nodded as she grabbed a plastic bag full of straws out of her bag and put one into her milk carton, sipping on it gently. "Now if you don't mind I'm going to drink my milk and go take a nap."

Rossi looked at her with a raised eyebrow, "I swear she's probably the only person in the BAU who doesn't drink coffee."

Reid and Hotch both looked at each other, "She is the only person in the BAU who doesn't drink coffee." Hotch told him.

As Kaitlin stepped out of the shower she heard her cell phone ring. "Agent Melrose."

"Kaitlin." JJ's voice was quiet but it sent chills up her spine. "Penelope's been shot."

"What? Where are you now?" JJ told her the hospital name. "I'll be there in fifteen."

She arrived just after Reid did, "What happened? How is she? When can we see her?"

"She's still in surgery." JJ told them both, "There's no word."

"This is crazy." Reid swallowed.

Shortly after, Rossi arrived, "What do we know?"

"The police think it's a botched robbery." Hotch told them as Prentiss came up.

"Where's Morgan?" She asked.

"His calls are going straight to voicemail." Kaitlin told her.

"I'm going to go call him again." Reid told them as he walked off.

"I'm going to go see if I can get some more information." JJ told them as she left their group.

Rossi spoke to Hotch in a hushed tone, "What aren't you saying?"

"I spoke to one of the paramedic's who brought her in," Hotch shook his head slightly; "it doesn't look good."

Kaitlin sat down and clasped her hands together, "Come on Garcia you can survive this." She whispered.

JJ came back shortly after, "They can't give me an update."

Then Reid returned, "Morgan's phone is still going straight to voice mail."

"Where the hell is he?" Prentiss snapped.

Kaitlin had decided to go get everybody coffee while they waited, saying that she couldn't just sit down and wait for answers when Hotch had looked at her with a raised eyebrow. When she came back Morgan was walking towards the group. JJ stood to meet him, "She's been in surgery for a couple of hours now."

"I was in church, my phone was off." Morgan said as he looked at Hotch.

"There was nothing you could have been doing here." Reid told him, as Kaitlin passed around the coffee mugs, with drawings on the lids.

"Do the police got any leads?" Morgan asked.

"I spoke to the lead detective and he doesn't think we'll get anything from the scene." Hotch told him then looked at Kaitlin, "Did you get anything for yourself?" He looked down at the mug, "And why does my coffee mug have a scowl on top of it?"

"I got bored?" She shrugged as the doors behind them opened.

"Penelope Garcia?" The doctor asked. They all managed to squeak out some sort of yes. "The bullet went in her chest and ricocheted into her abdomen, she lost a lot of blood. It was touch and go for a while but we were able to repair the injuries."

"So what are you saying?" JJ asked.

"One centimeter over and it would have torn right through her heart. Instead she could actually walk out of here in a couple days." The doctor smiled as a collective sigh was released. "And I'd say that's a minor miracle. She needs her rest but you can see her in the morning."

They all said their collective thanks as the doctor walked away. Then they all turned to Hotch, "David and I will go to the scene, I think the rest of you should be here when she wakes up. I don't care about protocol, I don't care whether we're working this officially or not we don't touch any new cases until we find out who did this." He and Rossi left.

Kaitlin waited as Garcia opened her eyes, her chair was near the bed and she had one of Garcia's hands in hers. "There she is, hold on okay? I'm going to go get the others." She got up and left the room. "Guys she's up."

"I'll call Hotch." JJ told them. The phone call was short and they all piled into Garcia's hospital room.

JJ went over to the head of the bed and kissed Garcia's cheek. "Hey, no tears." Garcia told them weakly. "I'm afraid if I start crying, I'll come unstapled."

"How are you feeling?" Morgan asked.

"Confused, stupid, and in pain." Garcia looked at him.

"Are you up for some questions?" JJ asked.

"I never saw it coming. He seemed deliciously normal." She told them.

"You know him?" Reid asked.

She shook her head, "You were right, I shouldn't have trusted it."

"What are you talking about?" Morgan asked.

"It was that guy I told you about. The one I met at the coffee shop. I wanted to believe he was interested in me." She said quietly.

"Forget that." He told her.

She continued to talk, "I let my guard down."

"Do you have any idea why he would have done this?" Prentiss asked.

"Did he threaten you?" Reid asked. "Did he want something?"

"I just thought he liked me." Garcia took a few gasping breaths.

"Okay um…we're going to come back in a little while." JJ told her.

"We need a name." Kaitlin sighed.

"James Colby Balor." Garcia told them.

Prentiss wrote it down while she left the others started to follow her, but Kaitlin quickly looked at Garcia again. "Don't worry, Penelope. We're going to find this S.O.B." She walked out.

The tone in her voice sent chills up JJ's spine as Garcia grabbed her hand. "JJ. Can you stay for a sec?"

Prentiss, JJ and Kaitlin watched as a suit from Internal Affairs began taking down their photos of the crime scene at Garcia's apartment. "Is this really necessary?" JJ asked.

"It's protocol." He told her, causing Prentiss to shake her head. The silence made him speak again, "Yes it's necessary. Mr. Lynch here will do an auditive of her computer and I will oversee the investigation."

"A federal employee was just gunned down and you make it seem like investigating her is more important than finding out who shot her." JJ told him angrily.

"Well that's not true, the police have jurisdiction and trust me I will offer them the full force of the FBI to solve this case." He told her.

"With all due respect, sir, the BAU is part of that force." Prentiss told him.

He looked at her, "Look I'm sorry, I realize how hard this must be…"

"But?" JJ asked.

"But the first thing you look at is victimology, correct?" They all nodded. "The Bureau needs to know what she's involved in and whether it has to do with why she was shot." The moment he said that Kaitlin was trying to force back laughter. She knew Garcia and she knew she wasn't involved in anything. But she couldn't stop the first snort of laughter from coming out, drawing the attention of the IA's suit to her. "Is something funny, Miss. Melrose?" He asked.

"Yeah, there is actually. You thinking that Garcia, OUR Penelope Garcia, is capable of being involved in anything is hilarious." She crossed her arms defiantly.

"And you're certain of that?" He asked, glaring at her now.

"One hundred percent, sir." She smiled.

He went to the other side of the table and began picking up the files. "What do you know about how she was recruited to the FBI?"

JJ, Reid and Kaitlin walked into Garcia's very purple apartment, "What's going on?" JJ asked.

"I love the color of your walls." Kaitlin looked up and around.

They ignored her, "I don't know, but this guy's getting seriously bold and I can guaranty it's not over." Morgan told them as he pulled away from the window.

"You okay?" JJ asked.

"I don't know what he wants from me." Garcia shook her head.

"Could you know something about him?" Reid asked.

"I don't know." Her voice was shaking.

"Maybe something he wants?" He asked again.

"I don't know who he is…I'm so scared."

"I know." JJ told her as Kaitlin walked over.

"We're here for you, and I, on the one hand, am not leaving your side until he's either locked up, or dead." She told them as she placed a hand on Garcia's shoulder.

They all looked at her, but Morgan spoke first, "I don't think I've ever seen you wish someone was dead. Ever."

She smiled coldly, "Nobody, and I mean nobody fucks with my friends and gets away with it."

Prentiss, Hotch and Rossi walked into the door. Prentiss had a raised eyebrow, "I honestly think that is the first time I've ever heard you swear." Her words caused Kaitlin to blush. "Anyways did you get a look at him?"

"Nothing solid." Morgan told her.

"Garcia we need to get you back to the hospital." Hotch told her.

"No." She pleaded.

"No." JJ started, "You know what you- you should still be there. We need to get her some place safe."

"I feel safe with all of you." Garcia told them.

"We can take you to the BAU." Hotch told her and she gave a small nod.

JJ stood and offered her a hand, but she started spacing out. "Garcia?"

"You okay?" Reid asked.

"When we were at dinner they wanted to seat us by a window but he insisted on sitting at the worst table in the place and he sat with his back to the corner." Garcia told them.

Looks passed around the room as the detectives came in, "Detective, can you clear the room for just a minute?" Hotch asked.

"I got a dead cop downstairs; I'm considering this place as part of the crime scene." The detective told him.

"I know, just a couple of minutes." Hotch told him.

"Do what you got to do." The detectives turned to leave.

"Thank you."

"Tell us about the car." Reid asked Garcia once they were gone.

"Why?"

Morgan spoke, "Just go with him."

"You said it was white, four door, American, what else?" Reid asked her.

She shook her head, "That's it. It was just a car."

"Now come on think. Anything?" Morgan encouraged her. "Go back."

"The seatbelt was buckled behind his back." She told them in realization causing another look to go around the room. "Why does that matter?"

"It wasn't a rental, it was for surveillance." Kaitlin told her.

"Agents don't wear seatbelts; they need to get out in a hurry." Prentiss said as she paced lightly.

"Alright let's cut the crap, you need to be straight with us. Right now." Rossi told Garcia as he sat down on the table. "Look at me, not them."

"I'm not hiding anything." She told him.

"You got shot. Most people get shot for a reason." He told her, but she looked at away so he snapped. "Eyes here!"

"Hey ease up, Rossi!" Morgan told him.

"You've got a room full of people here willing to believe that an FBI agent is trying to kill you. We need to know everything you do on company time that we don't know about." He told her. "What?"

"Come on man." Morgan tried again.

"Um…it's nothing bad." She started.

"Spit it out!" Rossi told her.

"It's nothing bad!" She repeated, "It's just…I council victims' families and they know where I work so sometimes they ask me to look into cases for them."

"What does that mean?"

"It just means that the cases, the unsolved ones, I tag them so whoever investigating knows that the FBI considers them a priority." Her words became whispered as Kaitlin's palm met her own forehead.

"You're not authorized to do that." Hotch told her as he began to pace.

"I know I was just trying to help." She pleaded.

"But whoever's working those cases thinks you're watching them." Prentiss told her.

"I just want to put the pressure on them so that they don't slide." She argued quietly.

"How many cases are we talking about?" Hotch asked.

"I don't know seven, eight maybe. I need to get into my system." She told him.

"You can't, you're suspended." He reminded her.

Morgan spoke then, "Wait a minute, Garcia. On your date you said this guy was pressing you to find out if you were working murder cases." She quickly nodded. "Hotch; we gotta look at those files."

Hotch looked a Rossi who spoke, still in a rather harsh tone. "I told you I'm sick of this jag off being in front of us."

"Dave's right. We'll go back to the BAU. Morgan, Reid, Prentiss and Melrose you stay here and make sure that no one forgets to log out of the system. Garcia should not have access." Hotch told them.

"Understood." Kaitlin told him, though she was the one who later gave Garcia access to her BAU account.