Chapter two
(Updated)
Disclaimer: I don't really understand why I must state the obvious but here you go; I don't own Criminal minds
Derek Morgan was running late so as soon as he entered the conference room and took a seat Garcia charged full speed into the details of their latest case.
"This is Penny Hander" Garcia said as she pulled up a picture of the girl on the big screen "she's been missing for four years" she pulled up more recent pictures of the same girl "yesterday I found her being beaten up in an alleyway. she was taken from a Burger King in Round Lake, Illinois on her fifth birthday, she followed a man who offered her candy and told her if she went with him her parents" she then Pulled up a picture of big bold man in his late mid-thirties and an attractive blonde woman in her late twenties "May and Gilbert Hander would stop fighting. they were both found yesterday with their heads smashed in" Garcia cleared her throat "I also looked at other cases like this one I found thirty-seven unsolved cases where a blonde haired browned eyed girl has gone missing and that's only in Illinois there are eighty-four similar cases in Minnesota and Wisconsin"
"Excuse me!" A child's voice called out from the doorway.
Everybody turned to see who it was. The girl from the pictures stood there smiling.
"I forgot to tell you something Ms. Penelope. The man called us angels"
"What?" JJ asked
"The man who took me. He said we were angels, the older girls told me to be really, really, really, nice all the time like an angel because the man needed us to be angels." The girl, Penny Hander giggled "stop staring at me" she said before she left.
Spencer Reid dozed lightly on their jet every time they encountered turbulence Reid would wake this time before he tried falling back into dreams He glanced over at his team; Morgan was seated in a window seat staring out at the pasting clouds and landscape, JJ was Talking on her cell with her loved ones, Rossi was playing chess on his iPad, Hotch was reading a book, and Garcia who had come with them was typing with the speed of a cheetah and a full focused look that would take no distractions, and Blake was off on a vacation with her husband.
Reid saw Morgan take secretive looks at the oblivious hacker as he did this Morgan had a look on his face it was an almost pained expression that disappeared as soon as he looked back out the window.
Yawning Reid wiggled a bit to get comfortable.
"Sing a song of sixpence a pocket full of rye…"
The song was so faint Reid almost thought he imagined it, the voice continued singing the old nursery rhyme.
"…Four and twenty blackbirds baked in a pie…"
He stood and started looking for the source. He followed the voice to the bathroom he opened the door, to see…
"…when the pie was ope-" the girl from the photos stopped mid-word "oh um…" she mumbled, shame of being caught plain on her face, she smiled hesitantly "hi mister"
Reid stood there shocked; the girl, Penny Hander had snuck on to their jet and was happily singing a nursery song as if she had not a care in the world.
"Hi mister" Penny repeated her bright smile straining as she realized he was not happy to see her.
Blinking away his shock Reid held out his hand waiting for Penny to take it, Penny just started at him confusion clear in her light brown eyes.
"What?" She asked still staring at his offered hand like it was an alien.
Holding back a laugh Reid retch for her hand and held it, gently he pulled Penny to her feet, once she was standing he lead her back to his team.
When Penny saw Garcia she smiled a big bright smile and said very loudly "HI MS. PENELOPE" Penny waved as all heads snapped up to look at her.
Silence followed; everyone to stunned to say anything.
Penny's smile turned to a frown "you were going to leave me alone I didn't want that so I follow" Penny smiled as if that explanation fixed everything.
They were more than half way to Illinois Reid knew they couldn't just turn around to drop Penny off.
Hotch was the first one to break the lengthening quiet "Garcia she's under your care" Hotch smiled the smallest of smiles as he turned back to his book.