-Chapter Two-

As the BAU owned jet took off on its journey to Washington D.C the entire BAU team sat in their respective seats, silent for a moment as they all waited for the turbulence they were being subjected to stopped and the jet began its steady ascent up above the clouds. After several minutes where one or two members of the team sat stiffly, gripping the arm-rests tightly in fear the plane was high enough up in the sky for the turbulence to cease and for movement within the jet to be allowed. The first to move were the character Hotch and Rossi – or SSA Aaron Hotchner and SSA David Rossi – the others soon began to move about also. JJ – also known professionally as SSA Jennifer Jareau – pulled out several copies of a single file that had been compiled before they had left HQ and passed them around, each of the team taking one for themselves to read through. She began to speak flipping through the pages until she came to a stop on a copy of the letter sent to them – along with a decoded-version of the same letter.

"The Police there have agreed to allow us to lead the investigation and to give us all of the assistance they can offer us on this. If what it says in this letter is true then we have less than 44 hours to find this bomb, defuse it and catch this guy-"

"Actually. I think we have 44 hours to find all the bombs he's placed as well as defuse them" Reid said, looking up from the file he'd just read through with a rather worried look on his face, "in his letter he said that he placed several bombs around D.C and we have 48 hours until he sends a letter saying that we've failed. If you consider that then he's basically saying we have to find all of these bombs before the time's up!"

"But, how do we find all of them?" Rossi said looking at the decoded-version of the letter a little confused about its contents.

"By following the clues he's given us." Hotch said looking more solemn than usual for the experienced FBI special agent.

"We've only got one clue though Hotch" Morgan pointed out staring him with an annoyed look on his face, "How are we meant to find these bombs if we don't have anything to go on?"

"We've got to assume that's left a clue at the site of this first bomb that'll lead us to the next one Morgan." Hotch declared, giving him a look that clearly said 'it's all we've got, I know it's not a lot, but it's the best we have' before turning to Reid and saying, "Reid. Have you figured out what his clue means yet?"

Reid looked at Hotch for a moment before looking hastily down at the paper in front of him. He stared at it for a moment before saying, his voice construing his annoyance and confusion, "I haven't Hotch. I don't know... I'll keep working on it though." Then, almost as if there was no-one around him, Reid went into his own little world filled with facts and figures, logic and science trying desperately to uncover the meaning in the clue they'd been given.

The jet continued on its journey through the stratosphere and no-one would ever have guessed that someone was tracking it with a stolen government-issue piece of equipment used in tracking enemy planes and missiles.