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Dressed in his best gray suit, a man with balding hair wrung his hands as he walked. A small bag bounced against his thigh. He'd traveled a long way to Quantico to talk so someone important. "Agent Jareu?" His voice quaked as he peered in the blonde woman's office.

"It's open." JJ called out, eyes on her work. Most of her colleagues didn't even bother asking. She didn't expect to see a strange man, sweating his heart out, looking at her expectantly.

"Detective McGee, Kansas city P.D. I called last week. About some missing people in downtown Kansas City."

She nodded her head slowly, still wondering why he was here in front of her. She wracked her brain, trying to question him without coming off rude. After all, she was a very polite person. "Uh, right, right. Um, I'm sorry. Didn't I ask you to send me your files first?"

"Yeah… um, about that," he watched his feet. "I—I don't, uh, have any files. No—no one's actually reported missing yet. It's— it's more like theory." He blushed awkwardly.

"Theory…" JJ said slowly, not quite believing her ears.

"Yeah. I um… brought you the most relevant ones. I have, um, like 40 more of them. I catalogue everybody I come in contact with on the street—um, names, descriptions, uh, what they're wearing, identifying marks. Anyways, my department assigned me to keep an eye on downtown, uh, skid row, dopers, um, hooker stroll, whatnot. Typical stuff. And everything was going good until I started noticing there were less and less every week."

Trying not to lose him in his pointless ramblings, JJ asked, "Of…"

"Of—of them. Less vagrants, less—less prostitutes, less junkies strung out on the corners."

"Well, sounds to me like you're doing a good job." She complimented him, buttering him up for a polite dismissal. He was really wasting her time.

"Yeah, that's what my bosses think. I actually, uh got an award last week from the mayor's office." He pulled a paper that had been folded many times out of his pocket and handed it to her, his hands trembled slightly.

"So…" she was still trying to see the point of his stories.

"So I'm not doing it." He said with an intense passion. "Crime went down because the people committing the crimes have disappeared. And—and then, over the last several weeks, people seem to be disappearing at a couple a day."

"Isn't that the nature of these particular groups—their transient?" JJ stated, leaning back in her chair.

"No. No. N-not this many this fast. I-I'm tell you, I can—I can talk to somebody at lunch, and by dinnertime, they're wiped off the face of the earth."

"Ok. Um, how many is it?" Her interest peaked, she had to admit it.

"63."

JJ blanked. "63 people?" She whispered incredulously.

"At least 63." Her eyes widened. "People I used to see every day are just not there anymore. And then last week, I, um I got this in the mail at the stationhouse." He pulled yet another crumpled paper from his pocket, passing it to JJ, who sets down his award to grab the new piece of paper.

"There are two types of people in the world. Those who do the work and those who take the credit. You should be ashamed." JJ read quietly, starting to believe his story.

"Somebody else knows that I'm getting praised for something that I did not do." He insisted, waving his arms in an almost spasmodic way to emphasize his point.

"63 people… you're—you're sure about this?" She didn't want to accept a case that turned out to be a joke. But something about his captured her attention. 63 people…

McGee straightened, becoming completely still for the first time since he'd entered JJ's office. "Something's happening out there, agent Jareau. Something bad."

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