Four
"Will you please just shut up and relax, Harold?" said Richard, "We have a huge empty area beneath us where Fay will remain and this area locked off so we won't be overheard." They were sitting in a dimly lit room of what used to be an office on the shore of the Virginia coastline. The entire room covered in wooden paneling and the two of them seated at an old dock man's desk.
"I know Richard," Harold stated, "But I still feel like someone is listening."
"Harold, do I need to go through the whole place just to show you that there is NO one here?" Richard stood up, stepped away and with his arms out wide, and turned around on the creaky wooden floor of the dock house. He could hear the wave's crash against the wooden boards below and the faint sound of a bell rang in the distance.
"No, even though it would make me feel better." Harold whimpered.
"Well, we don't have much time so we can't waste it trying to make you feel better." Richard said with anger in his tone.
Harold looked at the flame of a lantern burning in the corner of the dock house as Richard rambled on about the 'current situation' of things. He wondered how he got so wrapped up in this anyway. Fay was just a sweet woman who took care of him when he was sick, like a wife. That was all he wanted. A wife and he knew he could not get her without Richard's help, for that he was grateful to his brother.
"…not to mention the fact that unless you want to get caught you're going to have to lay low for a while. You did kill Dorothy and the police will probably come after us."
"Richard, I was the one that did it, they have no reason to come after you. I know I made you do this." Harold said apologetically.
"You're my brother Harold, and you're special. You wanted Fay and I wanted to help you get her."
"Do you think she can escape down there, Richard?" Harold asked nervously glancing out the windows when he heard the sound of a docking horn.
"Naaa, we tied her up real good. In about an hour or so when the sedation wears off you can go visit her."
Harold smiled an excited grin and he felt warm inside. "I can, Richard? You'd let me go and be naked next to her?"
"Of course, that's what you want isn't it? You can have her any way you want, Harold. She's gonna be your wife."
Harold rose out of the chair excitedly, walking over to the window and stared out at the moon glistening on the ocean. A gentle breeze rose and blew through his hair. He thought about Fay downstairs and anticipated the hour when Richard would say it was ok to visit her.
It was a bright and sunny day when the team arrived at Fay's house in New Jersey. It was off a main street in a very clean and well-kept neighborhood with similar styled homes in a row. Three FBI SUV's parked along the sidewalk in front and the team quickly hurried out, making their way across the emerald green lawn. They could see the yellow police caution tape wrapped around the front doorway and two local police department vehicles parked in the driveway. A gray haired uniformed officer saw the team approach and stepped to greet them.
"What can I do for you folks?" he asked rather politely.
"We are with the FBI BAU unit. My name is Agent Aaron Hotchner. This is Agent Morgan, Agent Jarreau, Agent Prentiss and Agent Rossi. We have been notified of Mrs. Ceyhan's disappearance and her sister's murder. We are here to help. What do you have?" Hotchner asked sternly, he was never one for small chitchat.
"I'm Darryl McKinnon, thank you folks for coming. We just got here ourselves." The officer turned and started making his way back to the front door of the house with the team. "We are a small community but everyone knew these people. Dorothy was a top realtor in the area and no one had a bad word to say about the Ceyhan's. They were good people. Joe was a good guy, a truck driver for the local lumber company. The two of them also ran the food bank and Fay was a nurse who used to go in the bad areas of town and give free medical attention. She also took the stray cats in the neighborhood to the vet and had them medically treated and spayed and neutered."
"They didn't have any enemies of any kind? No one you could pinpoint who would hate them so much they would kill Dorothy and kidnap Fay?" Rossi asked. He glanced over at a rather quiet Morgan who was clutching his cell phone much tighter than usual.
"There's no one that we know of, sir." McKinnon answered. "Like I said the Ceyhan's were well liked and Dorothy was a gem."
"Have you contacted Dorothy's partner?" Jarreau asked concerned as she took a quick glance inside the doorway of the house and saw the blood stained floor of the foyer.
"Yeah we did that, poor Marcie ain't doin so well. She was on a bible group trip with the kids and had to return to this. We haven't spoken to her yet, kinda wanna give her a little time out of respect." McKinnon said, wiping his forehead with the back of his sleeve. "I wanna know what you folks need from me. I heard from my captain you guys got a call from Fay?"
"Yes we did but unfortunately the call can't be traced so we have to act as quickly as possible in order to keep Fay alive." Hotchner answered, glancing at Morgan.
"Well, we're going to need some lists of people who the Ceyhan's saw regularly. If you have things set up we have a computer expert who can help us along as well. We need all the people who work and visit the food bank and we also could use houses that Dorothy sold or listed in the past few months." Agent Prentiss asked, stepping aside to take McKinnon by the arm and into the house.
Hotchner turned to face the rest of the team. "I think this will be our headquarters right now. I'm going to go and see what I can find out from what McKinnon has so far. J.J. I would like you to go and see if you can talk to Marcie and see if there's a lead. Rossi I could ask you to go and find out everything on Joe Ceyhan's death and his job." Rossi and Jarreau nodded in unison and headed back out towards the suv's. Hotchner turned to Derek, not knowing what to say for moment but he took a deep breath and regained his composure,
"Derek maybe take a look around and ask a few of the neighbors if they'd seen anyone hanging around here in the past few days or so."
"I wish she'd call. I can't stand this, Hotch. You don't know how bad I wanna call her right now and tell her that everything's gonna be ok." Derek looked at his phone and held it so tight the color on his knuckles faded.
"I do know Derek but we've got to hold off in order to save her. We've really got nothing right now to go on and…" As Hotchner talked he could see a small older woman approach the Suv's and walk back up the driveway with Rossi.
"This is Mrs. Annette Collier. She just informed me she saw Fay get grabbed in her backyard."