Investigative Findings

Elle climbed out of the ambulance and was led into the ER were a nurse sterilized the cut and stitched it up. The former FBI agent glared at her boyfriend as he waited patiently right outside the door.

"You're all set Ms. Greenaway," the nurse said, giving Elle a smile. Elle nodded and pushed the doors open.

"I can't believe I'm going back," she grumbled as Reid flagged a taxi.

"You won't be there long," Reid assured her.

"As long as I don't have to talk to Hotch," she muttered.

"I know you two left on a sour note but can you try and move past it?" Reid asked, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

"I'll try," she murmured, leaning over to kiss his cheek. He brushed a strand of hair from her forehead.

"We're here," he commented and they climbed out. Reid handed the driver a twenty, informing him to keep the change as they headed into the building.

In an interrogation room, Kelsey stared at the wall across from her. Morgan and Prentiss stood outside, peering at her through the one-way window.

"Let's go," Derek stated and motioned for the other agent to follow him in. Emily shut the door and Kelsey's gaze flitted to the agents and back to the wall quickly.

"We're going to ask you some questions," Emily began, sitting down across from the teen.

"I want Spencer," Kelsey ground out.

"Miss, you broke into his apartment and incapacitated a woman," Emily continued. Kelsey's lips were pursed tightly together and she said nothing.

"Look, kid you're going to talk. We can keep you here as long as we need to," Morgan threatened.

"I want to talk to Spencer," she repeated.

There was a tap on the window and the pair reluctantly left the room. They shut the door to face Hotch.

"I don't think threatening her is going to help any," Gideon commented.

"Well she's got to talk sometime," Emily reasoned.

"All she keeps saying is she wants to talk to Reid," Morgan muttered.

The elevator doors opened and Reid and Elle stepped out. Reid pointed for Elle to take a seat at his desk as he moved towards his colleagues. Hotch looked at the girl seated at the table and scowled.

"Any luck?" Reid asked.

"She won't talk to us. She wants you," Morgan informed the doctor.

"She does?" Reid repeated, sounding only half surprised.

"I'll see what I can do," he sighed and pushed the door open.

"I'll go talk to Elle," Morgan mumbled and headed for Reid's desk.

"How's your head?" he asked, pulling up a seat.

"Sore," she admitted.

"Clocked you pretty hard," he chuckled.

"Yeah…you wouldn't be laughing right now if she'd whacked you," Elle shot back.

"Sorry…so how've you been?" he asked, lowering his voice.

"Morgan, cut the crap. Just ask me what happened and get it over with," Elle spat. She didn't like being the victim. It was uncomfortable.

"Ok…what happened," he asked.

She closed her eyes. She had to be careful about this. She knew she couldn't lie entirely but she also figured that they would figure it out soon enough. She opened her eyes and looked at the handsome man before her.

"God this is going to sound so weird but I was in the kitchen and that girl…Kelsey knocked on the door. The next thing I know she just walks in and holds a gun to my head and forcing me to call Reid," she admitted.

"Mind if I ask what you were doing in his kitchen?" Derek pressed.

"We have breakfast occasionally," she muttered.

"Ok…so you called Reid…and then what happened?" he questioned, taking notes.

"I told him to come…and I mentioned he should bring back up and that must have been when she hit me. The next thing I remember is waking up and everyone was there," she concluded.

"Thanks, Elle. It's good to see you again," Morgan stated softly, laying a hand on her shoulder as he stood up.

In the interrogation room, Reid shut the door took a seat across from Kelsey. Kelsey looked up and a smile spread across her face.

"Can you take these off?" she queried, indicating the handcuffs.

"I'm afraid I can't…not right now," he said, sounding genuinely sorry for that fact.

"I don't like the other agents," she sighed, leaning back in the chair.

"Why's that?" Reid asked.

"They're mean. And they're not you," she answered with a shrug.

"Kelsey, can you tell me how you got here?" Reid asked, leaning towards her.

"I took a bus."

"Which bus company was it? Do you remember?" he pressed.

"Greyhound bus," she replied.

"Where are you staying?" he inquired, trying to figure out just who was and how she knew him.

"With you. She isn't going to be there right. I don't like her either," Kelsey commented.

"With me? I don't have an extra room, Kelsey," Reid said, laughing a little.

"What's he doing?" Hotch spat.

"Relax, Hotch. He's just trying to feel her out. See what she knows," Gideon tried to control his colleague.

"Seems like a stalker to me," Morgan interjected.

"I can sleep on the couch," Kelsey reasoned with a unconcerned shrug.

"Do you parents know you're here?" Reid probed.

"Of course not. They don't visit," Kelsey giggled.

"You're what…seventeen?" Reid posed and the girl nodded.

"Do you live on your own?"

"Can we go to the movies?" she blurted.

"Excuse me?" he said, looking thoroughly perplexed.

"The movies…I haven't been in forever. Can we go…please, Spence ' she begged, reaching a shackled hand out to touch his.

"Um…I'll be right back," he said and got up quickly. He pushed the door open and shut it.

"You alright?" Emily asked, giving him a worried look.

"Did you hear what she asked?" he asked the other profilers. He wanted to make sure he wasn't losing it.

"The movies? She must not get out much," Morgan muttered.

"She seems to have a mental condition," Emily proposed.

"She got here by bus. By the looks of her, she was on the bus for a few days," Reid began to pace.

"Emily, can you call the Greyhound depot and ask if anyone saw her?" Reid questioned, beginning to delegate tasks. Emily nodded and headed for her desk.

Hotch looked out over the desks, seeing Elle sitting in Reid's chair, staring at nothing. Her hand was tapping on the arm of the chair.

"You want me to try and talk to her?" Gideon offered.

"It's most likely she won't talk to you unless I'm present," Reid posited but showed for Gideon to join him back in the room.

"Kelsey, this is Jason Gideon. He's going to talk with us for a little while," Reid introduced.

"Did you find the key?" Kelsey asked, scratching at the cuffs.

"Here let me get those for you," Gideon offered and unlocked the metal restraints.

"So Kelsey, which bus did you take to get here?" Gideon asked casually.

"I don't know," she muttered, beginning to retract into herself.

"What state are you from, Kelsey?" Reid asked.

"California. You never visit you know. Why don't you visit?" Kelsey cried out, growing angry.

"Well you know I'm really busy with my job, here," Reid explained, getting the disconcerting sense of déjà vu.

"Kelsey, we're going to have one of our agents bring you to a room for the night," Gideon interrupted. She gave a protesting look to Reid but resigned herself to follow a uniformed officer.

"Something bothering you?" Gideon asked as he and Reid left the interrogation room.

"The comment about not visiting…it's something my mother tells me constantly," Reid answered. Emily hung up just as the two agents exited the room.

"The help desk remembered seeing her get off the bus from California. He gave her a telephone book," Emily informed them.

"Great. And you said her parents don't know she's missing?" Hotch addressed Reid.

"I don't think her parents would necessarily have any reason to believe she's gone. She indicated she didn't live with them," Reid answered.

"Where'd Elle go?" he asked suddenly.

"Bathroom," Garcia replied, walking towards them. Reid merely nodded and sat down at his desk, trying to think. There was something nagging at the back of his mind but he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was. He didn't notice the rest of the agents, with the exception of Morgan, walk away. They knew to leave him be when he was trying to think.

"So how often do you and Elle have breakfast?" Morgan asked.

"What?" Reid answered, being pulled from his thoughts.

"Elle said you two have breakfast occasionally," Morgan repeated.

"Oh…every now and then," Reid answered and looked up as Elle reappeared.

"Excuse me," Reid murmured and walked over to his girlfriend.

"You want me to take you home?" he asked in a low tone.

"Sure," she answered, sounding tired and looking a little pale.

"Hey, Derek. Can I borrow your keys?" Reid called and Morgan tossed the keys to the doctor.

He could tell something was going on but he figured it wasn't his business or else Reid would have said something. He did find it a little odd that Elle was in Reid's apartment without Reid being there. His dark gaze followed them out the door. Just as they got to the car, a light bulb went off behind Reid's eyes.

"What is it?" Elle asked, knowing that look. He didn't reply. Instead he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. He pressed a couple buttons.

"Morgan, there's something I need you to check out for me. There should be a number on my desk for a facility in California. Call that number and ask if any patients have gone missing," Reid ordered.

"Following a hunch?" Elle questioned with a smile.

"You could say that," Reid answered as they pulled out of the garage.

"Spencer," Elle began tentatively.

"Yeah?" he asked, pulling to a stop at a stop light.

"There's something I've been meaning to tell you," she continued.

"What is it?"

"I'm pregnant," she answered. The color drained from Reid's face.