Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds or NCIS, nor and I making any money from this. It's just for fun!

A/N: I'm back again! There will be more plot in this chapter, less fluff : ) Well, maybe not. Abby swears once in this chapter, but it's fairly mild. Just to warn you (the B word. Rhymes with 'ditch' )

Trapped – Chapter Four.

"McGee!" Gibbs called as he ran down the stairs from MTAC.

"Boss?" McGee asked, standing. Morgan remained perched on the edge of Tony's desk. "Why did you find out?"

"There is no leak." Gibbs said plainly.

"What?" Morgan and McGee asked in unison.

"Somebody's hacked in to trigger the alarm and we can't cancel it." Gibbs said, taking a sip of coffee that he'd bought back down the stairs.

Morgan wondered how he could be drinking coffee at a time like this. "What do you mean, 'hacked in'?" he asked the grey haired man.

"I mean, hacked in." Gibbs repeated bluntly. "McGee, I need you too..."

"On it, Boss." McGee answered before Gibbs even had a chance to ask. He sat back down and began typing at his computer.

"On what?" Morgan asked, still not sure what was happening.

"Counter-hack." McGee answered, not looking up. "If I can hack the hacker I can stop the alarm and set up a temporary block until we can get a new fire wall up."

"You found out anything?" Gibbs asked, looking at Morgan and taking a sip of coffee.

Morgan nodded. "Reid worked out that the UnSub most likely lives in Brookmont or Fairlawn."

Gibbs nodded. "The kid?" He asked. This time Morgan nodded but didn't speak. "How likely is it that he got it right?" Gibbs asked.

"Very." Morgan replied. "I've called Hotch..." After a split second he realised Gibbs wouldn't know who Hotch was. "I called my Unit Chief, Agent Hotchner." He said again. They have teams searching the area. We don't have much of a profile, but we know it has to be a strong individual. He subdued two Marines and a Cadet without attracting attention." He looked at McGee who was still typing away furiously. "And he has to know the area to know when he can dump a body without being caught."

Gibbs nodded and sipped his coffee again. He still didn't like the FBI being here, but he had to admit they'd managed to get further than they had and he was secretly grateful for the help. He placed his coffee on the corner of McGee's desk. "How's it going, McGee?" He asked. "We still seem to be locked in." He raised his eyebrow and Morgan was sure he was smiling, even if it barely registered on the older mans face.

"The whole systems shot. I can't get in." McGee said, sounding defeated. "If we had someone who could get in from outside NCIS then I could guide them through it, but..." He stopped typing and looked up, shrugging.

"I may know just the person." Morgan said, smiling a little. Gibbs looked up at him, half smiling. "Pass me the phone?" Morgan asked McGee.

McGee obliged, knocking the coffee off the desk in the process. "Boss..." He said, looking up at Gibbs. "I'm so sorry, I... it just... I mean..."

Gibbs shook his head, smiling. "Rule twenty-three will be the death of you, McGee." He said, walking to sit at his desk.

Morgan didn't even ask what they meant, he wasn't sure he wanted to know. He dialled Garcia's number and waited for her to answer.

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"You can't just tell me my Babies are trapped and then expect me not to worry!" Garcia practically shouted at Hotch.

"Garcia, calm down." Hotch said, attempting to calm the analyst. Before either of them could speak, the phone rang. Garcia answered it.

"Hey it's me." Morgan said to her.

Garcia let out a sigh of relief. "Chocolate God," she said. "Tell me you're alright? And that my Baby Boy is too?" She let out a small whimper. "And Emily?"

"We're all fine, Garcia." Morgan said. "I got you on speaker. You're with Agent Gibbs and Agent McGee."

McGee said hello, Gibbs nodded. After McGee pointed out that Garcia couldn't see him he also said hello.

Garcia couldn't help smile when she heard the one NCIS Agent point out to 'Boss' that the woman couldn't see him. "What can I do for you, My Lovely?" She asked.

"Turns out there is no leak." Morgan explained. "Someone's hacked into NCIS's database and Agent McGee can't work around it from in here, he's being blocked."

At this point, McGee began to explain exactly what was wrong to Garcia. Morgan listened, but didn't really understand any of it. He looked over to Gibbs who looked just as confused as Morgan felt. He looked up at the FBI Agent. "Mean anything to you?" He asked.

Morgan smiled and shook his head.

Gibbs shook his head also. "What ever happened to a filing cabinet, a panic button and a guy on the door with a gun?" He mussed to himself.

Morgan laughed slightly. Despite the older mans initial cold appearance, he was starting to warm to the NCIS Agent.

"Ok," He heard Garcia say. "I'm into the mainframe, but I'm not seeing..." She went quiet. "I found him, Timmy!"

Morgan couldn't recall McGee ever telling her his first name. He reasoned that it must have been during all the techno babble.

"Ok," McGee said. "You need to access the lab security, block him from in there first."

Morgan zoned out as more techno babble was exchanged. It suddenly occurred to him that Reid and Prentiss would have no idea what was happening. He pulled out his cell to call them.

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"Thanks, Morgan." Prentiss said, hanging up her phone.

"Thanks, Morgan?" Tony asked. "Thanks what?"

"There is no leak." Prentiss said, putting her phone back into her pocket.

"What?" Tony asked, a look of disbelief on his face. Even Ducky was looking confused.

"It seems somebody hacked into the NCIS mainframe and triggered the alarm. " Prentiss said. "They're trying to counter-hack him now but so far no joy."

"They?" Ducky asked. He assumed McGee would be one of them, but he could hardly see Gibbs helping, and surely the other FBI Agent, Morgan, wouldn't know the NCIS systems well enough.

"McGee and our Technical Analyst, Garcia." She answered.

"Well," Tony said, smiling. "At least we don't catch Anthrax." He said, grinning. "No Anthrax!" He half shouted, punching the air with one of his fists.

"Awesome." Prentiss said sarcastically. Tony didn't notice. He was still too busy celebrating the fact there was not Anthrax.

"You'll have to excuse him." Ducky said, smiling. "A while back, our Dear agent DiNozzo contracted a terrible case of Bubonic Plague." He shrugged. "Left him with a slight phobia of illnesses and the like."

Prentiss looked back at the NCIS Agent, smiling as he continued to celebrate.

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"You really do learn quickly." Abby said, surprised. They'd received a call from Morgan to tell them that the Lab Evac was a false alarm and the McGee and Garcia were trying to get the hacker out of the system.

Reid smiled back at her. She'd been teaching him sign language for over an hour. Ziva had turned up now and again, but after a few minuets of sitting still had grown bored and gone to try another way to escape the prison of the long corridor. Now she too knew it was a false alarm she was even more determined to find a way out. They continued signing until a bang on the door made them both jump. They turned to see Ziva.

"I officially give up." Ziva declared, sitting down, cross legged. "It's as useless as a carpet fitter's step."

Reid looked puzzled for a second. "Ladder." He corrected. "As useless as a carpet..." He stopped when he saw the glare Ziva gave him. "Never mind..."

"A carpet fitter would not need a step, either." She said, and then shook her head. "The point is there is no way out of here." She banged the glass of the door in frustration.

Abby looked at Reid then to Ziva. Before she could speak, the door opened. Abby grinned, stepping back. "They did it!" She squealed, grabbing Reid into another hug and pulling him back slightly.

Ziva stood and walked into the lab. "That was fun." She said dryly, looking at her watch. "Almost three hours..."

Before she could finish her sentence, the door behind her slammed shut. "No." She said, turning to look at it. She waved her hand in front of the sensor but nothing happened. She hit it, still nothing. "Crap."

Abby let go of Reid and looked like she was about to cry. Reid pulled his cell phone out of his pocket. He dialled Garcia's cell and waited for her to answer.

"Before you get mad at me, let me explain that this hacker is awesome and if I wasn't trying to beat him I'd be very impressed." She was quiet for a second, but Reid could hear a voice in the background. "No, not you, Timmy." She said.

"Timmy?" Reid asked. Abby and Ziva both looked at him at the mention of the name. "What's happening?" He asked.

"We managed to stop the Evac alarm but he re-hacked before we could get the wall up." She explained. But we're working on it." She assured him. "I'm sorry, sweet cheeks."

Although Reid couldn't see her, he could tell she was smiling in an apologetic way.

"Hey," Reid said, smiling. "At least there's no deadly disease for me to catch, right?"

Garcia chuckled. "I have work to do, Sweet Pea." She said. "I'll see you soon." With that she hung up.

Reid relayed what she had told him to the two dark haired women in front of him, and the three of them resigned themselves to the fact they were stuck there.

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DiNozzo was busy explaining the finer points of the movie 'Raging Bull' to Prentiss when Ducky stood up from where he was still sitting. "Tony." He said, gently. No Reply. "Anthony." He tried again.

"Doc?" Tony said, looking up at him from where he was sitting next to Prentiss on the morgue table.

Ducky pointed towards the door. Tony and Prentiss turned to look. "It's open." Prentiss said, standing. "They did it." She turned to Tony, then Ducky smiling.

Tony leaped off the table and stretched. "About time." He said, heading towards the door. Before he could get there though, the door slammed shut again. "What the hell." He said, pulling his cell out of his pocket. "McGee, there better be a damn good reason for this!" He walked to the other side of the morgue, leaving Prentiss and Ducky.

"I'll call Garcia." Prentiss said, pulling out her own cell.

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"Come on, Timmy." Garcia encouraged the NCIS Agent. She had already had to explain what was happening to Reid and Prentiss. Hotch was still stood over her shoulder, although he's remained silent throughout. "We can do this."

"I can't see him in the system anymore." McGee's voice came over the speaker.

"Don't give up so easily, Baby." She said, her fingers never missing a key. "He's in there somewhere."

"We can't just keep hacking away like this." McGee protested, although Garcia could still hear his fingers clattering away at the keyboard.

Before she could speak though, he screen went blank. "What the..." She pressed a few keys, nothing. "Timmy?" She asked.

"He's gone." McGee said. "He's blocked us." He sounded defeated. "We won't be able to find him until he slips up."

Garcia swore, much to Hotch's surprise. He didn't recall ever hearing her swear before. "You call me back, Timmy." She said. "Morgan?"

"Yea." Morgan said after a few seconds. He'd not really been listening as it took him a while to realise she'd said her name.

"You take care of my Junior G-Man, ok?" She half asked, half demanded.

"Always, Baby-Girl." He replied.

She chuckled a little. "PG out." She said before the line when dead.

"G-Man?" Gibbs asked.

Morgan nodded. "Reid." He explained. "It's what she liked to call him."

"She seems a little worried about him." Gibbs said casually, taking a sip of coffee which he'd fetched during the long hacking period. He'd bought Morgan one and he'd gratefully accepted.

Morgan nodded. "Reid..." He sighed. "He's had a lot of stuff happen to him." He explained simply.

Gibbs nodded, not wanting to push the subject. He looked at McGee who was looking at him confused. He wasn't sure why his boss, the man who was forever slating the FBI and practically refused to work cases with them had suddenly seemed to U-turn. He'd even bought him a coffee!

Gibbs smiled at McGee, seeming to know what he was thinking. "Fifteen, McGee." He said. "Fifteen."

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"...and that is how you would kill a man with a credit card." Ziva finished. The three were now sat on the floor of Abby's lab. Reid and Ziva both crossed legged, Abby with her legs stretched out, leaning back slightly on her hands.

Reid nodded. Although he liked Ziva he was a little wary of her. Wary in the sense that if he upset her, he was pretty sure she'd kill him. And it was now apparent that she would be able to do that with any number of objects in the room. "You know, to start with credit cards were just charge accounts you could only use at one store. The Diner's Club offered the first modern day credit card in 1950, but even then you could only use it at twenty seven restaurants in New York City and only two hundred people qualified for one."

Abby smiled. "You sound like Ducky." She said. "I mean a much younger Ducky, but still..."

Ziva smiled at him. "How do you know that?"

Reid looked embarrassed for a moment. "I remember things." He said, trying to shrug off the attention.

"So," Ziva said, leaning forward a little, resting her elbows on her knees. "You're thirty, you have six degrees in total and you've also been an FBI Agent for nine years?" She asked, sounding impressed. Reid just nodded.

"Wait," Abby said, looking from Reid to Ziva, back to Reid. "How is that even possible?" She asked. "I mean, it just doesn't work." She quickly did the math. "You'd have to be, like, thirteen when you graduated high school."

Reid sighed. Just once, he wished people wouldn't do the math and work out that his age and credits didn't add up. "I was twelve." He said, quietly.

Ziva and Abby just stared at him. Reid continued, knowing the questions they would ask anyway. They were the same as everyone else asked. "I went to college when I was thirteen. Graduated with the PhD's and two BA's when I was twenty-one, joined the Bureau the same year. Then I did another BA a few years ago in my spare time."

"Spare time?" Ziva asked. She didn't think it was possible for a Federal Agent to have 'spare time', but then again, she didn't think it possible for a man yet to reach thirty to posses so many qualifications and have such a high standing in the FBI.

"Bet High School was a bitch." Abby said, breaking Ziva's train of thought. Reid smiled, nodding. "Wouldn't you love to go back?" she asked. "Now you're in the FBI. You could like, arrest them and make them pay for being mean!"

He would indeed love to see what his tormentors were up to nowadays, and to see if they were shocked that he'd grown up to become an FBI agent. "Yea..." He said, but stopped, thinking. The victims, shot in the back of the head. It was almost like a revenge killing. Bullies? Could it be? He pulled out his phone and stood, walking to the other side of the lab.

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Abby watched confused as Reid's face changed. His brow furrowed and his eyes shot to the floor. He seemed to be talking to himself but no words came out of his mouth. He pulled his phone from his pocket and dialled as he stood, walking away. She turned to look at Ziva, seeing a look on her face she'd not seen often. "Oh my God, you like Reid!" She whispered.

Ziva looked shocked and shook her head. "What? No... I... He..." She stumbled over her words.

"You like him!" Abby teased.

"I do not like him, Abby." Ziva said sternly. "But you have to admit," She smiled. "He is very intelligent and rather easy on the sight."

"Eye," Abby corrected. "Easy on the eye."

"Whatever." Ziva said, moving to sit back like Abby was. "But I do not like him in that way, so that is an end to the subject."

Abby didn't say anything, just smiled.

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"Hey Garcia," Reid said when she answered.

"I'm trying!" Garcia exclaimed. "Really, I am, but..."

"It's not that." Reid interrupted. "I need you to check something for me."

"Shoot." Garcia said, poising her fingers above her keyboard.

"Can you check the school records of the three victims?" He asked.

"Ok." She drew the word out to make it much longer than it needed to be. He could hear her finger clattering on the keys. "Kettering and Glennister went to different schools, but both got suspended for one week for bullying a pupil." She typed some more. "They were suspended six months apart from each other. Doherty came up clean."

"Does it say who they were bullying?" Reid asked.

He heard her type some more. She made a clicking noise with her tongue as she searched. "Kettering was suspended for beating up a pupil called Lee Phillips." She typed some more. "Glennister for... oh."

"Oh what?" Reid asked. "Garcia?"

"Glennister for locking a pupil in a football locker. Lee Phillips."

"So two of our victims had a connection to Phillips." Reid stated. "Where's Phillips now?" He asked.

More typing. "Ahh..." She said, but continued before Reid could ask what she'd found. "Phillips enlisted in the Marines, but hung himself twelve weeks into boot camp."

"He's dead?" Reid asked. Garcia made a noise to confirm it. "Was he at boot camp the same time as Doherty?" He asked, remembering that the man had dropped out twelve weeks into boot camp.

"Yes." Garcia asked, sounding shocked. "They were in the same camp, same Drill Sergeant."

"Does he have any family?" Reid asked. He heard her typing again.

"His Father. Reggie Phillips." She went quiet for a while. An unusual amount of time for Garcia to be quiet. Reid was about to ask if she was ok. "Reid," She said before he could. "He's a former Marine. He still works for the Navy but in the Analyst department." She swallowed so loudly that Reid could hear it on the other end of the line. "That's him, isn't it?"

"I think so." He said. Garcia informed him that she was on her way up to tell Hotch and then hung up. He turned to see Ziva and Abby staring at him.

"What was that about?" Abby said, looking up at him.

"I think we just found the UnSub."

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Two Chapters! I do spoil you lol! I know it's a bit random that Reid would connect what Abby said about bullies to the killer but hey, it's Reid. He works out silly stuff : ) Just to reminds you, this isn't going to be a romance fic, just friendship. Oh, and if you don't know, NCIS Gibbs Rule 23 – Never mess with a Marine's Coffee. Rule Number 15 – Always work as a team.

More soon, hopefully!