Family Fortunes

Disclaimer – I own nothing but the ideas

This is written for the OC challenge on CCOAC. I selected Garcia as my character and was assigned Carlos Garcia, her step brother. Techinically the second chapter of this week but chapter 5 won't be up before next weekend - awaiting chapters from my beta before I can post again. Good news I have completed 12 chapters so far and think I have a few more to fit in before the end!

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Each member of the team had their preferred beverage in hand and there was a pile of pastries in the middle to pass over the inconvenience of not stopping to consume breakfast.

The open laptop screen was filled with a chirpy looking Garcia. She had been up as late as them the night before – which translated to five hours ahead of them. She must have been lucky to get to bed before it was time to get up again. Morgan glanced past the violet hued image of Penelope Garcia and spotted the pile of blankets and a pillow on the couch behind her.

"Comfy night, Sweetheart?" he commented, making it clear he was aware she had stayed the night in her office.

Pen winked. "Not as comfy as it would have been with you here, Angel Fish?"

Morgan smiled, ever grateful for her cheery disposition.

Hotch coughed, getting everyone's attention.

"We will spend the next couple of hours formulating the profile, and then I have arranged with Agent Donoghue to deliver the profile at the 9am briefing." He paused to check everyone's agreement. "Garcia, I need you to work on getting additional video footage from outside the clubs. You have our preliminary profile so you have an idea of who we are looking for. If we are really lucky, we will have the same face turn up at each club."

"Don't worry Sir, whoever I spot, I will do my best to find identification for you. You know I have the wizardry," she smiled widely before slurping on one of the two mugs of coffee in front of her. "Over and out."

The screen went blank as the table erupted into a mass of files and photos.

. . .

Pen took off her bright framed glasses and rubbed at her sore eyes. She had only been at it for just over an hour but already she was feeling the strain. She knew right now the team would be delivering a profile and then they would split up to carry on their search for more information.

Pen had already forwarded all the video footage she had received - which varied greatly from club to club. Slipping her glasses back on, she peered at the split screen that showed four views from outside the first club. The grainy black and white images left a lot to be desired - and was the reason Pen could feel the dull throbbing of an oncoming headache.

As she considered taking a break, her finger hit pause. Peering in closer to the screen she enlarged the image that had caught her eye.

"Hel . . . lo, and more to the point does your Mommy know you were out that late?" she chirped at the unidentified youth on the screen.

Her finger flitted across the screen, zooming in on the image of the young dark haired male. She had seen someone moments earlier wandering past the entrance, hood up and apparently minding his own business. Easily dismissed – but now he was making an appearance on the camera overlooking the rear of the building. His hood was down and he appeared to be attempting to look into the windows.

"Come on Honey, look at the camera for me, please," Pen begged, dragging out the last word.

The door of the building opened and Pen's dreams were answered. The youth's attention was held by the large, suit clad man exiting the building. Pen winced. She didn't need sound to know the exchange was not pleasant.

Gaining her focus, Penelope started to crop what she needed and begun using the photo to find an identity and search the other footage to see if there was a match at the other clubs too.

. . .

"Our UnSub is driven by a set of very specific needs; his victims have to fit a very clear set of criteria. Anyone that doesn't conform can assume they are safe. However, anyone that does fit, is to be considered at risk. He may be suffering some form of breakdown - this may have left him in a delusional state," Hotch had started the briefing in the room full of keen looking agents.

"The breakdown will be linked to a serious event in his life – lose of someone close or dominating in his life being the most likely," Emily took over. "It is possible that the victims are a substitute for that same person – now they are gone, he can do to them what he wanted to do to them when they were alive, or it could be a person they hold responsible for the cause of his distress. Either way our victims' description matches someone prominent in our UnSub's life.

"Our UnSub is exerting an extreme level of over kill on the victims" Reid stepped in next. "All of the women are alive when raped, however they are then strangled. Once they are dead they are stabbed repeatedly. The act of stabbing shadows the penetrative act of rape rather than the murder method. Over kill in such a manner is openly demonstrating the UnSub's anger towards the unconscious victim."

Morgan stepped up next to the younger man. "There are several confusing and contradictory elements to the murders, which lead us to believe that our UnSub is either physically or mentally immature - placing him approximately in the 18 to 25 year age range." As he was speaking he noticed Hotch disappear out of the corner of his eye, leaving the room with his phone to his ear.

Stepping out in the corridor Hotch spoke more clearly, "What have you got, Garcia?"

"I have a name for you," she replied.

"Good. We have just about finished delivering the profile. Send anything you have and I will gather the team."

. . .

Gathered once more around the screen, the team listened to Garcia's chirpy tone as she explained the blown up images they had of the same person at each of the venues.

"I have run the image through the system, and please let me introduce Carlos Garcia, no not related - as far as I know," she joked dryly.

"Get me all you can, Baby Girl, so I can finish the son of a bitch," Morgan growled. "The guy doesn't deserve to share the same name as someone as beautiful as you."

Garcia blushed. "Already working on it, Hot Stuff."