AN: Not much to say. Thanks to those who have read, particularly those who have taken the time to review! Think everyone knows where the disclaimers are. Anyway, Garcia is always quite a challenge/adventure, so this chapter could be interesting or it could be terrible. Wish me luck!
"Well hello my delicious hot fudge sundae," Garcia answered on the second ring, "Is this that personal call that I've been dreaming about? Because last time I checked, I already put my super sleuth skills into action, meaning that you should be in a little jet flying home now."
Morgan sighed. This wasn't going to be easy. "I'm sorry, baby girl. I need you to do some more digging."
"What's wrong? Did we get the wrong guy?"
"No, we got the right guy... This is kind of hard to explain."
"Just spit it out! Well, unless someone died... Oh my..."
Sometimes trying to stop Garcia was like standing in front of a train. Good thing that Morgan was her Superman. "No, no one died. It isn't that serious... JJ ran."
A long pause. He wondered if he had accidentally hung up.
"What," she finally asked, sounding awfully confused.
"She took off. We don't know where to. We think it has to do with Scott Barringer."
"What would Jayje have to do with a serial killer?"
"We don't have all the details yet. I need you to look through some records."
"Ok. Whatever I can do to help."
"That's my girl. I need you to go through all of JJ's rec—"
"No. I've already had to do that with you. There's no way I'm doing that with my best friend."
"Penelope, how did you handle looking through my files?"
"Jay told me that we were helping you."
"Exactly. Same thing here. We're helping her."
She released a deep sigh. "Ok, I'm on board."
"Good. So I need you to look through her records thoroughly. As far back as they go."
"Is that it?"
"No. I also need you to look up a girl named Shelby Merrick."
"Is she a victim?"
"No. We think she is linked to both Scott and JJ. We want as much information on her as you can get, and if there are any links at all between her and JJ, then we need to know."
"Ok, I'll call you back when I have something."
"Thanks baby girl," he said, "And about that personal call..."
"After all of this, Derek! We don't have time for such things right now."
"Yup. Good luck!"
"Thanks! Good bye, my hunky dreamboat!"
"Later Garci!"
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"Shelby Merrick," Rossi said while sliding into one of the metal chairs opposite of Scott Barringer.
"Are you going to let me speak with her," Scott said with a raised brow.
"Perhaps," Prentiss said, leaning against the table.
"But we'll need some information first," Rossi finished.
"She ran, didn't she?"
"Shit," Hotch grumbled in the observation room. He fumbled for his cell.
Prentiss opened her mouth, about to speak, when Rossi's phone rang.
"Hello? Yes. Bye."
"We'll be back," Rossi said, "Give you a little time to loosen those lips."
Scott rolled his eyes as the two agents left the room.
"Do you people think that I'm an idiot," he yelled to the mirror.
Outside, Hotch walked up to the pair.
"We let him know that JJ ran and he'll have complete control of the interrogation."
"I understand that, Aaron, but what other choice do we have?"
"I don't know. Let's let him sweat it out for a while."
"You don't really think that's going to make him talk, do you," Prentiss asked.
"No, but it buys us time to think about how we want to approach him. And maybe we'll get the information we need from Garcia."
"So we can't do anything else for her tonight. I suggest having everyone get some rest."
Hotch tensed, but he knew that Rossi was right. He nodded.
"Go ahead and finish up in there," he said, pointing toward the interrogation room door.
"Change of plans," Rossi spat upon re-entering the room, "You're spending the night in a nice, cozy cell."
"Woo-hoo," Scott mocked as he was led out.
AN: Bleh! Not happy with this chapter. *shrug*