The next morning the snow had stopped, although the clouds still glowered ominously low in the sky. Over an early breakfast eaten once again at the Silver Steel Diner, the only restaurant open in Lake Lure besides McDonalds, Hotch had determined that, in order to interview as many witnesses as quickly as possible, it made sense for the team to split up. The original plan was for him and Rossi to head toward one end of the Unsub's abduction zone while JJ and Morgan headed toward the other, leaving Reid and Kate to set up in the Lake Lure PD and interview nearby witnesses while simultaneously continuing to work on the geographic profile and compile any new data as it came in. However, when JJ made her second trip to the restroom during the meal, Kate volunteered to ride out with Morgan. "My morning sickness is pretty much done with," she commented, "but poor JJ still doesn't seem to be feeling her best." Had they not been intent on a case, the group of profilers probably would have clued in right then. Instead, they simply went their separate ways, leaving Reid to wait for JJ and walk with her the block and a half to the police station.

Upon their arrival, JJ made one more dash to the women's bathroom, while Reid went on into the conference room alone. He was surprised to find that the room was not empty, as he had expected. Instead, there was an older man sitting at the conference table. More surprising, and upsetting, was the fact that the man had taken the pictures and identifying information off of the board and was sorting it out on the table in front of him.

"What are you doing?" Reid exclaimed, leaping forward and starting to scoop the pictures and papers into a pile. "Those are official police business. You can't be in here."

The man stood up abruptly, shoving his chair back so hard it left a dent in the plaster wall behind him. He was slightly shorter than Reid, but outweighed him by a good deal. Glowering at the young agent, the man grabbed at the paperwork still on the table without taking his eyes off of Reid. "I don't know who you are or what you think you're doing here," he growled, "but this is my department, and I decide what goes up on our walls."

"Your department?" Reid asked, nonplussed. He put the papers he'd gathered back on the table, but kept a cautious hand on them. The first rule of being an FBI profiler was that they did not go where they weren't wanted. But the Chief of Police had invited them in. If this man was part of the department, why didn't he know that? "Look, I don't want to cause any trouble. Chief Lahr asked us to be here. I'm with the BAU." When the man tensed even further, Reid tried again. "The FBI? We're consulting on a case."

For a second Reid thought the older man might throw a punch at him. "Who the hell is Chief Lahr? I'm the chief here!" he proclaimed.

Suddenly Reid understood. This must be Chief Moss, the former police chief. His Alzheimer's must have caused him to forget that he was no longer in charge of the Lake Lure police station. As far as he was concerned, Reid and the BAU were interlopers, arriving unexpectedly and uninvited and setting up shop in his conference room.

Of all the members of the BAU, Reid had the most experience dealing with individuals who had a tenuous hold on reality. Many times he had talked his schizophrenic mother down from a crisis invented in her own mind. Automatically he slumped a little and drew his shoulders in, making himself appear smaller and less threatening. His voice lowered in both intensity and volume, and he put an encouraging smile on his face. "Chief Moss," he said, "I am so sorry. I didn't realize who you were at first. My name is Spencer Reid." He left off the "doctor," know that the title could be intimidating to some people. "I'm with the FBI, and we've come here to help out with some cases. Your officers probably forgot to tell you. David Cherry and Shawnda Nugent know we're here. If you'd like, I can see if one of them is in the office yet, and then they can tell you all about it." Reid knew that invoking the name of Sam Lahr would do no good, since he had been hired when Chief Moss was forced out. If Moss remembered the name at all, it would not have pleasant connotations for him. His two second-in-commands were safer names to reference.

To his relief, Chief Moss relaxed his grip on the papers and let out a low laugh. "Dave and Shawnda, eh? They asked you here? Those two idiots are constantly doing things and forgetting to tell me about it." He dropped the papers back on the table and stuck out a meaty hand. "Geoff Moss, Chief of Police."

Reid overcame his usual reluctance to shake hands in order to keep the positive vibes going. "Dr. Spencer Reid," he repeated, this time including his title to give more credence to his claims. "And this," he had noticed JJ stopping in the doorway inquiringly, "is Supervisory Special Agent Jennifer Jareau. JJ, this is Police Chief Moss."

JJ caught on immediately and put out her hand to shake the chief's. "Pleased to meet you, sir. May I ask why you took down all our pictures from the board?"

Chief Moss looked down at the papers in his hands as if noticing them for the first time. "Oh. Sorry about that. But you had them up there in the wrong places."

JJ's smile was warm, but Reid could decipher the puzzlement beneath it. "Really? Could you show us how they're supposed to be? Maybe put them in order on the table while I consult with Dr. Reid outside?" she asked. She half-shrugged her shoulders toward Reid. Obviously she was torn between wanting to placate the man and wanting to get their information re-organized so they could get to work.

"Sorry, JJ, he was already here when I came in," Reid explained once they were out in the hallway.

"Oh, no, Spence, I totally understand. The question is, what are we going to do now? I haven't seen anyone else here except the one officer at the front desk, and he looks like he's about twelve years old. I seriously doubt he'll be able to placate Chief Moss, and we have witnesses scheduled to show up here in about ten minutes."

Reid glanced at his watch, confirming JJ's timing. "Ok. Is there somewhere else we can send the witnesses when they arrive?"

"I guess we can use Chief Lahr's office until he gets here."

"Then I'll handle Chief Moss. Hopefully he'll let me put the board back together if I let him help me, and maybe by then one of the detectives will have come in."

JJ went to tell the officer at reception where to send the witnesses when they arrived while Reid re-entered the conference room. Chief Moss had all the pictures spread out in front of him, but he was still shuffling them around. Obviously he had some pattern in mind, but Reid was at a loss as to what it might be.

"Can you explain your thinking to me?" he asked as he sat down beside the former chief.

"It all depends on the timing," Moss replied. "If it's at the beginning, then it should look like this." He arranged the pictures, grouping them in a way that made sense only to him. "But if it's in the middle, then this one goes up here." He picked up the picture of Beth Carregan and moved it to the top of the table. "And then, of course, at the end she's right in the middle." He moved the picture once again.

By this time JJ had come back into the room. She examined the photographs, but the placement made no sense to her. "Why should she be in the middle, Chief?" she asked.

"Because that's where she ends up, after the dance. For the lift, you know. That's the most important part."

Reid picked up Beth's picture, thinking he might be able to figure out Moss's pattern if he had some more data. "What if we put it here?" he inquired, placing the picture at the top left of the table.

"Oh, no! No, no, no! That's totally wrong!" the chief shouted, grabbing the picture back up again. "Nobody puts Baby in a corner. Everybody knows that."

Suddenly, JJ got it. She flashed back to her teenage years, to a date night with her high school sweetheart at a movie house that showed classic films. "Oh my, God, Spence. That's it. It's Dirty Dancing. They're all the characters. Beth is Baby. That's her father, and her mother, and her sister." She pointed at three more of the pictures.

Reid had no idea whatsoever what JJ and Chief Moss were saying. "No, that's Matthew Aberdeen, Isabell Rodgers and Elizabeth Ziq."

"No, Reid, don't you see? It's the movie Dirty Dancing. My God, he's even taken the minor characters. What is he doing?"

Chief Moss was still examining the pictures intently, moving some of them minutely into place. "It was the movie that made Lake Lure famous," he informed them. "They filmed it here in 1987. Brought a ton of money and tourists to the place." When he was talking about something from the past, something he knew well, he sounded completely normal. "During the summer you can eat in the dining room at the Lake Lure Inn where they filmed the last scene, and tour the old boy scout camp that stood in for the dancers' housing. You know, the long stairway up, and then the cabins themselves."

Reid was no less lost than he had been previously. "I take it you're talking about some popular movie. But if it was filmed in 1987, how can these people be the actors from the filming?"

"No, they're not the actual actors," JJ explained. "That was Jennifer Grey and Patrick Swayze. But Beth does bear an uncanny resemblance. And the father was Jerry Orbach, and that guy Matthew looks an awful lot like him."

"But you're missing Johnny," Chief Moss interrupted. He looked over all the photographs again. "No, there's definitely not a Johnny picture here."

"So that must mean we still haven't discovered one abductee," concluded JJ. "I'll call Garcia and see if she can find a Patrick Swayze lookalike who's missing."

"No, I don't think so," Reid stopped her. "Call back the rest of the team. We're ready to give the profile."

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AN: So, there's the big reveal. As is often the case, I knew how the scene should go in my head, but what came out on the paper was totally different. I hope it didn't seem too forced. Now that it's out there, and if you care about such things, all the titles of the chapters are quotes from the movie, or as close as I could get them within the confines of the FF rules – chapter titles can only be so many characters long.