Kevin stares at the screen. He shakes his head. "It can't be. There's no way…" He hits several more keys, checks several more lines of information. He sighs. "It is. It's our fucking computer."

With a heavy heart, he heads to the conference room, arriving just as Hotch and JJ do.

"Kevin, do you have anything?" Hotch asks.

"Yes, sir. But you're not going to like it."

Hotch can see the pain in Kevin's eyes. He nods and gestures towards the room where Rossi and Reid have started a timeline of Garcia's life.

"Kevin, what did you find?"

"Do you remember a few years ago when an audit found a bunch of laptops missing?" Hotch nods. "One of the missing laptops was used to send the email."

"Shit," Rossi mutters. "So whoever had that laptop had a direct link to anyone's email."

"Could they have been tracking Garcia's activity for a while then?" Reid asks.

Kevin nods. "Unfortunately because of me…yes."

"Because of you? What the hell does that mean?" JJ asks.

Kevin is clearly uncomfortable. He begins to pace. "When Penelope was being investigated I had to turn off a bunch of the extra fail-safe's she had installed on her computer. Walls, back alleys, rerouters, things she had created to keep your information safe after what happened to Elle Greenaway. I was ordered to wipe those out and she was ordered to never put them back on," he drops into a chair. "You all meant so much to her she put her job on the line to protect you. She then knew with those protections gone she would be better able to keep you safe from inside the FBI than by losing her job. So, she followed the orders. Your unsub was able to access her computer thanks to the software on the missing laptop."

"Are you telling me we still have the same security protocols and programs on our computers now as on the ones that are missing?" Hotch demands furiously.

"Yes. Granted some programs have been upgraded but a basic hacker could make the necessary changes to the laptop to allow them to interface," he explains.

"Would they have needed Garcia to patch into all our systems?"

Kevin shrugs. "She could do that easily. Again, any hacker with that laptop would have a field day with our systems. If they wanted Penelope I'd have to believe it would be for something more than this."

"Have you notified your boss of the breach?" Hotch asks.

Kevin nods. "Yes, sir. As soon as I saw what I was dealing with and before the final confirmation came across. He's ordering in 2 more techs to specifically monitor any incoming transmissions. A tracer will bounce off each email to check it's origin against the list of missing computer IP numbers."

Hotch nods. "Good."

"Hotch, something has been bugging me about Garcia's email," Reid states.

"What?"

"It said that everything would be explained on Monday. I think it's safe to assume that the clock is ticking on whatever their plans are," Reid points out.

The agents in the room exchange a look. Reid was probably right which means they had less than 48 hours to find and rescue Garcia.


"Who the hell needs 15 phones?" Emily asks as she puts another on in the tote she has found.

"I bet every time a new model comes out she buys it to see how much better it is than the last one," Morgan answers her.

"Yeah, but recycle some. Geez. Oh, look! What a surprise! Sixteen phones."

Morgan laughs and continues looking at the various letters and papers on Garcia's desk. He lifts one up and frowns.

"Baby girl, why the hell didn't you accept this?" he whispers.

In his hand is the letter from the Office of Homeland Security. Had she taken the job, Garcia would have been heading up a specialized hacker team. They would be charged with tracing money, people, and organizations with ties to terrorist activities. She'd be on the cyber frontline of the War on Terrorism. Hell, she'd be the general leading the charge.

Emily had heard his whispered comment. She reads the letter over his shoulder. "She didn't take it because of us, Morgan."

He slowly nods. "Yeah, I know. More proof she's crazy."

Emily grins and pats him on the shoulder. Once they are satisfied they have everything electronic in Garcia's apartment they head back down to Morgan's car. As they get everything stowed, Emily glances back up towards Garcia's apartment. She freezes.

"Morgan, didn't you turn her light off?"

"You know I did. I nearly dropped the box I was carrying to do it."

"Then why is it back on?"

His eyes follow Emily's. The agents exchange a look and draw their guns. They make their way back into the building.


At 7 a.m. Saturday, the door to Garcia's prison opens again. The two men bring in a new laptop, once again setting it on the table.

"We need a file, Ms. Garcia. You will retrieve it for us."

"Not until I see that Henry is okay," Garcia says bravely.

"The boy is sleeping. If I wake him, I will not make it pleasant for him," the man tells her. His voice is calm. As if passing on a weather report. It is obvious he has no regard for human life. Garcia is not sure how much she can push him but she needs to know Henry is okay.

"Bring him to me. Let him stay with me and I'll do whatever you want."

The man starts to laugh, it is an eerily pleasant sound. "You amuse me, Ms. Garcia. But you see, you will do whatever I want anyway. Or his blood is on your hands. Do you really think your friends will be so eager to save you if his body turns up?"

Garcia stares at the masked man. Though his voice is gentle and he smiles, his eyes are like those of a shark: devoid of emotion. Suppressing a shudder of fear, Garcia sits down at the table, her hands poised over the keys.

"Good girl. I think you deserve a reward."

He snaps his fingers towards the door. Garcia hears a shuffling sound. When two men appear in the door, she gasps. He smiles.

"I believe you know Agent Prentiss."