"Hey PG…" Dani announced as she entered Garcia's dome of technology for about the fifth time that day. She mainly made escapes to the bathroom every couple hours, or offered to grab them some food or coffee from the lunch room down the hall. It was deep into the evening and she had stayed with Garcia all day, finding that she like the blonde analyst even more. They had much in common and their personalities were eerily alike, giving them an instant bond.

"Ahh my little chicka-D, you are indeed the sweetest…." Garcia replied as she gratefully grabbed one of the hot mugs of coffee from Dani. She took a seat in the matching large computer chair and set her own mug down on the desk, careful not to spill any.

"So, when the team is away all night, do you have to stay here?" Dani asked curiously as Garcia struck another knight in the online game she had opened an hour earlier.

"Yup. As you can see I'm quite prepared for said situations." Garcia smiled as she pointed to the small bright red sofa in the corner of the room. There was also a large purple bag beside it, which Dani guessed contained overnight items.

"Do you ever worry about them when they're working on a case so far away?" Dani questioned again, wondering exactly what the team was doing at that moment. They had gone to Philadelphia that morning and Reid had told her they were never sure how long it would take.

Garcia's smile faltered for a moment, but she quickly recovered as she sipped some of the hot coffee. "Honey, I always worry about my boys and girls fighting crime and catching psychotic killers. The only thing that gets me through the time they're away is staying here and making sure I'm available for anything they could possibly need from the room of all knowledge."

Dani smiled at her reply as she drank from her own cup of coffee.

"Now, tell me everything about Reid's apartment. He doesn't let too many people in there. Are the rumours true about piles and piles of books stacked as high as the ceiling? I heard the only furniture he has in there are bookcases…" Garcia pried eagerly, and set her cup back down as she looked at Dani.

Dani laughed at Garcia's wild accusation and shook her head, "No. I mean he's got quite a few books, but nothing like that. Although he does have a pink baseball bat.." Dani frowned playfully as she remembered the night.

Garcia's mouth fell open only to let out a loud laugh. "What?! That thing that Morgan gave him for his birthday?"

Dani giggled, "Yeah, he hit me with it the other night…" She rubbed her head instinctively at the thought.

Garcia laughed again. "Oh, honey that's too funny. What was he doing hitting you with a pink bat? Do you want me to talk to him?"

"No, no it's ok." Dani replied with a large smile. She really liked Garcia. Her wild personality was a relief from her stuck up "friends" back in France. With Garcia and the other members of the team, Dani could be herself. "I guess I woke him up one night, I was having a dream and he forgot I was over. He thought I was a burglar or something…"

Garcia giggled delightfully as she stabbed yet another poor knight on the large computer screen. It was nice to have company for once while the team was away.

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"I can't understand him, he's terrified and seems to only know the old language…" Prentiss sighed in frustration as she stepped out of the interrogation room to the area behind the one way mirror. Hotch, Morgan and Reid stood in thought as they stared at the older gentleman behind the glass, nervously wringing his hands together as he looked around the empty room.

"He's our only witness…" Hotch said out loud, knowing they already knew, but hoping someone had a solution. They had only four hours left to find the missing child and everyone tried to keep their thoughts away from what the unsub did to the children at the end of the third day.

Prentiss shrugged helplessly, "I could only understand a few words… I know his name and I'm pretty sure he said he moved here only six months ago to open his own store. Other than that, I'm pretty sure he's from the rural areas of France, he's speaking old French."

Hotch sighed loudly and looked at the other three for ideas.

"We don't have enough time to track down a translator in the middle of the night. We have less than four hours for this kid to be found or…" Morgan left the sentence unfinished, trying to ignore the worst outcome of the situation.

"Dani's with Garcia…" Reid finally suggested, even though he didn't want to drag her into it. It was the only solution he could think of that, if it worked, would hopefully give them some kind of clue to where the unsub was with little Davey Truman.

"I'm on it." Morgan quickly replied as he flipped open his cell phone and dialled the familiar number.

"You have reached the woman of great power. What is it you need her wisdom on?" Garcia answered the phone quickly without missing a beat.

"Hey beautiful lady," Morgan greeted with a smile. Her voice always seemed to make him feel a tad better, no matter how gruesome the case they were on. "Listen, we have a witness here. His name is Jean Laurent. He speaks French and Prentiss tried to crack what he was saying, but he seems to be stuck in the past because he only speaks the 'old language' as Prentiss said. He's our only witness…"

"Ahh… I see, so you're wanting our poor, little French amour to see if she can decode the witness?" Garcia asked as she spun in her chair to glance at Dani who had fallen asleep on her little sofa about an hour ago. "She's just sleeping on my makeshift bed. She talks in her sleep too, muttering something about elves with no names and giant pills. I was beginning to get a little worried, but she's seemed to have calmed down now…" Garcia rattled on, a little glad to have someone to talk to since Dani had fallen asleep. When she had started to talk in her sleep and move fitfully on her small sofa, Garcia was a little concerned, but passed it off as one of those weird, bad dreams that you wouldn't remember in the morning.

"Baby girl, we have a kid out there and we're kind of running out of time…" Morgan gently reminded her, making Garcia snap back to attention.

"Right. Give me a second." She quickly said and Morgan heard her put the headset down, then the far away voices he guessed was her trying to rustle Dani out of her slumber.

A few minutes later, Garcia came back and announced she was going to put him on speaker phone.

"Hey D, you awake?" Morgan asked, his deep voice filling the small computer room.

"Yeah, yeah, I am now. What's going on?" She asked. Garcia had woken her with a start, but she had no time to connect her now conscious mind with any dreams she was just having because Garcia pulled her quickly to the chair beside hers at the bright computer screens. She was saying something about the case the team was on and how they needed her, leaving Dani in a flurry of confusion as she rubbed her eyes, trying to wake herself up more.

"Listen, we have a guy his name is Jean Laurent, he's our only witness and we think he came from France six months ago to Philadelphia. He's only speaking French, Prentiss tried to talk to him, but she thinks he's only talking the old language, if you catch my drift…" Morgan quickly explained.

"Did he live in the country in France? They usually speak a mixture of the old language and the more modern version, which is quite different." Dani advised.

"Ok, listen, would you be comfortable talking to him? We think he knows where the unsub took the last boy who was kidnapped. His name is Davey Truman and he's 7 years old." Morgan asked.

"Yeah sure, give him the phone, I'll see what I can do…" Dani frowned slightly. She was fully awake now and her mind was completely alert, realizing she was the one going to hopefully find out a very vital piece of information for the team to find a kidnapped little boy.

Morgan walked into the interrogation room and gave a nod in greeting to the older man sitting at the table. He handed him the cell phone, receiving a confused look from the man, but thankfully he took the cell phone cautiously and held it up to his ear.

Dani introduced herself and asked for his name. She briefly explained the situation of why he was in the room, she assumed the team had been trying to question him at a police station. Luckily she was able to understand the man, who had told her he was 59 years old and worked at a small market store in the area just outside of downtown Philadelphia. She pressed the fact that there was a little boy missing and possibly hurt and asked him if he knew anything about it.

Morgan watched on as the older man talked feverishly into the phone, sending a quick thanks to above that Dani had got him talking. The man was speaking quickly and waving his arms almost wildly as he spoke, and suddenly he stopped to listen, then handed the phone back to Morgan, saying something Morgan couldn't understand, but he gratefully accepted the phone as he stepped out of the room into the area where Hotch, Prentiss and Reid were waiting.

"Tell me you got something good…" Morgan said into the phone as he closed the door.

"Ok, he said he was in the market that he owns when a man walked in about 30-35 years of age and was asked for strange items. Mr. Laurent was a little suspicious of him because he was buying rope and lighter fluid and then he started asking for more odd items. So after he rang him up, he looked out the window and said he saw him going towards an older silver car and that's when he saw the little boy in the back. He couldn't see his face that well, but he said the boy's mouth was taped shut with duct tape. Mr. Laurent knew something was wrong, so he told his wife to mind the store and he quickly ran out to get in his own car to follow the man." Dani explained very quickly as her heart pounded at the idea.

"Please tell me he saw where the guy went…" Morgan asked and suddenly the other three members of the team's ears were at attention as they looked at Morgan with hope.

"He said it was a house on 163rd Street, just past 97th Avenue. He drove past after the car stopped because he didn't want the man to recognize him. Does that make sense?" Dani asked, hoping the address he gave him was correct. She had asked the older man three times to be sure.

"Hell yes it makes sense. We owe you a big one girly. Thanks a lot." Morgan quickly hung up the phone and looked at the three staring at him.

"A house, 163rd Street and 97th Ave. Lets go." He advised and the team quickly broke into action, leaving the older Frenchman in the interrogation room as they ran to their vehicles waiting outside, hoping it wasn't too late for little Davey Truman.

Ok, this one was a little short (sorry for that). Please review! And again, if anyone has any ideas they would like to see, please let me know!