Oh my gravy! I got two reviews on the last chapter! So, just for that, I give you a long chapter! Your welcome! And if your wondering, I didn't make up this investigation. It's from an episode of Psych. And Ronnie acts a little different when she lies. Just warning you! And I edited the last chapter so the people with Ronnie are Reid, Hotch, and Emily. Anyway, read!

We touch down a few hours after my chat with Emily and Reid. It felt nice talking to someone other than Andy. Hotch, Reid, Emily and I go to the house and talk with the mother of the missing child. Well, I suppose he's not a child, because he is already eighteen.

We sit on the couch and the lady, Mrs. Greyfogal, places four glasses of lemonade on the coffee table in front of us. She sits on a separate chair. "My son, Malone, has been acting very strange lately, before he disappeared." "Strange how?" Hotch asks. "Well, he had worked so hard to earn a paid summer internship with a big computer company, then, he turned it down at the last second." She says, using her hands to put an emphasis on her words. "He wouldn't tell me why. He rarely leaves his room, and his two oldest friends, Rob and Don, tell me they hardly get to see him."

I decide to talk. "Have you spoken with Rob or Don since Malone disappeared?" She shakes her head. "No, but I spoke to their parents; both boys are at computer camp."

"We would like to see his room." Hotch says.

When we enter the room, it is messy. A lot of comic books, and directions in the trash can to a convention center. There is a single light in the room, above his bed. There is a little bit of something I suspect is drugs under the bed. I frown. The ring that holds the bulb to the ceiling is loose. I turn the lights off and on repeatedly. Everyone looks at me suspiciously. I step onto the bed and take the ring off. After that, I pull the bulb out.

And almost five thousand dollars in cash floats down from the ceiling.

When we get back outside, Hotch asks, "So, does anyone have any ideas where he is going?" "Well, isn't that kind of obvious?" I ask, slightly confused. "Do you know where he's going?" Emily asks. "Well, you saw his room. All those comic books. Your eighteen, you're a sci-fi fan, and you've got cash burning a hole in your pocket. Where else do you go than a comic book convention?" Hotch and Reid nod. Hotch calls up Garcia and we find TriCon is in Phoenix this week.

We head off to the convention center. When we enter, there is a sign that says, "Tickets needed." Underneath, it says, "Sold out." I note that George Takei is going to be here. One of the people who work here take the sign down as I walk by. "Leave this out of sight until we get the issue with the food in his room resolved! I don't know if he's going to walk over the blueberry issue, but we can't have people lining up until we are sure he will participate."

"We won't be able to get in without tickets." Reid says. I nod. "I'm a pretty good liar." The team turns to look at me. "Your going to lie your way in?" Hotch asks. I shrug. "You want me to prove myself. My methods are different than yours, but I assure you, they will be effective." Hotch nods. "Ok. You're the leader this time."

I nod and begin to approach my way past the table where they take tickets. "You can't come in here." The man says to us. I sigh loudly. "They didn't tell you we were coming?" He purses his lips. "Who?"

"We work for George." He stares at us. "Takii?" He rolls his eyes. "You mean Takei?" he pronounces it with an A sound.

"Yeah. Those closest to him know how he wants his name to be pronounced, ok? Now, do you think you can have a convention without commander Sulu?" He says nothing. "Have his fresh blueberries arrived yet?" He grabs a clipboard and flips up the first paper. "Uh, I don't have record of receiving-" I interrupt, "You don't have record of having received it yet? Give me that!" I grab his clipboard and look at the paper.

I snicker and show the paper to Emily. "They don't have record of receiving them." I laugh and the team fake laughs. The security guard laughs too. I suddenly slam the clipboard down with a loud bang. Everyone jumps.

"What's the big deal?" The guard asks. "What's the big deal? What is the big deal! Do you have ANY idea about what happened when they forgot his blueberries at the con in san Antonio? That comb-over will be the least of your-" I break off and blink profusely. I say calmly, "You know what? It's better if you don't know. It's how I ended up with a stutter and a wooden pinkie toe. Now, for the love of Scotty, would you p-p-p-please!" I break off letting a couple fake sobs loose. "Let us get in there and save all of our asses!"

He purses his lips and lets us through.

We walk through the convention booths. It horrifically nerdy. "Hey, guys!" Someone calls as we walk by a booth. We all stop and give the people behind the booth out attention. "I'm Talia, and this is Dan. We are from Parastone Pictures and we just wanted to remind you to go see the world premiere of the new Red Phantom movie tomorrow night." Dan says, "It's going to be the biggest movie of the year, don't miss out." I look and the booklet Talia handed me. "No way, I love the Dead Phantom." I say sarcastically. "Um, Red Phantom." Dan corrects me. I look him in the eye. "What? He didn't die at the end?" Talia and Dan exchange glances.

I begin walking away. "Bye," I call over my shoulder. "I heard this movie won't do to well. It's a shame. I liked the comic." I hear the people walking behind us say. "I know. Fortress of Attitude reviewed it. Malcontent hated it." I assume Fortress of attitude is a website, and Malcontent is a reviewer.

We walk by another booth. A sign behind the mans head reads, Hilts Cooler. Some comics are lined up neatly in front of him. The title reads Green Spirit. Andy and a couple other people saw the movie. From what I heard it wasn't to good. "You know, I wished they based the movie on this comic. I told them a million times, but they wouldn't listen to me." He says to another person. I grab a copy and stick it in my bag as I walk by.

I look around. "There is to much ground to cover. We need to split up." Hotch says. "I believe I can help this situation." I say softly, looking towards the stage where an announcer is talking. "Are you sure about this?" Hotch asks uncertainly. I nod and begin walking toward the stage. Improvisation. How would I know this information? If I was a genius, or if I was…a psychic! Sci-fi nerds will hopefully believe anything I say. The announcer says, "So, next on our list is…um," he looks at me when I stand next to him. "Um, ma'am, can I help you?"

Think!

Think!

"Uh, yes. I'm Ronnie Kensington, psychic detective." I look over and see Hotch rub his forehead in an exasperated manner. "Um, I just need a moment." The announcer exclaims, "A psychic? Welcome! Ladies and gentlemen, science fiction fans, we have a real psychic with us today!" A majority of the people turn to look at the stage. One man raises his hand. "You're a psychic? Like Professor X?" Another person says, "Professor X is a telepath, not a psychic!" I clear my throat. "But I do have telepathic abilities, along with my psychic tendencies." The first man asks, "Can you read me?"

uh oh…

"Sure…" I say. I place my right hand on my temple, forcing a look of concentration onto my face. Just profile him! I think to myself. "I'm getting a reading! I'm getting a reading right now. Um, you, uh, spend a great deal of time, in front of your computer." He nods, his eyes wide. "And, uh, I see a girl, yes. You like her, from afar. She doesn't really know you exist." He smiles. "Yes! Yes! Her name is Megan! Uh, do I have a chance?" Um…what do I say? "Don't put to much work into it, uh, I think she might want to be," I move my fingers to form air quotes, "Just friends." He nods. I need to get back to the case, no matter how much fun this is.

"Woah! I'm getting, I'm getting an "R"! I'm getting an "R"! Does anyone have a name that begins with "R"?" More people look up at me.

"Woah, wait! And a "D"? Yes! A "D"! An "R" and a "D"! an "R" name, uh, Rim? Uh, um, Ralph, oh! Robert? No! No Bert, just Rob! And I need a "D" name. Dan, Doodle, Dukie, Dave, Don! Yes! Rob and Don!"

Brilliant, Ronnie. I congratulate myself. Using a psychic vision to get the attention of the people I am looking for. "That's us!" I hear two people cheer. They are around eighteen and tall. I wave them onto the stage while the crowd cheers.

When they get on stage I greet them. "Hey guys! So, first, I will need you both to empty your pockets." They both reach into their pockets and pull out some spare change and exactly what I was looking for, a hotel room key. "Ah ha! A room key. Even though you both reside locally." Rob says, "Oh, our friend sprang for a hotel suite for us." I smile. "Ah, room one twenty nine." I say wistfully. Don looks at me funny. "Um, room four twenty eight." Yes, of course." I say absently.

Now I know where they are staying. I suspect that friend is Malone Greyfogal. Time for another psychic vision. "I'm getting something! This friend you speak of, I sense you haven't seen him in a while. Hmm. Don't tell me, your not supposed to be here, you told your parents you were going to computer camp!" Rob and Don exchange nervous glances. "I know what your hiding!" They turn and sprint off stage. I walk off stage, back towards the rest of the team.

Step one went smoothly.

And done! Wow! Wasn't that great? Don't give me too much credit, this is nearly word for word off of Psych, episode...I'm not sure. If you really want to know, ask in a review and I'll do a little research. Thanks for reading! Remember, review for another chapter! Bye bye!