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"Stanley Mitchell. D.O.B. 23/02/1957. Parents were George Mitchell and Anya Mitchell. Siblings were his identical twin James Mitchell and sister Sarah Mitchell." The tech, that they had on hand, told them as he read off the screen. "He's the Godfather to Penelope Anya Garcia, legal guardian as well, in the event of death of both parents."
Hotch thanked the tech and closed the phone and turned back to the group. "It's legit. Stanley Mitchell is James' twin." Hotch spoke and then turned his attention to James, a serious look on his face. "If Bobo's out of retirement, how could you not know?"
"It's not the original Bobo. Stanley was supposed to be in jail for child molestation charges." James said fearful. "He wasn't supposed to be out until late next year."
"34 years is a long time to be locked up."
"He didn't get caught until 2001." James verified. "We didn't truly know what he had done until end of the 90's."
"What I can't understand is how does Penelope fit in? Why is he fixated on her?" Rossi asked, they needed to know everything.
"I think we need somewhere private to start this." Hotch told them and they all headed back to the BAU, the chief officer had the instructions of what to do.
Derek was still quiet, as though he'd given up and if what he thought was going to come out came out, he knew exactly how Penelope would be feeling. He'd already apologised to James and gotten a few choice words back.
"Do you realise how in love with you she is? How long she's been in love with you?" He saw Derek's face morphed into utter grief in that moment. "Years is too long Derek." James had told him and walked off to see what could be done.
Now sitting in the conference room they all looked at James. He sucked in a deep breath and looked at his coffee before looking up. "Stan wasn't just molesting kids, he abused them too. Penny bare the brunt to it from time to time, he'd take her away on little holidays, and me and her mother were completely oblivious to it all. There were never any tell tale signs and I guess that's where we failed her.
"Maria, Pen's mom, ran with Penelope when we caught Stan. I had to believe that my brother was innocent and it cost me. We'd go through so much and in a moment of irrational thinking my whole world crashed around. Stan was my brother, I couldn't believe that he was doing those things with my baby, I couldn't comprehend that. I wanted to believe he was mentally ill or something, anything but believe that my brother was like that."
"So what happened after?"
"Stan fled, there were feelers and reports out for him literally everywhere, but it didn't work."
"So how do you know he was Bobo the clown?"
"I found out he'd had this clown business for years when he turned up at mine one day. He gave me a picture of Penelope and a clown, told me he was the clown. I found out her mother had remarried, she'd filed a divorce years before. I remember staring at that smiling face of Penelope and realising that I'd missed 8 years of my life because I chose the wrong person to protect. It drove me insane."
Reid sat back perplexed. "It's advertised everywhere about the circus. How could you not know that your brother was back here?"
"Bobo the clown is now a working concession of Stan's business. Before he was caught of course, but once a name's known it's hard to change. People go for the clown, not the person being the clown. Bobo the clown is a manufactured name now." James told them truthfully. "Stan, I don't know, the moment Penny was gone he flipped out. He obsessed with her crazily, he near enough yearned for her. Blamed me entirely. But never did I think he'd come back and do this."
"We've got one problem in the whole of this." Derek finally spoke up. "Because of your brother, Penelope has a phobia of clowns."
"Coulrophobia." Reid added in.
"She's had panic attacks over them." Derek continued.
"From Stan?" James looked confused as he asked the question. He didn't know how to deal with that issue, it didn't make any obvious sense to him.
"He groped her on her 12th birthday." Derek told him and then leant forward. "Have you got any idea where he'd have her?"
"No." James admitted honestly. "I haven't spoken to him since I finally got him chucked in jail and out of my life for good."
Hotch and Rossi had been too silent, they looked at one another and at Derek. "You do property developing right?" Rossi asked.
"Yes."
"Where?" Rossi proceeded.
"How many properties have you got in the Virginia area?" Hotch then added on.
"About 12, maybe a couple more." James felt very on the spot at that moment, he had 6 well trained eyes on him.
"Have been to them all lately?" Emily then asked, she knew where the two men were going now and the others slowly cottoned on.
"There's 2 or 3 I haven't had chance to yet. They're last on my agenda." The realisation hit him then. "You don't think he's using them?"
"As much has you want to disregard the fact. Stan could've been keeping tabs on you and Penelope for longer than you realise." Emily added in confidently.
"If he found her 12 years ago, he was going to make sure he found her again." JJ continued and they saw James becoming a broken man. "You can't think he's using one of them?"
"We need the addresses James, then we'll know." Hotch said as he got up and left the room to get the ball rolling.
He was feeling good about this.
Within the next hour they had the addresses and they all headed off, James in tow. Each separating to the three houses that James had given the addresses of.
Derek was up with the head of the group. He wanted to get Penelope back. Bring her home and if he could, get his hands on a clown's neck.
Penelope didn't know where she was, she didn't know where to go. She had felt the walls in the darkness and felt nothing. She couldn't even find her way back. Utter darkness encased the room and with it her.
Her breathing was heavy now and whatever thought, and whoever she thought of, her panic wasn't decreasing. She couldn't fix herself to be composed and okay with this. She couldn't apply courage to get her out of this place.
When lights began to flare on she found herself pinning against the wall. Praying that in some weird act of science, she'd become one with the wall. There was no pattern to the lighting. One would flash on to her left, then to her right, then directly above her, then far away.
Then she heard it.
A door opened, a crack of light and it was gone.
She wasn't alone anymore.
Laughing rang out and Penelope moved along the wall and then sunk down when she found a corner. The lights continued on their mad escapade and she saw someone. She looked around. It did it again and she saw Bobo standing there, grin on his face watching her. The next time he was closer and the final time, before he grabbed her, he was right in front of her.
"No!" She screamed as he pulled her and close to him, she felt the roughness of his outfit, the feel of his big, red, round nose press to hers and then the lights around the room all came on and stayed on and she was there in Bobo's arms. "Get off me!" Penelope fought him in sheer terror.
"Now, now Penny. It's play time." He said as he turned her to the middle of them room. "Don't you want to play?" He kissed her hard and Penelope felt sick again and she did what she could. She bit his lip and hard, so hard she could feel the blood. "You bitch!" He said and threw her down on the floor, her back connecting with the concrete and she felt her whole body paralyse at the brute force.
Penelope tried her hardest to get some stamina, to get away from him, but he got on top of her and began to rip at her tights with one hand, pulling her skirt up with the other. Penelope screamed in terror, fought him with all her mite, against his one handed grip, to stop him and she felt she'd failed as he pried her legs apart. She howled as she felt his nails dug into her thighs as he pushed her legs further apart.
Penelope then realised her hands were free and hit him the hardest she could. His hands fell from her legs and she pushed herself away from him, he looked at her and went for her.
She ran to where she assumed the door was and found it, she pushed through and ran again. Soon she found herself in a dimly lit room, Bobo's laughter rang out loud and then she turned. There was a mirror, she saw herself clearly then. The dishevelled, scared self. The mirror behind her flashed and she saw Bobo and she spun away from it. Quickly she realised she was in a house of mirrors and disorientation got the better of her. Penelope ran one way to find a mirror, to run back and find another mirror.
Bobo flashing in some of the reflections, she was in others.
Penelope's head began to spin and she lost control as she ran straight into one of the mirrors. Laying on the floor on the shattered glass she knew damage was done, she could feel the warmth of blood spreading under her.
She didn't know what really happened next, she just remembered being pulled up and then hitting a wall close to her and then the floor and Bobo grabbed her and it all went completely dark. She could've been wrong about the roll out of previous events. It wouldn't matter really.
Penelope slowly opened her eyes and found herself in a new room. Lights were on everywhere and it looked somewhat like a dressing room.
She felt her body as she sat there aching. She had fresh pains. Old aches. She groaned and looked down at herself. Her clothes crumpled and blooded. The tights on her legs ripped from Bobo's attempt earlier and she saw cuts.
She heard a snigger and looked up.
Bobo was sitting opposite her, a smile on his face and Penelope involuntarily shuddered.
"You shouldn't sleep in Funhouse's Penny. You don't know what's going to happen. Don't know how hurt you're going to get. What fun you'll miss out on." He taunted her and Penelope tried to move as she began to worry that he'd actually succeeded in raping her. "I felt you needed a little restraining. You're so grown up, it's obvious now. Not so easy."
"Why do you want me? I- I..."
"Your mother took you from me when you were little Penny. When you were twelve I was on a limit, but now, this is perfection. I have a while." Penelope closed her eyes as he came towards her. "Maybe if you looked like Bobo's mate you might be more comfortable." He said and wiped a white sponge down her right cheek, plying a strike of white paint to her cheek. The paint stinging the little cuts, showing them up.
Penelope shook her head to get him away. "Don't, please." Penelope whimpered and had to close her eyes, the sight of Bobo, and the thought of her dad under all the paint was making her lose her mind.
"Fine, if you don't want to be like this, I'll become more like you." He said and walked away, Penelope looked as he tore the wig off and the blonde mop of hair fell messily around his face. She watched him take his outfit off and put jeans and a new top on. She then watched him remove his gloves and the nose and then grabbed a face wipe.
Derek filled her head then, the time in restaurant when she told him that there was nothing to be scared of when it came to clowns.
In that moment Bobo turned to her and wiped the face paint off she knew she was right.
Clowns were frauds.
She wasn't surviving a clown anymore, she was surviving her dad. The thought didn't tell her which one was scarier. She knew which was scarier. For the first time in her life Penelope wished it was Bobo still here.
Bobo stood and approached her. He smirked and Penelope knew that smirk too well now. He released her hands and pulled her up. "Let's have some fun." He said, but Penelope got free and ran for one of the two doors.
"Uncle Stanley's coming to get his Baby Girl Penny!" That made Penelope freeze in the door way. "You so thought I was your father. Uncles have much more fun with their 4 year old nieces than fathers. I proved that. I'm back to continue that fun."
Penelope heard him come closer. It wasn't her father. The moment she felt Stan's hand on her hip she pushed through the door weakly to get away from him.
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A/N: Bit more progression! How's that? You like?
More soon guys! You'll get what you want, if the muse plays nice!
