I'm Back! Did ya miss me? So, I have a story for you. So, me and my friend are just walking around the mall, being the normal teenagers we are, when some guy comes up to us and was like, "I wish my hair was emo, so it would cut itself!" SWEET JESUS! It's hard to be insulted when you say that. We didn't know if it was an insult or a joke. Haha, well, here's part eight! This is still from an episode of psych! Read on!

"I'm not sure if I approve of this method, but you are getting pretty far in the investigation." Hotch says as we begin walking out of the convention hall. I don't know whether to thank him or feel insulted, so I say nothing. I open the door out, take three steps, and find myself face-to-face…with George Takei.

Uh-oh.

"That's them there!" The guard who I lied to says, pointing at me. "Why are you telling people that you're my assistants?" George asks. Crap!

"Um…because we are your assistants? Don't your remember a Ronnie Kensington?"

He narrows his eyes. "Excuse me?"

Ok, ok. Get back in control. You can do this.

"Wow, are you serious George?" I give a little laugh. "I know you said to work outside of the loop, but this is a little ridiculous." He looks at me funny. "I don't remember you."

"George, you hired us personally. We met you in Chicago, at the screening of that movie…with the whales." Reid smiles and says, "Star Trek four, The Voyage Home."

I refrain from laughing. He is such a nerd.

"The last time I was in Chicago I was doing a reading from my autobiography."

Oh, shit.

"Um, yeah…we booked that."

He gives me another funny look. I laugh and turn slightly to face Reid. "Remember Robin told us he'd NEVER be able to fill a room that size?" Reid has no idea what to do, so he just laughs awkwardly.

"I don't know any 'Robin'…"

"That's because I fired her. Look, George, you don't need that kind of negativity, ok? Its her fault with what happened in San Antonio. But, you didn't hear that from me."

George shakes his head. "I'm so confused." Don't worry George. I am too.

"Look George, we can stand around and talk all day," Reid puts in, "Like Robin used to," "Or I can try and do something about solving your blueberry crisis. The choice is yours."

He takes a deep breath.

"Well, alright then. Get to it."

Victory!

"Thank you!" I exclaim as we walk past George to exit the building. The next stop will be room four twenty eight. We drive to the hotel, Hotch driving, Emily in the passengers seat, and Reid and I in the back. I read through the book, "The Green Spirit" while we drive. I had never read a comic book before.

We ride to the fourth floor and walk down the hall to room four twenty eight. I enter the keycard and open the door.

Wow. The room is trashed. Half eaten food, pop cans, and even a broken vase litters the floor. "Now I see why Rob and Don were freaked. They didn't want anyone to see this mess." Emily says, closing the door behind us. "this place is terrible…" Hotch agrees. Emily gives a tiny smile.

"Maybe Johnny Depp stopped by."

"I'm sorry, did that joke just arrive in a time machine from 1992?" I ask.

Emily frowns. "He used to trash hotel rooms!"

"Yeah, used to! The dude has kids now. He lives in France."

Emily smiles. She knows I'm just teasing her. "Do you have a better version of that joke?" I return her smile.

"Sure. How 'bout that lame-o who's dating Kate Moss?"

"He's British, and no one knows who he is."

"Ok, fine, to inside."

Hotch rubs his forehead. I begin looking around, using my acute powers of observation to scan the room. I see a paper sticking out from under a pile of dirty plates. It reads "Malcontent." "Guys, come here." I say, beckoning them over. Reid glances at the paper.

"If you cross off the 'C', the 'T', and the 'N, T', it spells Malone." Emily says, "So, Malone is Malcontent?" I nod. I continue to look around. I point to the ground. There is a piece of paper that reads, "One down, two to go." The O's are written uniquely. "Hmm. Well, there goes the kid on a spending spree theory." I mutter.

We exit the room and Hotch calls Garcia on the elevator ride down. "Hey, Garcia, I need some information on the fortress of attitude and malcontent." "Will do, mister boss man!" comes a perky reply. A few seconds later she says, "Well, he is a blogger, and he seems to hate the Red Phantom movie. He's relentless." she pauses. "Huh. That's weird. If you go back a couple weeks, he was originally saying great things about the movie." The elevator door opens and we step into the lobby. "Thanks Garcia." Hotch says, closing his phone.

"So, Parastone Pictures paid him to praise the Red Phantom?" Hotch states, though its more of a question. I nod. "That's probably where all the money in his room came from. It makes sense. Malone's blog started a bad buzz on Parastone's comic book movie."

Emily cuts in. "So, parastone had everything riding on this new film. But Malone blazed the Red Phantom anyway. Which is probably why he's missing."

We all get into the car and head back to the convention center. We ride silently. "I am going to talk to that Talia, and try to judge if she is innocent," I say when we get out of the car. A couple of feet from the door, I see George Takei.

Super.

"Ronnie, my blueberries are still wrong! I requested North Carolina blueberries, and I got Michigan blueberries! People say I'm crazy, but I can taste the difference."

Well. That's a little weird.

"I don't think that's crazy at all-"

"And, I requested that my green room NOT be at the end of the hall! It's affecting my chi!"

Well, that was even weirder.

"Emily!" I exclaim.

She gives me a confused look. "What?"

"Did you skimp out and get the Michigan blueberries?"

"What?"

"And screw up the room location? And what are you doing to George's chi? Are you touching it and whatnot? Stop it!"

I see her hide a smile.

I turn back to George. "I'm sorry Mister Takei. It's all my fault. My fault for giving out responsibilities that I should have seen to myself. My humblest apologies. We will get you the right blueberries as soon as possible, and a better room assignment. You have my word."

He sighs. "Well, alright then. Good help is hard to find, I suppose." he then walks back into the convention hall. Emily laughs and asks, "Why did you blame that on me?" I shrug. "I needed a fall guy. I'm sorry." She nods understandingly. We walk back into the convention hall and head over to the Parastone Pictures booth. Thankfully, Talia is there. I ask to talk to her, and we take a walk around the convention hall.

"You don't mind it? All the comic book stuff?" I ask as we pass an overweight man dressed as Flash. She laughs. "It's fun; harmless. A little wish fulfillment." She glances sideways at me. "Oh, come on. You didn't dress up like a princess as a kid?"

Actually, my parents wouldn't let me. I change the subject. "So…pretty high stakes on the Red Phantom movie…" She nods. "We took a bash a few years ago on this other comic book movie, The Adventures of the Green Spirit."

That's the comic book I was reading in the car.

"We had to build a landfill for all the unsold action figures. So, we're pulling out all the stops to launch the trailer for the red phantom movie. Lasers, music, and Dan even organized a pyrotechnics display. Word of mouth is the first and most vital step."

Time to begin the interrogation.

"Vital enough to pay someone off?" I ask casually. She stops walking. "What?"

"So, let's say there's this blogger, right? And he is wielding way more power than he should, and he can be had for a price. You guys would be fools not to take a shot, right?"

She gives me a good long look. "Ok, who are you Ronnie, really?"

"I'm a psychic. I work with the FBI. I'm investigating a disappearance. Malone Greyfogal. The Malcontent. I'm sensing you know a lot about him."

she has long blonde hair, and I would guess she was a popular girl in high school. "Ok, this conversation is over." She says. "Oh, no. It's just getting started. See, he's missing." "Missing?" She echoes. "Look, whether or not this guy had a consultation fee is beyond the point. We don't hurt people. It's just a movie."

I tilt my head slightly to the left. "Just a movie? Will your boss say the same thing?" She rolls her eyes. "Well, why don't we ask him together? Dan is back at his office." I follow her silently up the stairs before saying, "I'm sorry if I was too pushy."

"You accused me of kidnapping!" she says loudly.

I roll my eyes. "I accused you of bribery. I implied you may have had something to do with the kidnapping. There's a difference."

We round a corner and she opens a door to what I assume is the office of Dan. She stops suddenly, looking around. "What the hell?" I take a step into the room behind her. The room is trashed, just like the hotel room. "Oh my god, what happened in here?" She asks quietly. "Where is he?"

I enter the room, walking over to his desk. "Something seriously wrong went down in here…" I say absently. Sitting on the desk, in plain sight, is another note. "Two down, one to go." I read out loud. "Ok. The good news is your boss is innocent. Bad news, he just became a face on a milk carton."

Well, I don't know about you, but I think that was a pretty sweet ending! Anyway, you know the routine! More reviews equal more chapters! I won't continue without a review! Adios! Bye-bye!