Okay, so there's going to be a little 'solution' in this chapter to all the difficulties they're having. It might be an unexpected somebody but I thought that it would fit into this story just fine. Aside from that a big thank you for all of your reviews and a huge thank you to Jenny Crum for helping me come up with ideas for the story!

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''Our greatest weakness lies in giving up. The most certain way to succeed is always to try just one more time.'' Thomas A. Edison


Anthony looked at the screen when his cell phone started ringing. 'Matthew Goulden', it said. ''Dude, where have you been? I've been trying to reach you for days,'' he immediately said into the phone, not even greeting Matthew.

''Sorry, okay… I've been busy trying to clean up the mess you made,'' he heard Matthew say on the other side.

He let out a sigh in frustration, ''I know I made a mess of it all. Maybe I should just get rid off…''

''No! You're not going to do that. First of all; you can't kill them, they out number you greatly. Second of all; you know you can't kill a baby, even you're not that heartless. Third of all; it's not going to do you any good. Yes, you'll be able to get your life back but after a while you'll go crazy knowing what you've done. Just please listen to me and don't do anything stupid now,'' Anthony listened closely. He knew that Matthew was right.

''But then what am I supposed to do? I can't keep them there forever,'' he said.
''I know, just a little while longer. I'll come up with a plan, I promise,'' Matthew told him.

''You've been saying that for months and they're still here. Vincent and Bobby are driving me crazy; Vincent keeps telling me to kill them, Bobby keeps telling me to let them go, I don't know what to do anymore. They follow me everywhere, I can't get a moment of peace and it is making me go completely insane,'' Anthony said, pouring his heart out.

''Try not to listen to them, they can't hurt you. They can't even touch you. All you have to do is ignore them and take your medication. Okay?''

''Okay… but just a little while longer,'' Anthony finally agreed. 'He let out a sigh, ''If only it were that easy…''


I'm spinning around in my chair, looking up at the ceiling. I'm waiting for the moment that a light bulb will go on and I'll get the idea of a lifetime. It's all I want, all I need. I'll be able to find them; all I have to do is... I blank.

I let out a sigh and stop my chair from spinning any further. After the wave of dizziness has passed I look back at the couch where Erin is sitting. Her hands are neatly folded in her lap and she has a slight frown on her face, all in all she looks quite uncomfortable. ''Any ideas?'' She asks me.

I take a deep breath before I shake my head 'no'. ''Nope, not a clue,'' I say. I bury my face in my hands, ''this sucks.'' I say, it comes out in a half-screaming kind of way. There's nothing else to say. We don't have anything else, no more resources. There's nothing left that will help us find the team. I don't get it; yes I broke some of the rules, but shouldn't the bureau be happy that one of their most successful teams is still alive? Shouldn't they be happy that we're close to finding them? That we will find them if they'd just help us?

But instead they decided that if we get caught hacking into their files again that we might end up doing some serious time in the slammer.

The last time I tried to hack into their files they asked me to come apply for a job at their office, why is this any different? ''I don't get it. Are they trying to keep us from finding out the truth?'' I ask Erin, looking back at her with narrowed eyes to see how she responds to this. If the FBI might be trying to stop my investigation, who says she is not helping them? Who says that she isn't following me around to see how much I can find and then tell the bureau that?

''Maybe they just don't want to admit that they might be wrong about what happened,'' she says with doubt in her voice. ''Though it is kind of suspicious that they had people write the reports which are pretty inconsistent... I don't know how they might be involved in all of this,'' she finally just says.

I frown at what she is saying. Obviously she's just speaking her mind, as worried about all of this as I am. ''They've got to be involved in this one way or another,'' I tell her. ''It just doesn't make sense why they would do this. Why would they want to cover up these deaths?'' I ask her.

''Maybe they're not...''
I don't even let her finish, ''they're covering up something.'' I say. ''That's all that matters.''

''So, new plan?'' She asks.
I look at her for a moment, ''there's no plan. We don't have anything.''
''That's why we have to make a new plan. You've already found so much information... don't give up now,'' she tells me.
I frown at her. It doesn't sound like something she should say. If anything, I thought that she would just throw in the towel and leave.

''We're too close to give up now,'' she says.
I close my eyes for a second, thinking about this. ''Okay,'' I decide, if we're going to do this than I want to give all I have, ''I'll make the coffee.'' I get up and go into the kitchen. While I'm waiting for the coffee to be finished I look out the window above the sink.

''Penelope, baby girl, you have to stop trying so hard. Just follow your heart. Not everything you find along the way will help you, but if you think logically everything will make sense. All the pieces will fall into place. I know you can do this, I know you have the brains to figure it all out. All you have to do is when you have all the information you think you'll need, is to sit down and follow your heart as you try to fit all of it together.

But this is just the beginning; it's going to get a lot more difficult. When people do try to keep you from the truth... just remember that we trust you and that we love you. When you want to give up take a moment for yourself to sit down and think, and feel my love come over you.''

I take a deep breath, remembering the words that Derek told me. I have to take a step back, try to make sense of the things I do have. If I do that, I'll be able to figure this all out. If I do that I might have a shot at finding them.

'Okay, a step back... If I had never gotten any of the info that Strauss gave me I'd still be looking for them. What would I look at if I didn't have access to the FBI files?' I pour the coffee in two mugs and walk back into the living room. Erin is looking through some of the stuff on the coffee table. Thankfully the FBI didn't come by to see if I had printed any of the files.

Not that I have much; just the reports, which I have already read, and some photos from the 'crime scene'. I sit down next to Erin and place our mugs on the coffee table; the coffee is still too hot to drink.

''So, what now?'' Erin asks.
''We'll just work with what we have,'' I say and grab one of the photos, nearly knocking over one of the mugs as I'm doing so. Erin looks over my shoulder at the photo. It shows some pieces from the plane and a lot of trees in the background. There are also a bunch of trees on the ground since the plane had knocked them down whilst it was crashing. That's strange; if the paramedics or cops had gone into the woods it would have to be mentioned in the reports and it wasn't.

''That's odd,'' I say with a frown.
I don't know why I hadn't noticed these before, there are quite a few there. Certainly enough to have it have been the entire team walking there, maybe even more people.

We look through another couple of photos. One of them also has the footsteps on it. They seem to be going very far into the woods. I look up a map of the area online and look for the place where the plane crashed; it's a pretty big open field now. Not very far from there there's another open field which is accessible by a small dirt road which leads to a paved road a few miles away. It is the only paved road through the woods though there are quite a few dirt roads. Probably for tourists or something.

''Wow, I can't believe there's somebody actually living there,'' I hear Erin say and I turn to look at her with a frown. She notices this and nods at the screen. ''There's a house there,'' she says pointing at it with her index finger.
I look back at the screen. There's a pretty big, brownstone house with a thatched roof. I hadn't even noticed it before. I zoom in on it a little further.

'If somebody lived in the woods, especially that close to where the plane crashed, they could've gotten there way before the paramedics or the police did,' I think. I have to figure out who lives there. If whoever lives there didn't take the team, they might know who did.

I look back at Erin and I notice by the expression on the face that she's thinking the same thing.

'Now all I have to do is figure out who lives there,' I smile. With every that's going wrong, this is actually pretty great. 'And I didn't need the FBI to help me figure it out either,' I think happily.

I can feel my heart skip a beat when suddenly the doorbell rings. I look up from the screen and then look back at Erin. ''Who could that be?'' She asks me.
I give a slight shrug. In the worst case it could be the FBI who are taking away everything I could use to find the team. In the best case scenario it could just be Maggie Nolan, here to bring me some more groceries. Though with her chatty nature that wouldn't be great either.

I keep my fingers crossed as I put my laptop down on the coffee table and walk to the door. When I open the door there's a dark-haired woman who seems to be in her early forties in front of me. ''Can I help you with something?'' I ask her. I try hard but I can't remember if I've ever met her before.
''That depends, are you Penelope Garcia?'' She asks me, she sounds a little unsure whether or not she's at the right house.
''Yes I am. Why?'' I ask her.

''My name is Alex Blake, I work for the FBI,'' she begins and I can feel my heart stop. 'Okay, worst case scenario it is,' I think. ''May I come in?'' She asks. I hesitate for a moment but then realize that she has come here alone. If she were here to arrest me or do whatever, they would've sent more than one person.

''Sure,'' I say and open the door a little further. She walks in but stops dead in her tracks when she sees Erin sit on the couch. ''Erin,'' she simply says.
''Blake,'' Erin says as she's standing up. Even though I watch the two of them acknowledge each other, they don't seem to be too thrilled to see one another.

''Take a seat,'' I tell agent Blake as I motion to one of the chairs. She clearly wouldn't want to sit next to Erin.
''Thank you,'' she says and sits down as I sit back down on the couch.
''So, what can I do for you?'' I ask her.

''Actually, it might be what I can do for you,'' she says and I throw a glance at Erin who doesn't move a muscle. ''I heard that you're 'investigating','' I hate the way she says that, ''the deaths of the former BAU team.''
I don't respond, I don't know if she's here to come help me or if she's somebody the FBI has send me to come look what I'm doing. It seems best not to be saying anything right now.

''I want to help you, and I think I can,'' she says.
''Even if I... we are investigating that, which I'm not saying we are, I don't think you could help,'' I tell her as politely as I can. What could she possibly do besides from spying on us?

''I could give you access to the files the FBI has on the case,'' she says.
''Those are all protected, nobody can access those files,'' Erin says before I have a change to respond. Not that it matters; I would have told agent Blake the exact same thing.
''Unless you have a username and a password,'' she says with a small smile. ''When I heard you were investigating this I started asking around about the meeting you two had with agents Goulden and Thornley,'' she is referring to the meeting Erin and I had with agents Matthew Goulden and Isaac Thornley, both bosses of the bosses so to speak, they were the ones who told us that they had caught me hacking into their system, ''I decided to find out what they had told you and if there was any way I could help.''

''Why would you want to help us? You know you can get fired for this, right?'' I ask her suspiciously.
''She's an old friend of Hotch','' I can hear Erin tell me quietly; just soft enough so agent Blake won't be able to hear her.
''I used to be a close friend of agent Hotchner, when I heard that he was involved... I just want to help him. If there's any way he's still alive then he has to be found. Not just him but all the others too. Not just for themselves but for their families and friends too, especially their children deserve to get their parents back,'' she tells me.

I tear up a little bit. I have thought about Henry a lot these last couple of months but never visited him. I haven't thought much about Jack though; he's living with Jessica now.

''I know that there's a way I can help,'' agent Blake says, ''If you'll let me, I'll give you access to everything that I have that you need.''


''When a person really desires something, all the universe conspires to help that person to realize his dream.'' Paulo Coelho


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