bam! bam! bam! i'm finally getting into the groove!


The trio strode inside the Kansas City Police Department. "This is my desk over here." McGee awkwardly gestured to a pin-straight workspace, each pencil, notepad, and folder straightened to perfection. Hotch scanned the room with a trained eye.

"Is this your commander's office?" Hotch nodded his head towards a glass room where a black man is on the phone.

McGee rung his hands. "Yeah… uh, I'm—I'm gonna go talk to him first."

"Sure"

"This is the neatest detective's desk I have ever seen." JJ said, giving Hotch a significant look. At the sound of shouting, the agent's heads snapped up. The captain was yelling at McGee, his face full of surprise.

"You did—you did what?" He shouted. "Call you back." He grumbled into his phone, slamming it down roughly.

"I'm guessing it didn't go too well." JJ murmured to Hotch.

"Mmhmm…" Was all he said back.

The pair strode out of the captain's office. McGee looked chastised; he wouldn't look at either of the FBI agents.

"I'm Captain Wright." He said, shaking both of their hands.

"Agent Hotchner. This is agent Jareau. We're with the FBI's behavioral analysis unit." Hotch said, gesturing towards JJ.

"Listen, guys, I don't know what detective McGee here told you—"

"Yes, you do. I told them that there's a large number of people missing from my area of responsibility."

"No. you think there are a large number of people missing. We discussed this last week." Captain Wright corrected, face the picture of annoyance.

"He informed you of this before?" Hotch said with surprise.

"Agents, we have run every one of the names from his little books and we couldn't find a single missing like report." The Captain was mocking McGee, but the poor man couldn't see it.

"Tell him what the other agent said about—about homeless people not going missing like this." McGee said desperately.

"That's not exactly what he said." Hotch tried to create peace between the two police officers.

"Listen, guys, i-I'm really sorry you came all this way, but we don't need any FBI help." The captain was oozing male confidence, and it was starting to tick off JJ.

"May I have a word with you in your office?" Hotch asked quietly.

The Captain was clearly taken aback at Hotch's manner-of-fact attitude and calm demeanor. "Um, yeah, sure. Sure. Right this way."

"You should have told us he already knew." JJ admonished as soon as the Captain and Hotch vanished into the office.

"Would you have come?" McGee asked. JJ looked away. He was right.


sadly, i went back to my old ways: short, midget chapters *hangs head in shame*