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Knuckles put the phone on 'mute' after the Unsub demanded to speak to Cheryl Davenport.

"What's he doing?" Evan asked ten profilers.

"What most of the offenders we catch try to do: establish dominance," Knuckles replied.

"How long can we keep him on hold?" Fiona asked.

"We can't put her on," Shadow said.

"Why not?" Cheryl asked. "I want to help. I'll talk to him."

"Cheryl doesn't have the authority that Davenport holds," Knuckles stated. "He shouldn't want to talk to her."

"I think that she should speak to him," Fiona said.

"Do I need to repeat myself?" The Unsub said on the phone. "I want to talk to Cheryl. Put her on the phone. Now."

"No," Sonic said.

"I think she should speak to him," Fiona said. "He wants to talk to her. The more he speaks, the more he reveals."

"She is right, Gideon," Knuckles said.

"He has my sister," Cheryl said.

"No," Sonic repeated not changing his mind.

"I'm waiting," the Unsub said.

"Fiona," Sonic waved Fiona over to pretend to be Cheryl.

"Ok," she walked over to the phone and took the mute off and spoke in the phone. "This is Cheryl. Hello. This is Cheryl."

"I have Patricia by my side. I know her voice therefore I know her sister's. Get off the phone," the Unsub said folding their plan. "I want Cheryl. I'll give you 60 seconds. If you don't put her on the phone I will hang up and you will never hear from me or Patricia again."

Sonic put the phone on mute again; it was now or never for Trish.

"Prep her," Sonic knew they had to use Cheryl to talk to him. "Come on over here, please."

He got up from his chair, so did Evan so Cheryl was where her father was and Fiona was where Sonic was. As the Unsub was counting down on seconds, Fiona coached Cheryl quickly on how to talk to him.

"This guy's arrogant. Let him know that he's in control. Let him guide the conversation. Use your sister's name. Say my sister Trish or her name's Patricia. Talk about her. Let him get to know her through you. Don't veer off topic."

"Got it," Cheryl said, then Fiona continued.

"Agree with him that you understand him and as hard as this sounds, empathize. Let him know that he didn't mean to hurt Trish or go this far and that he can fix it. He has a chance to show that he's a kind and forgiving person by letting your sister go. And if you don't know what to say, I'll tell you."

Fiona took the phone off mute again and Cheryl started talking to the Unsub.

"This is Cheryl," she said trying to stay calm.

"Hello, Cheryl. How are you?"

"I'd be a lot better if I knew that my sister Patricia's ok."

"I can tell you have a lot of empathy, Cheryl. You care about others."

"Yes, I do. And it sounds like you understand."

"You mean that I empathize? Yes. I do. Very much. I empathize. I empathize with you, Cheryl. I know you want to be with your sister."

Fiona wrote down what Cheryl was to say next.

"Yes, I want Trish back."

"Good. Tell me what you want, Cheryl. I'm very interested. Tell me all about yourself. What's your favourite colour?"

Fiona put the phone on mute.

"Don't answer that. Stay with Trish," Fiona said as she put the phone off mute.

"If I tell you, will you let me talk to my sister?" Cheryl asked the Unsub.

"Maybe," he chuckled. "Maybe not."

"I like blue."

"How ordinary. Do you like chocolate, Cheryl? Do you like chocolate?"

"Yes."

"I do as well."

"Please, let me talk to my sister," silence was on the other side of the line. All I want to do is hear her voice. Please."

Suddenly there was a creaking on the phone, like an old door opening.

"Hello?" Cheryl called out.

"Cher," a new voice said. It wasn't the Unsub but it sounded just like Cheryl's voice, but drowsy like.

"Trish!" Cheryl cried out. She knew the voice; it was Trish's.

"Cher, is that you?"

"Trish, it's me. I'm here. Are you ok?"

"Cher, I can't..."

"Where are you? What do you see?"

"I-I see the moon," the creaking happened again and Trish was gone and replace by the Unsub.

"Trish! Trish!" Cheryl cried at the phone, begging for her sister to go back on.

"Have 500,000 ready," the Unsub demanded.

"Let me talk to her!"

"$500,000 is what I'm owed. The Davenports will wait by the phone. You will receive a call with precise instructions in exactly 15 minutes."

The Unsub hung up on his line of the call. Cheryl started crying as she left the room, her father followed her to comfort her. The team stayed in the room.

"Were your able to trace it?" Sonic asked Tails who was at a computer the entire call recording every word.

"No," Tails said disappointed. "He's probably using a disposable cell phone. They're impossible to trace."

"She said she could see the moon," Fiona stated.

"She sounded delirious," Sonic said.

"She was sedated," Tails said.

"Could have been a light."

If he's keeping her drugged, it might mean he's not very strong," Knuckles said. "He might have to keep her weak just so he can dominate her."

"Or he's keeping her quiet," Fiona said.

"Has Davenport told us everything about his staff?" Sonic asked Shadow.

"Oh, yeah," Shadow replied. "We have detailed reports but we should probably revisit background on household staff aides and current docket."

"Guys, she wasn't blindfolded," Knuckles said.

"No," Sonic said.

"If she's seen his face, as soon as he gets that money-"

"He'll kill her."


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