A/N: All of the mentions of the annexation between Wisconsin Dells and Lake Delton are purely my literary imagination.

Chapter 9

"Clark," Matt asked. The room became eerily quiet as the team watched the blood drain from Chief Grant's face.

"Johnny Hodges."

"Garcia, you hear that," Emily asked through the laptop.

Grant looked at Hotch and Matt. "Johnny Hodges is the son of the former mayor of Wisconsin Dells, Jimmy Hodges. Jimmy was the best guy in the world. He also ran the local pharmacy. When the annexation issue came up, what," he said looking at Tim Dancer, "twenty, thirty years ago," Dancer nodded his head "Jimmy was the leading opponent to it. He felt the tax base for a town our size couldn't handle it; and mainly because of what police coverage would involve. The city council turned down the idea."

"And the Lake Delton city council pounced all over the idea," Tim added. "They saw the other side. The tax revenue generated from having those properties within the city limits."

Clark Grant continued. "Once the big hotels started springing up in Lake Delton, the folks in Wisconsin Dells blamed Jimmy. He ran for re-election, for something like his fifth or six term and got defeated. Six months later, the Dells city council approved the building of a chain drug store on the end of the town, with all the bells and whistles. Once it was up, Jimmy's business fell off." Grant paused for a second.

Emily and Derek's phone pinged of a text. Hotch and Matt knew who it was. "Garcia, we know you've got something, but hang on for a sec," Matt said. He got Emily to pull up Garcia on the screen. "This is our technical analyst Agent Penelope Garcia, working out of our offices in Quantico, Virginia. Garcia, you are on more than speaker phone. What do you have?"

There was a bit of a buzz in the room as the multi-hair colored analyst appeared on the screen.
"Johnny Hodges' background sir."

"Hang on Garcia," Hotch said, nodding at Grant to continue.

"Johnny was at UW Medical School in Madison, studying pharmaceutical to take over Jimmy's business. Six months later, Jimmy had a major stroke. Johnny had to quit school to take care of Jimmy. Jimmy's wife, Johnny's mother, had passed a few years back from a heart attack. Anyway, all that, with Jimmy dying a couple years later, pretty much wiped out what Jimmy had put away for his retirement. Johnny was able to sell the store property and then later the family cabin they all loved, but it all pretty much wiped them out. But that was over twenty years ago."

"Now Garcia," Matt said.

"Roger Sir Cob. My fantastic digging abilities have pretty much came up with the same story. And sir, you are correct. Twenty three years to be exact; within two years John Hodges' bank account dwindled down to nothing. Do you need dates?"

"No Garcia, we just need an address," Cob said.

"That's the problem sir, and why I pinged Sir Morgan and Emily the Great. I have no address; as in none." Hotch and Matt looked at each other.

"None," Dave asked.

"Oh my great guru, I wish me and my binary systems did. But I have zilch; as in nada. Johnny Hodges is off the grid."

"Garcia, there has to something, someone keeping him in the area and funding him. Find it," Hotch said.

"Yes sir."

Cob looked around the room. "Any of you seen him lately?" He got heads shakes of negative answers.

"Cob, you think he's our unsub," Tim asked. Craig Grant shook his head.

"You pinged him Clark and he fits the profile perfectly. Garcia, car registrations, DL, fishing licenses…."

"Sir, fishing licenses?"

"Garcia, his family owned a cabin and I'm a Wisconsin boy. You can take the boy away from Wisconsin fishing….."

"But you can't take the fishing out of the boy. I'm all over it Cob."

Matt shook his head, looking at Hotch. "I need to step away from this; I've got things I've got to get done and more things after that."

Morgan and Emily strongly advised those in the room to keep the name from coming out of their lips or over their radios. "The last thing we and specifically all of you need is a bunch of head hunters," Morgan said. "The name mentioned in this room, stays in this room." He eyed every officer and deputy to make sure they got the message.

"Go," Hotch simply said. Matt motioned to Tim and Sheriff Daniels and pulled them into the conference room.

"Tim, do you have the number to the big shots at the resorts?"

"They're in my office Cob. I'll get them." He went to his office.

Matt looked at Mike Daniels. "How many deputies can you spare?"

"Hell Cob, I'll call them all out if I have to."

Matt shook his head. "I know you have to take care of your county; keep all your deputies on their regular patrols. What do you have extra, not over extending you staff?"

Mike thought for second. "I have two; and me makes three."

Matt shook his head. "You need time to be with your family and sleep. You're no good to us if you're exhausted. This team can help. We can pull shifts as well."

"Cob? You and Hotch's team doesn't get tired and need down time," Mike asked.

Matt smiled and shook his head. "Tim heard our family time; and honestly Mike, when we're out on cases like this, sleep isn't our biggest option. It's a low priority. We're here to help you." He looked at Matt. He smiled. "You should see our sweet ride home; as in private jet," he winked. "We call the bird Heinz."

"Heinz?" Mike asked.

"Yup Mike; as in catch up."

Mike smiled. "How do you want to play this Cob?" as Tim Dancer entered back in, handing Cob the two business cards of the Water Park executives.

"We lay down an absolute carpet, covering every back access to the big, mega resorts. If the two of you have no jurisdictional problems, the more we can pull in, the merrier."

"Fire away Cob," Tim said. "I sure as hell don't. I want this bastard stopped."

"Count me in on that Cob," Mike added. Cob sailed out of the conference room as some of the LEO's were leaving.

"Excuse me, all of you." They all stopped. "We need to cover all of the back entrance areas of the White Wolf and Tahitian Tropical. Tim and Mike have no problem with jurisdiction issues. Who's got spares that would help out?"

Clark Grant was the first to raise his hand. Sheriffs Chambers, Mercer and O'Connell were quickly behind. Matt looked at Hotch, who nodded with a small smile. "We need them here at nine tonight. I'm going to make contact with the two resorts and get their security on board as well. We'll plan tactical then. Our team will be part of that."

Rossi walked by Morgan. "Shit," he whispered, "I hate all-nighters waiting for something that may not happen."

Morgan smiled. "You and me both big dog."

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