A/N: Sorry for the wait guys. Life just keeps getting in the way! Thank you for all the reviews they really have been a great motivator. Hope you enjoy this chapter and please continue to rate and review!

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Tony and Ziva continued to go from house to house with little results. The neighbors were either too busy or too scared to talk. They walked up to a slightly dilapidated one story house painted a pale blue. Tony knocked three times and he and Ziva waited on either side of the mahogany door.

"This has been like pulling feet." Ziva complained. Tony face clouded with confusion before it was replaced with a bemused expression.

"You mean pulling teeth." Tony corrected.

Ziva just waved it away. "Same difference."

"Who is it?" A woman said cracking the door open just wide enough to stare at Tony and Ziva.

"Good afternoon ma'am. I'm Agent DiNozzo, this is Officer David. We're with NCIS." Tony introduced as he and Ziva flashed their badges.

"I'm sorry but I've never heard of your organization." The women said not opening the door any wider.

"It stands for Naval Criminal Investigative Service." Ziva explained impatiently. "We are looking for a suspect who could possibly live in your area."

"Would you mind if we come in and ask you some questions?" Tony asked gently flashing the women a charming smile. The women smiled back and opened the door fully, silently granting them entrance before retreating into the house.

"Sometimes you can catch more bees with honey than with vinegar Ziva." Tony whispered as they moved through the small carpeted hallway.

"Why would I want to catch bees?" Ziva said back as they entered the living room. Tony chose not to answer.

The living room had a small couch and two love seats wrapped in clear plastic. There was a mantel which housed many pictures of what the agents assumed were her grandchildren but the main attraction was elephants. Pictures, ceramic statues in all sizes, elephant knickknacks were everywhere.

"Ma'am the person that we're looking for is male and is tied to some sort of religious organization. Do you know anyone in this neighborhood like that?"

"Please call me Susan and this isn't exactly the holiest place to live." Susan answered. "But Jehovah's witnesses come around every so often. I'm surprised they haven't been scared away by now."

"So there are not any churches or centers or anything remotely religious?" Ziva asked.

"Well there is a church but it's a few blocks away. This neighborhood has changed over the years. There are still some good people mixed in with the bad but not enough to really change anything." Susan answered with a sad shake off the head before checking her gold wrist watch.

"I'm sorry but my grandchildren are coming over and I only get to see them every couple of weeks. Are we done?"

"Yes we are but feel free to call us if you remember anything." Tony answered handing her his card. Quietly the two NCIS agents let themselves out.

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"It feels like we've been to at least a hundred houses." Emily sighed as she and Reid continued walking down the street.

"Actually we've only been eleven." Reid corrected as he repositioned his sunglasses trying to ignore the people undoubtedly staring at them.

"How long have we been at this again?"

"Thirty-seven minutes, fifteen seconds, and eight milliseconds." The genius answered consulting his pocket watch.

"Well you know what they say, twelfth times the charm." Emily said as Reid knocked on the door of a red brick one story house.

"Can I help you with something?" Asked a brutish man as he answered the door. His pale but muscled arms were covered in blonde hair matching the hair on his head. Green eyes looked at them with slight irritation.

"This is Emily Prentiss and I'm Dr. Spencer Reid. We're with the FBI." Reid introduced as he and Emily flashed their badges.

The blonde male merely raised his bushy eyebrows causing them to disappear momentarily behind his bangs.

"We were wondering if you could answer some questions Mr.…"

"Paul Hendricks." Paul answered. "Is this mandatory?"

Emily shook her head while Reid looked passed him into the house managing to make out the kitchen and the dining room.

"Then if you'll excuse me-" Paul moved to close the door.

"Sir while it isn't mandatory it would really help the investigation. Unless you have something to hide?" Reid cut him off.

"Look twiggy I'm not answering your damn questions and I don't have anything to hide." Paul said abrasively.

"If you don't have anything to hide and since you clearly have nothing to do seeing as you're home at eleven o'clock in the afternoon then why won't you answer our questions?" Reid argued unperturbed by the glare sent by the man before him or the crazed look he was sure Emily was sending him. There was something about this Paul that made Reid feel funny.

"That gun won't do anything for you if I rip you're face off." Paul said menacingly stepping into the genius's personal space. Emily moved to intervene but Reid stopped her with a hand gesture.

"It's clear that your brain isn't doing anything for you." Reid muttered casually with a shrug. Emily gasped and Paul lunged tackling him to the ground. Reid anticipated as much and quickly gained the upper hand kneeing him in the gut. Paul doubled over in pain allowing Reid to gain the upper hand and cuff him.

"You're under arrest for assaulting a federal agent." Reid said breathlessly.

"What the hell was that?" Emily exclaimed.

"There's a knife missing from the butcher block and a bible on the table." Reid said still trying to regain his breath. Emily looked at him then at the open doorway and shook her head.

"Call Hotch and tell him we're bringing in a suspect and it might be a good idea to call Tony and Ziva and a squad car."

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"So let me get this straight. Reid antagonized a suspect to attack him, got into a fight with the suspect, won the fight, and managed to keep this guy subdued until a squad car got there?" Morgan asked not bothering to hide the disbelief from his voice.

"It was pretty amazing." Emily said nodding from her spot next to Morgan in the interrogation viewing room.

"Where are DiNozzo and David?" J.J. asked eying Paul who seemed to get more irritated by the second.

"They stayed behind to ask the neighbors about Paul." Emily asked. "I better get back to help finish the profile."

"Yeah we better go." J.J. agreed walking to the door with Emily followed by Morgan.

"Man I still can't believe our Reid did that." Morgan exclaimed as they entered the conference room.

"Can't believe our Reid did what?" Hotch asked the three of them almost coming across fatherly.

"Reid picked a fight with a suspect and won." Morgan answered the awe still in his voice. Hotch's lips turned upward in one of those barely there smiles before turning back to his file.

"You know I'm right here don't you?" Reid huffed from his seat next to Hotch. They all smiled at him but said nothing.

"So are you gonna interrogate him?" Dave asked directing the question to the unit chief.

Hotch shrugged. "Either myself or Gibbs."

"Well he doesn't look like he'll be easy to crack." J.J. warned them and Emily and Morgan nodded in agreement.

"It's never easy." Gibbs suddenly entered the room with McGee in tow.

"Uhh Agent Hotchner I looked up everyone in the comfort zone with a criminal record." McGee said.

Hotch looked at him expectantly. "McGee?" He urged once the probie didn't speak.

"Oh right sorry, there are at least 17 people with a criminal record in the comfort zone. Fourteen of them are male." McGee reported. "Oh and Tony and Ziva called. They're on their way back."

"Thank you McGee." Hotch said politely before turning to Gibbs.

"Ready when you are."

Gibbs nodded and headed for the door with Hotch right behind him.

"You know this isn't gonna be easy?" Hotch asked once they were walking side by side.

Gibbs merely raised an eyebrow and sipped his coffee.

"Let the games begin."

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A/N: Okay here's the latest chapter. Is this Paul guy the UnSub or did Reid beat up a guy for nothing? Continue to rate and review!