Chapter 10

Reid raced into Jessie's make-shift office looking for the link to her clue. The office was in such disarray that was any military officer's nightmare. Papers, photos, facts and notes were covering every inch of the walls and desk. So much so, that the paint and wood could not be seen. Reid sighed, acknowledging that the room was in fact what he liked to call: a Jessie-mess.

Everything would make sense to her. Her filing system seemed strange, unethical and unorthodox, but it was the way her mind worked. Morgan followed behind Reid and upon seeing the Jessie-mess, he sighed too.

"Does any of this make sense to you?" Morgan asked as he pulled off a purple post-it.

"No, no, no!" Reid exclaimed. "Put that back." Reid grabbed the post-it and searched for its rightful place. Morgan pointed it out as he rolled his eyes and Reid stuck the purple post-it perfectly into place.

"Reid? Do you get any of this?" Morgan repeated.

"Jessie's mind works like a three dimensional Puzzle; if you have all the pieces and put them together, it makes perfect sense.

"Do we have all the pieces?" Morgan got frustrated.

"We do now." Reid held up the picture from Jessie's purse and looked for its place in the chaos. Morgan sat down and flipped open Jessie's Laptop. "You're not going to get anything," Reid said distracted, "That thing is way more than just password protected." Reid stated while he read through all the notes on the walls.

The computer switched on to a sea blue screen with a dummy-proof request for a password.

"You were saying?" Morgan teased a little and started typing.

"It's not going to be my name." Reid stopped him.

"When's Jessie's birthday?"

"She wouldn't use her birthday." Reid was halfway through the notes on the wall. "Or mine" he added quickly.

"What's her password then genius?"

"I don't know." Reid stopped for a second to think. "I know it won't be simple. It won't be bank codes, high school locker combinations or a book or CD she likes. With Jessie's mind running the way it does, it will be something completely random. It might not even be English."

"Wait; don't tell me she speaks ten languages!" Morgan got more frustrated.

"No not quite. Just five."

"Just?"

"Emily speaks four languages. Five's not that much."

"Alright, alright! How do we figure out the password?"

"Remember when I said Jessie's mind is like a three dimensional puzzle? Well, it is more like a four dimensions."

"What?" Morgan prepared for one of Reid's long explanations.

"It's like seven rubrics' cubes working together to form a whole new and complex puzzle. What that means is, there's no way we can figure it out. It would take forever."

"Got it!" Morgan reached for his phone. "I'll get Garcia on it".

Morgan dialed the number and called Garcia with the speaker on loud.

"Baby girl," he started, "I got Reid here and we've got Jessie's computer. We need…"

"Oh no no no no!" Garcia exclaimed. "Don't ask me to hack in!"

"We need to..."

"I can't."

"I know you can do it"

"It's not that I can't, but if I hack in it makes it real and I don't want it to be real."

"Baby girl…" Morgan urged.

"I know, I know. It is real! Get a grip. Okay" then Garcia started working and after a few minutes, she cracked the code and got past the password. "Password was 'Voetsek'." Garcia added. "Do you know what that means?"

"No." Reid said reluctantly after Morgan expectantly stared at him. "Jessie's grandmother, 'Ouma', used to say it. You pronounce it 'foot-sack'. I think Ouma's birthday was a week ago, Jessie might have been thinking about her when she changed the password this week."

"What did you find, Garcia?" Morgan wanted to get back to the point.

"Her most recently viewed files are inaccessible. I don't have that kind of clearance. But it is on her hard drive, although encrypted, and I'll get some information…." Garcia was working hard to help. "There! I got a name! Richard Mason Santio.

"Santio?" Hotch asked after Reid and Morgan had given him that information. "Wasn't he…" Hotch recognized the name, just as Morgan and Reid had.

"…a suspect?" Reid finished Hotch's sentence. "Yes he was, and had been eliminated because his alibis checked out for all the murders."

"Why was Santio suspected?"

"He discovered the first body. He owns a Morgue out in the middle of nowhere, but which is close to the first dump site. And he's just plain creepy."

"Morgan, we don't suspect people on their level of creepiness." Hotch said harshly. "I remember him now. We spoke briefly. But JJ conducted that interview and mostly talked to his assistant anyway. When his alibis checked out by more than three people, we moved on. We have his work address; it must be where Jessie was heading. We'll start there."