Chapter Nine

Whilst working on the profile of whoever might have taken his wife, Spencer heard the now familiar wheezing of the big blue box. Running outside, he encounters the familiar figure; Spencer breathed a sigh of exasperation and drew the Doctor in for an embrace.

"Where's my daughter?" were the first words out of the Doctor's mouth when he was finally able to look Spencer in the eye.

"We think she was kidnapped… Wait, how did you know…?"

"Slightly psychic paper, she sent me a message." The Doctor flashed his leather wallet: 'Help Me. Come Quickly. L' and with that the Doctor moved swiftly into action.

As they all talked about possible suspects Spencer and the Doctor sat quietly in the far end of the room. Suddenly the Doctor sat bolt upright and shouted;

"I'll find her, to find her kidnapper you have to find her, and it just so happens that I've…"

"Look, Doctor, I appreciate that she sent you the message but we have to build a profile based on what we already know, which is very little." Hotch tried to explain. The Doctor sat back down.

"Do you fancy coming with me for some fresh air, maybe a coffee?" he asked Spencer, before Spencer could answer though he found himself being dragged to his feet and out the door by his father-in-law.

Once outside the Doctor turned to Spencer and said, "I'm not taking you for coffee, we're going to go and find her, and I have just the tool." After that the Doctor clicked his fingers and the TARDIS door swung open.

"You've re-decorated! I like it, but how is the TARDIS going to help us get Lisa back?"

"Do you have anything of hers, a scarf perhaps? Or even just a sock? Nothing, you've got nothing? Well we'll have to stop off at your house then this baby's nose will lead us straight to her, better than a bloodhound my TARDIS!"

In the warehouse Lisa stared at the man she thought she'd killed all those years ago.

"Who did I kill? If it wasn't you who did I kill that day? The day I finally snapped?"

"My twin brother, I saw how he looked at you so I gifted you to him, guess I picked the wrong day" Remmie laughed "and now, I've come to claim what's mine."

"I'm married, to an FBI agent. He'll be looking for me as we speak! Let me go, please? I have two kids, they need me." Lisa began to sob; Remmie began to move toward her. "I'M PREGNANT!"

Spencer stepped out into his bedroom and began to pick up random objects that belonged to Lisa, her shirt, a dress, and a shoe.

"Ah, that should do the trick. Now, to get her energy off them…" the Doctor fiddled around with the sonic screwdriver and eventually found what he was looking for, a translucent wisp that was the faintest shade of pink rose from Lisa's shirt "See this is like her sent, the TARDIS can lock on and take us to the time and place she is, didn't I tell you my ship is better than a bloodhound?" the Doctor grinned at the amazed man standing to his left.

In the warehouse Lisa's sobbing had ended and she was sleeping. "Didn't I tell you that we'd have kids some day? I want this to be my child." Remmie placed a hand on her stomach and then moved a stray hair out of her face, "So beautiful." He mumbled to himself. Suddenly a kind-of wheezing sound filled the space, when he turned around he was confronted by two men; one in a bowtie and tweed jacket pointing a small stick at him, the other was tall and thin with casual clothes on. "That's my daughter, and I want her back." The tweed jacketed stranger demanded. This made Remmie laugh.

"Her dad bailed on her years ago, just after she was born. And anyway someone so beautiful could never have come from you, look at yourself…" Remmie snorted and turned away.

"Dad, is that you?" Lisa awoke from her slumber, having been disturbed by the roar of the TARDIS engines, looked up and saw the two men she loved most in the world. She rushed towards them "Daddy! Spencer, oh my gosh, I thought I'd never see you again." The rest of what she said was muffled by her husband's shoulder.

"Like I said, I want her back, and I'm going to take her and you're not going to stop me. Are you?" the Doctor looked questioningly at his daughter's captor.

"What if I am, what are you going to do about it? Tweed boy!" Remmie advanced on his adversary, "Hmm? I'm still waiting for my answer." This time Spencer spoke:

"I'm going to beat your **! How dare you kidnap my wife, oh when I'm finished with you, you're going to wish you'd left her alone on that street!" Spencer leveled his eyes at his wife's kidnapper, he then lunged, adrenaline is a powerful thing, and began a struggle with Remmie.

"Stop, stop, STOP!" Lisa yelled just as Remmie poised his knife at Spencer. They all turned to her. "Just stop fighting! Okay, Remmie?"

Spencer looked at his wife slacked jawed and then at her captor. Remmie had so much love for her in his eyes, but that's impossible…

"Why's that Spencer?" came the Doctor's voice, ah! He'd been thinking out loud again.

"Because, erm, she killed him years ago." Spencer reluctantly admitted.

"Ah I see. But why?"

"He raped me, repeatedly. Only I didn't kill him, I killed his twin brother!"

Hearing this, the Doctor became enraged: "How dare you! Spencer, end this now, call your team tell them where we are!"

The Doctor restrained Remmie and Spencer pulled out his cell phone, calling Hotch's number. "He didn't hurt you did he?" the Doctor asked his daughter

"No, he wanted to though, you got here too quick." Lisa looked at her captor. "Thanks for coming."

"Thank you for asking me to come, if it wasn't for me they'd still be looking. I take it you learned to harness you psychic powers then?"

"Yeah, a long time ago. Will you stay this time? Get to know your grandchildren?"

"I think that's the best idea I've heard in a while. Rory and Amy are on a belated honeymoon, it gets lonely travelling on my own besides Amy has my number!"

Lisa sighed, "Is that a yes?"

The Doctor snapped his head up; "Hmm? What? Oh, yes, yes, a million times yes!"

All was almost forgotten until Remmie coughed, "Now what to do with you? I should throw you into a supernova for what you did, but I'm not going to! You see I'm too kind for that, I'll give you two options: option one; I put in a word for you with Agent Hotchner, you get away with a miniscule prison sentence. Option two; I let them throw the book at you, as you so rightly deserve, and you spend the rest of your days in jail. Portly, fifty-year-old like you'll survive ten years, but not twenty or thirty. So what's it to be?" Remmie stared down the Doctor until he realized that he wasn't going to win.

"I'll take my chances!" Remmie spat.

"Fine, don't say I wasn't generous!" The Doctor stood just as the team burst in through the warehouse door.

"Didn't I tell you there was a faster way to find her? Find her and you find her kidnapper I said, but no it was all: 'Doctor we need to build a profile!' hate to say I told you so Agent but, I told you so."

"That's enough, they were doing their best! Dad we can't all be geniuses like you and Spencer now can we?"

"No, I was still right though!"

"Doesn't give you the right to gloat!" Lisa laughed, "Come on, let's go home!"

And with that Lisa, Spencer and the Doctor headed into the TARDIS, after shouting behind them that they'd see them in Quantico.