A/N: Sorry about the delay, I had to write a good chunk of the ending to figure out where I was going. The geography was made possible by Google Earth. I make no claims of accuracy, or sensibleness.
"Phew." The Doctor wiped his forehead in an exaggerated fashion. "Well if nothing else, I now know who amongst you have defied your parents in the past." His eyebrows nearly met his hairline as he took the time to cast an appreciative glance to the three agents that had actively helped to ward away the angry woman. The man had a natural affinity for mischief-makers of any sort or age.
"Uh…" She was a pretty peculiar woman in her own right, but Penelope Garcia had never met anyone quite this strange before. For the time being, the best coping mechanism she could fathom was to simply be her freakishly productive self. "Okay, this is creepy. Like capable of catalyzing a serious case of the heebie-jeebies, creepy."
The Doctor looked downright perplexed. "Heebie-jeebies," he repeated questioningly, looking to his companions for guidance.
"Garcia," the unit chief spoke sternly before any could be given.
"Right." She mentally locked away her rising anxiety and pushed onward. "I was going through every social media network known to man, and I found two separate posts about 'weird' and 'freaky as shit' statues." She made sure to put the adolescent descriptions in air quotes. "This girl said that a 'weird statue' appeared outside of her apartment complex in Mt. Vernon, Virginia yesterday morning. Then, this guy says he saw an 'angel statue' in a park in Waldorf, Maryland on his way into work this morning. Says he's never seen it there before." JJ's phone began to violently pulsate on the surface of the table in front of her. "Given his reaction, I'd say he found the sight rather disturbing."
As Garcia finished her line of thought, the blonde agent picked up the device and answered the call. After a well practiced and concise conversation with who the others gathered to be the D.C. detective they had been collaborating with for the better part of the last week, she ended the call and stood from the table. "Detective Marsh just faxed over the next round of missing persons reports. I'll be right back." With that, she swept out of the room and made a beeline for her office.
She returned with a folder that contained far more sheets of paper than anyone was hoping to see. She opened the folder and placed it neatly in the center of the group. She proceeded to spread out the individual papers, arranging the reports geographically. "We've got six more. A 20-year-old woman and a 26-year-old man from Mt. Vernon, a 34-year-old man from La Plata and the last three were taken from Waldorf. A 23-year-old man, a 42-year-old woman and a 12-year-old boy." By the end of the list, JJ's voice was dominated by a heavy note of disgust.
"That fits." Reid had been diligently following along at the map he had pinned up four days ago, and had kept meticulously updated since. "That fits the location pattern we have. I've also noticed that this UnSub seems to be hanging around places with a higher population count for longer periods of time." He said this as he indicated the areas where the biggest clusters of people had been taken.
"So you think they're going to stick around Waldorf then," Morgan asked.
The Doctor turned suddenly serious, knowing all to well the dangers that awaited him in Waldorf, Maryland. The angel was his problem, his threat to contain. These people were woefully unprepared at best. There was absolutely no way that they possessed the knowledge, or ability, to deal with such a ferocious creature. The only problem was that he had no way of stopping them and, with the TARDIS out of commission, no way of getting there on his own. He could actually feel the adrenaline rising in the room. These people were dying to get to their SUV's now that they had a solid location.
Without wasting a second, he retrieved his sonic screwdriver and took aim. As Derek and Hotch fumbled with the door, and eventually let Spencer in for a look, the Doctor remained quiet. He was busy formulating his argument, but noticed Amy inconspicuously shifting closer. She spoke in a breathy, hushed tone. "What are ya doin'?"
He didn't respond. Fully satisfied with his stratagem, he stepped forward. "You're not going to be able to open that."
The opening statement was, at best, ill received.
Hotch tilted his head, confounded by the new hindrance. "There's no lock on this door." The inflection in his voice made it seem like more of a question than what it really was.
The Doctor tipped his own head in kind. "There is now."
"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" Morgan was livid. "Whatever you did, fix it."
A lesser man would have backed away from the unadulterated fury in the other man's eyes. "No."
It took the combined efforts of Rossi, Prentiss and Hotchner to restrain Derek Morgan. Emily had positioned herself between the two and, facing the Doctor, she was pushing back hard with all the strength in her legs. "What are you trying to prove," she tried. "You got us to trust you, why lock us in here and prevent us from saving innocent people?"
He began pacing back and forth. "You only trust me to do no harm. You don't believe me when I tell you that the perpetrator in this case is not of this world. You're still referring to it as an 'UnSub', 'he' and 'they'. I need you to believe that part, unequivocally, before you all go after it." They could feel Derek relax a bit. "This is a species known as the Weeping Angels. They are a very dangerous species. In a way, they're like your serial killers. It's just that they kill you very, very slowly."
"So one of these things is out there and it's, what, turning people to stone?" JJ was barely containing her own frustration.
"No," Reid said. "If that were the case, we would have found statues of the victims at the abduction sites." He looked to the Doctor. "How do Weeping Angels kill?"
"They send you back in time." Amy was quite familiar with the unnerving process. "Any point in the past, could even be before you were born."
"Unless they need a voice that is," the Doctor added. "If you're lucky, they just snap your neck with a quick proficiency in order to use a copy of your residual consciousness to communicate."
"What do they get by sending people back in time?" The human mind can rationalize just about anything, if one is willing to let it wander. As a seasoned profiler, Dave had rationalized a lot of dark acts in his life. It wasn't really all that difficult for him to jump on the psycho-angel-statue train.
"Potential energy," the Doctor answered without missing a beat. "It's what they feed off of."
Spencer frowned. "The energy possessed by a body by virtue of its position relative to others, stresses within itself and electric charge."
"Ah, yes… Physics! However, that's not the potential energy to which I am referring." He really did enjoy the way the young man cringed. The Doctor could tell that he had finally stumped Spencer Reid.
"You mean 'potential' as in the years that the victims could have spent living in their proper lifetime, right?" Emily wasn't certain that she'd put it together correctly, and the way that the man looked at her told her for sure that she'd been wrong.
He narrowed his eyes and, once he realized it was agape, clamped his mouth together. With pursed lips, he began to nod. "Precisely. They feed off of the energy created."
"So," JJ began again, "the younger the victim, the more energy created?" The Doctor nodded. "Then we've already wasted too much time here. We need to get out there, and now."
"You have no idea what you're dealing with," he argued.
"And that's why you and you're friends are coming with us." Prentiss spoke with an air of finality. "Come on, you can brief us on the way," she pleaded.
A/N: I just kind of glossed over the description of the Weeping Angels because I'm assuming you wouldn't be here if you didn't know what they were.