Me: I saw MGG on a giant poster in a store window for shoes! EEEEEEE!
I don't own CM or NCIS.
"Our greatest glory is not in never failing, but in rising up every time we fall."
~Ralph Waldo Emerson
The ticking clock echoed in Reid's head. His heel tapping out the milliseconds.
"Calm down, you're going to make my towers fall," Garcia warned, motioning to the wobbling towers.
"Sorry," Reid mumbled. He squinted slightly in the light as he looked at his watch. "They should be there by now."
Garcia and Reid both stared at their respective phones, whishing for news, any news at all.
JJ paced in her cell, rubbing her temple with one hand, the other wrapped around her waist.
"Man, couldn't he have at least given us a pillow or something?" Tony said from his spot on the floor.
"Tony, don't you think we should be focusing on getting out of here?" JJ asked, exasperated.
He propped himself up on an elbow and motioned to the room. "Do you see any possible way out of here?"
"Not yet, but we need to work on a plan!"
"Believe me, I've been in much worse situations than this. This guy doesn't seem like a problem at all. When he tries to get me out I'll just take him down."
"You really think it will be that simple?" JJ raised an eyebrow.
"Why wouldn't it be?"
"Look at his place. It's meticulously clean. Nothing is out of place. He's a perfectionist. He's thought of every possibility and planned for it. This is his life's work and he's not going to let it get ruined by one person."
"The other guy got away."
"Yeah, after his back was screwed up and he had a wing attached. And he's dead."
Tony couldn't argue with that one. "So what do we do?"
JJ shook her head. "I have no idea."
Reid jumped when Garcia's phone finally buzzed.
"Morgan?" Garcia picked up half way through the first ring.
"They're not here," Morgan's voice came over the speaker phone.
"What?" Reid asked involuntarily.
"They aren't here. We did find some more papers. Gibbs said to have McGee drive you over."
Reid was up and out of the room before Morgan could finish the sentence.
"What can I do?"
"Stay by the phone, baby girl. We need you ready."
"Hey! Doc!" Tony called when the doctor came back into the room.
"Please, please, call me Bob," Bob smiled amiably.
"Okay, Bob, can we get some blankets or pillows. Or dinner?"
"Oh, no need for the fluff, you will be moved to separate rooms very soon. As for food, you need to be on an empty stomach for surgery."
"About that surgery, I was hoping that I could oft out of that. I have a schedule I need to keep and a surgery just doesn't fit in."
"But this is a once in a life time opportunity!" Bob insisted. "You won't regret your participaition."
"But we don't want to participate!" Tony ignored JJ's warnings to shut-up.
Bob's face morphed from a happy, polite smile to a very upset frown. "You don't have a choice. You have been chosen, and you are going to do this. Whether you want to or not."
McGee pulled into the drive way and Reid jumped out, instinctively reaching for his messenger bag that wasn't there. What also wasn't there were his sunglasses, which he desperately wanted at the moment.
"Reid!"
Reid squinted in the direction of the house and saw Morgan motioning him in.
"Coming," Reid answered as he trotted over. He was ushered into the living room, where papers were spread over a coffee table.
"Tell us what you can find," Morgan said as he patted Reid on the shoulder.
Reid messaged his temple as he began reading. He had to work fast. They had lost enough time. I should have grabbed another cup of coffee.
Tony watched as "Bob" began to prepare for surgery. He can't be serious! He's a nut case!
"You should have kept quiet," JJ whispered under her breath. "You just antagonized him."
"If he's upset, maybe he'll make a mistake so we can get out of here."
"We don't even know where here is!"
Reid frowned at the page he was reading. With his free hand, he dug through the pages he had read until he found what he was looking for.
"Garcia," he called her as he stood and strode toward the other room.
"Got something good?" she asked.
"I need you to look up a Patrick Len. He's the owner of the science magazine Scott Dronsen worked for."
"What did you find?" Hotch asked as Reid entered.
"I found a slight discrepancy in what Dr. Clark wrote on these two pages. He mentioned someone here and referred to them as 'P', which I assumed was Dr. Phinkus. But then in this later page, he refers to the same person, but calls them 'L'."
"You're thinking initials?"
"Exactly! It wasn't much, but I remembered reading in the information on our victim that he worked for a man named Patrick Len. Garcia's looking it up right now." Reid switched to speaker phone.
"Patrick Len, went to school for veterinary medicine, but was kicked out when he was caught stealing corpses from the morgue. Ew, right? Anyway, Patrick went around on expeditions for a while trying to track down all sorts of creatures. We're talking Bigfoot and Nessie. He kept an online blog, but it failed. Eventually he settled back in D.C. and started this magazine which has been the most popular thing he's done. I'm sending his address to you guys now."
"Thanks, Garcia," Reid said before snapping the phone shut.
"Good work. Let's get going."
"I'm going to stay and finish reading these papers," Reid said, hurrying back to the paper stack. Something in the papers was bugging him.
The end is near!
Reid and Review!
~MyDarkAngel710
