Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of Criminal Minds or Without A Trace or the lyrics to 'Jesus of Suburbia'

Chapter 11 – The Missing Pieces of the Profile

Lower Manhattan, Manhattan, New York

New York City FBI Field Office, Missing Persons Unit

The BAU entered the Missing Persons bullpen as if it were their own. They had become so comfortable in their new surroundings over the past couple of days. Martin walked over and greeted them as they sat down at the conference table. "Good morning," he said cheerily. "How's your arm?" He asked looking at Reid.

"Two broken bones, one in my forearm and the other in my wrist." Reid was distracted by the way the song lyrics were now displayed on the whiteboard. He turned to Gideon and pointed towards it.

"We were working on this yesterday." Gideon got up out of his chair and moved towards the whiteboard.

The lyrics were displayed as follows:

The lines that were italicized were grouped together:

The Jesus of Suburbia

City of the dead

City of the damned

The lines that were italicized in red:

No one really seems to care

I don't care if you don't care. Everyone is so full of shit! Born and raised by hypocrites.

I don't care!

Dearly beloved, are you listening?

Nobody's perfect

The lines that were underlined:

I'm the son of rage and love

Bible

But there's nothing wrong with me

This is how I'm supposed to be

I lost my faith

And I walked this line a million and one fucking times

I don't feel any shame, I won't apologize

Running away from pain when you've been victimized

Tales from another Broken Home

And finally, the lines that were scratched out:

Ritalin

Love

Debt

To alcohol and cigarettes and mary jane

To keep me insane and doing someone else's cocaine

"Home is where your heart is"

Am I disturbed?

Am I retarded?

So I run, I run away

Reid stroked his chin and then turned back to his team members. "He's justifying his actions in the first three groups of lyrics but in the fourth…."

"What?" Gideon asked interested.

"Well one would assume that by scratching out the lyrics than he's telling us that that's what he's not."

"Okay," Elle started tentatively, "so he doesn't take prescribed Ritalin, he isn't experiencing love and he, or most likely his parents aren't in debt. He doesn't smoke, drink, or do drugs, typical teenager," she added sarcastically. "By crossing out 'Home is where your heart is', that shows his anger towards his parents. He obviously doesn't feel bad about his actions if he isn't questioning his state of mind," she said pointing to the lines, "Am I retarded?" and "Am I disturbed?"

"And by crossing out the line 'So I run, I run away' he's saying that he's not going to stop until he's caught," Hotch said almost depressingly.

"I dunno but if he's choosing to use these particular lyrics than he's one angry teenager," added Morgan.

"That's what we have to focus on." The team turned to Gideon as he spoke, "The fact that he's a teenager, he's inexperienced, emotionally unstable…"

Reid just remembered the aspect of the profile that he and Elle had discussed the night before. "Oh, Elle and I discovered that our unsub has to attend a private school." Everyone except Elle looked at him curiously. "Since our unsub doesn't have his signature on file than he couldn't be attending a public school because they require student IDs where as private schools don't and since our unsub is too intelligent to be a dropout…"

"Elle did you go to a private school?" Morgan asked inquiringly. When she nodded he asked, "Which one?"

"I went to Packer Collegiate Institute in Brooklyn Heights."

"You were a Packer Pelican?" Vivian asked surprised.

"Yeah," Elle laughed and turned red at the same time.

"Garcia, how many private schools are there in Brooklyn?" Hotch asked quickly.

"There are," Garcia tapped a few more keys, "six." Hotch gestured for her to elaborate. "Packer Collegiate Institute on Joralemon Street, Saint Ann's on Pierrepont Street, Brooklyn Heights Montessori on Court Street, Brooklyn Friends School on Pearl Street, Poly Prep Country Day School on Prospect Park West and Seventh, and the Berkeley Carroll School on Carroll Street and Lincoln Place."

"Are all of them high schools?" Asked Reid.

"Nope, Brooklyn Heights Montessori only goes up to grade eight." Garcia answered after sending the computer more commands.

"Okay we're down to five. Can you get into the student directories?" Asked Morgan hopefully.

Garcia looked up and smiled, "You bet I can honey!"

"Excellent," Reid said excitedly. "We're looking for a left-handed male, aged fifteen to eighteen, without a driver's license or permit."

The room full of people focused on Garcia as she typed furiously. "I narrowed down your list of 12,000 to 264."

"That's my girl," Morgan said proudly. "Start printing."

Elle stretched in her chair, her body felt so tense. She had been sat in the same exact position since she came in. She decided to take a break before Garcia finished printing the list of potential suspects. "Guys I gotta take a walk and stretch my legs." She got up out of her chair and walked towards the break room.

Reid watched her walk away. Since he had woken up this morning all he wanted to do was talk to her. He couldn't take it anymore so he searched his brain for a believable excuse to leave the bullpen. He looked down into his empty coffee mug, "I'm going to go and get more coffee." He followed Elle towards the break room.

She saw him enter the room through the corner of her eye but she didn't acknowledge him. She was actually surprised at how nervous she was to talk to him. He laid his mug on the counter only as a source of noise so that she would notice him. She looked up as the ceramic mug hit the countertop.

"Elle," he started hesitantly, "we should probably talk about that thing."

Elle looked around; you couldn't see the bullpen from where they were standing but the break room was actually a very open spot. She gave him a look as if to say "not here".

Reid looked past her, in the direction of the other exit from the break room. He walked towards it and gestured for her to follow him. They had only walked a short distance down a hallway when he stopped and opened a door. He let Elle enter first, and then he followed her, closing the door behind him.

He had taken her to a small room with filing cabinets covering three walls; there were no windows and only one door. Martin had showed him the filing room the first day they were here.

Reid stayed in front of the door while Elle leaned on one of the cabinets. He looked at her from across the tiny room with big, puppy dog eyes, but she was determined not to express her feelings first.

After a few moments of complete silence, he finally gave in. "So about what happened last night…" She nodded slowly, encouraging him to say more. "I thought about it…did you think about it?"

She nodded once again, "Yeah, I did," she replied uneasily.

"I umm…" he ran his right hand through his hair awkwardly. He honestly had no idea what he was doing; he had never done anything like this before. Because of his lack of experience he decided to stop beating around the bush and come right out and say it. "I can't stop thinking about you."

She said nothing. Instead she walked across the room and pushed him lightly up against the door, she was very careful to avoid his injured arm. She pulled down on his tie and kissed him passionately.

Unbeknownst to them both, they were both experiencing similar emotions. They both felt relieved, excited, and shocked, but most of all they both felt that they were now entering uncharted territory.

Once she pulled back from the kiss, she looked up at him and said, "I think that we should keep this between us, at least for now."

Honestly, he didn't want anything to ruin the moment so he just nodded and said, "Okay."

She gestured for him to leave the filing room first and she followed him back to the bullpen a few minutes later. She found Hotch, Morgan, Gideon, JJ, Reid, Garcia, Samantha, Martin, Danny, Elena, Vivian, Jack, her brother, and Detective Perry, shifting through files with a large stack of papers in the middle of the conference table.

Garcia looked up from the sheet she was perusing just in time to see Reid "inconspicuously" watching Elle. She turned her computer screen slightly towards JJ and typed 'I think I smell an office romance brewin.' JJ held in a laugh and looked at Garcia as if to say 'What?' when Elle took a seat between Morgan and Hotch and asked, "Anything?"

Martin shook his head, "Not so far."

"Ooo, I might have one," said Elena excitedly. "Peter Roberts, sixteen, captain of the rugby team, parents divorced almost three months ago, works at a mini-mart in East New York."

"What's his grade point average?" Gideon asked questioningly.

Elena looked further down the page and sighed, "Only 2.2." She threw the paper in the 'definitely no' pile and took another off of the large stack.

Danny spoke next. "Gabriel Downs, seventeen, 3.5 GPA, lives with his mother."

Gideon shook his head, "No, our unsub's mother has definitely left his life. He lives with his father."

The group remained silent until Hotch came across the sheet of Darren Clark. "Darren Clark, eighteen, 3.9 GPA, middle linebacker on the football team, parents' divorce became final on January 1st, he lives with his father in Brooklyn Heights, and his grandmother lives in East New York."

Elle smiled, "Parents' divorce became final almost two weeks before the murders of Paul and Claire Robinson and he has an excuse for whereabouts in both Brooklyn Heights and East New York."

"Sounds like our guy," Morgan said simply.

"Which school does he go to?" Jack asked.

Hotch looked at the emblem on the top of the page. "Packer Collegiate Institute."

Vivian glanced at her watch, "It's a little past ten. He's in school right now."

"Samantha, call and see if he's in today," Jack ordered.

Samantha pushed her chair on wheels over towards her desk and began dialing numbers on her phone. She disguised her voice, "Hello this is Darren Clark's cousin, is he in school today?" She received a quick response, hung up the phone, and then turned back to her fellow agents. She nodded, "He's in English class right now."

"Samantha, take Agent Jareau down to the third floor and get a warrant to search his house," Jack said while looking at Gideon.

Gideon turned to Hotch, "Take Elle and Agent Fitzgerald with you, bring him in."