A/N: I apologize for the cop-out dream chapter, but I wasn't sure how else to get out of the corner I felt backed into lol. Here's the new instalment!

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Chapter 13: The BAU

Paige Baker hadn't stopped shaking since the FBI had hauled him into the police station. He was sitting ramrod straight in an interrogation room, with his hands clasped in his lap. He was waiting for the agent that had arrested him to come back with a glass of water. His dad had already given the FBI a piece of his mind, but he was too good of a cop not to see that his son had been in a bad place at the wrong time.

Hotch watched Paige through the one-way glass. The kid was nervous; he kept tapping his foot, realizing he was tapping his foot, and then he would start tapping his fingers instead. When he realized he was tapping his fingers, he'd go back to tapping his foot. Paige had not yet asked for his phone call. Hotch figured that was because his father, Sheriff Baker, was standing outside the holding cell, also watching through the glass.

"Paige isn't capable of any of the things done to our victims," the sheriff said.

Hotch noted doubt in the man's voice. "Finding out that our children can grow up to be monsters is difficult."

Baker shook his head. "It's bad enough that Celeste is…different. Not Paige. Not my boy."

Hotch looked up at the older man. "How long have you known Celeste was different?"

Baker frowned. He did not like talking about Celeste's "ability". He sighed. "Her whole life there was always something a little off about her. My wife said she'd grow out of it, but it just kept getting worse. First it was the weather. She always knew when it would rain, like she had a bad knee. Then it was visitors, or the exact time the mailman or pizza guy would come.

"And then one day, I got a phone call from the principal at Celeste's school asking me to come pick her up and take her home early. According to her teacher, she had suddenly stood up in class and screamed for someone to call 911 because Jackie Caffrey's mom was having a heart attack. No one believed her. Not even me."

"And?"

"Jackie found her mom dead in the kitchen when she got home from school."

Hotch let a contemplative silence fall between them before continuing. "How did Celeste handle it?"

"She wouldn't talk about it. She was just a kid. I don't think she understood what was happening. She never had an episode like that again. Not until we were at the cottage, and she told me her brother was drowning."

"You believed her then?"

Baker nodded. "I learned my lesson after the first time. I've never doubted her since. She knew when…" His voice trailed off.

Hotch nodded. He knew what the rest of the sentence would be: Celeste had known when her mother would die. "Excuse me."

Baker nodded, his eyes fixed on his son on the other side of the glass.

Hotch joined JJ and Prentiss in the main office, where Reid had been working. Files were still strewn about on the table, but they were slightly more organized than the way the young agent had left them the night before. Hotch guessed JJ had moved them.

"Any word from Reid or Morgan?" Hotch asked.

JJ shook her head. She was worried; it was written all over her face. Prentiss was worried, too, but she hid it better.

"Do you think—I mean, do you…Reid's dream. You don't think maybe…?"

"Reid had a nightmare, JJ. We all know he has them often, and usually keeps them to himself. This one is no different from any other. I'm sure he and Morgan went somewhere for lunch to talk about last night."

"Then why doesn't he answer his phone?" Prentiss asked.

"Why don't either of them answer their phones?" JJ amended.

"Dead battery," Hotch said flatly. "JJ, I need you to find a complete list of Celeste Baker's clients. Find out which ones were born on Friday the Thirteenth, and see if there's a connection beyond that. We need to get ahead of this killer."

"But the Baker boy—"

"I'm not convinced he's our unsub."

"How do you know?" Prentiss wondered aloud. "He was at the crime scene. He hasn't got an alibi. Did his psychic sister tell you he was innocent?"

Hotch ignored the jibe. "Both Bakers are hiding something. I think they're protecting Celeste. We have to make sure no one else gets hurt, and running a background check on the clients is the easiest way to start. Maybe we can predict who'll be next."

JJ asked, "Reid and Morgan?"

"Get Garcia to trace Reid's and Morgan's phones if they haven't checked in in an hour."

He walked out of the office.

Prentiss arched her eyebrow at the concern on JJ's face. "He's alright, you know."

"They, you mean,"

"We both know which one you're most worried about."

"We both know that Spence isn't very good at being caught in the middle of the action."

"He didn't become a field agent by accident, JJ. Relax. Have a little faith in him for once."

JJ nodded. "Still…I wish he'd call."

Meanwhile, Baker had finally decided to go in to talk to Paige. He was determined to get the truth out of his son, no matter what he had to do to get it.

"Tell me what happened," Baker said gruffly, sitting down across from Paige.

"I told you, Dad! I just dropped Ryan off, that's all! Where's Celeste? She'll tell you I'm not lying. I don't know what else to say."

"You can start with the truth." He cut his son's protest off with a wave of his hand. "If you went home last night, what were you doing passed out in the yard, Paige? It doesn't make sense any way I thjink about it. Did you go back? Why? Did you forget something? Did you have Ryan's keys so he wouldn't drive himself home drunk, and then you forgot to give them back? I'm trying to understand how you got there."

Paige didn't have an answer. The truth was, he couldn't remember what happened after Ryan had gotten out of his car. He had fumbled with his keys, dropped them, and then…had he followed Ryan in? Paige frowned in concentration. It felt as if the memories were right at the surface, but he couldn't open them.

"I don't remember," he said at last. The more he thought about it, the more sure he was that he had followed Ryan into the house. He must have helped him in; Ryan had been very drunk. Yes, he remembered that, now. Ryan had stumbled up the driveway, and dropped his keys. Paige had been the one to pick them up, and unlock the door. The house had been dark; Ryan's mom had already gone to bed. Ryan had turned on the lamp, and then…and then…

Paige met his father's gaze with large, frightened eyes.

~~*~~

An hour later, JJ was on the phone with Garcia, telling her that Reid and Morgan were still missing. It was just after two in the afternoon. Garcia was in the middle of trying to calm JJ's nerves when Hotch, Rossi, Prentiss, and Sheriff Baker raced past her.

"Hang on, Garcia," JJ said into the phone, as she chased after the four officers. "What's going?"

"We just got a call from a local motel. A disturbance of some kind," Rossi said quickly.

"And get this: the owner's birthday falls on Friday the Thirteenth," Prentiss added.

"Reid? Morgan? Any word from them?"

Rossi shook his head.

"JJ, stay here. We'll call when we get to the motel," Hotch stated.

"Something's up Garcia," she said into the phone. "I can't explain it, but I'm terrified."