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Now, maybe I can actually get to what Jane's up to and what exactly he just dragged Reid into, huh? And possibly give the CM team some more "screen time" … I feel I've been neglecting them ever since they showed up…

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Chapter Fourteen

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Jane led the way into the studio, glancing behind him at the younger man, looking around in slight awe at the large building. He smiled to himself and continued forward, frowning when a man in a dark blue uniform caught him by the arm, "Sir, you can't go in there," the guard said, keeping a grip on Jane's arm and turning him around back toward the entrance, "They're filming."

Jane made a face and jerked his arm away, huffing slightly and straightening his crumpled jacket, "Please don't put your hands on me, sir," he said in an irritated voice, glancing toward Reid, "We're here on police business. The Lila Archer case."

The guard sighed, "Mr. Bulkwright doesn't want to be bothered," he told him, "He said no one is to interrupt filming."

Reid frowned and dug his badge out, flashing it in the man's face, "Sir, I'm SSA Dr. Reid, with the FBI, and it's important that we go inside. It's regarding a homicide investigation and I can have you charged with obstruction of justice if you refuse to allow us entry."

The man hesitated, "Mr. Bulkwright –"

"We don't need to speak with him immediately," Reid cut him off, pressing his lips together tightly. "We can wait in his office for him. Just let him know we're here."

The guard eyed the badge and reluctantly nodded, "Fine, it's this way," He led them away from entrance and down a long, wide hall featuring movie posters, portraits and plaques lit from underneath with warm, glowing lights. The stopped outside of a wide door with a brass plaque reading "H. R. Bulkwright" in large, block letters.

"Just… don't touch anything," the guard warned them as he unlocked the office door and allowed them in, "I'll let him know you're waiting for him."

"Thank you," Jane smiled pleasantly at the guard as he left, shutting the door behind him. Then he turned to face Reid with a raised brow, "That magic badge really does work miracles for you Law Enforcement people, doesn't it?"

Reid shrugged, looking down sheepishly. He normally would never have done something like that, especially considering that the FBI technically wasn't involved in this case and he really wasn't working this case.

"You said that we needed to look around. And since I highly doubt Bulkwright's going to just hand you a copy of the script…"

Jane grinned wider, understanding now. "Didn't think you had it in you, Doctor," he mused, turning to survey the large extravagant office. There were more plaques, certificates, a college diploma and a large stack of file folders neatly in the corner of an imposing desk.

He made his way toward the folders quickly, sifting through them, muttering to himself. "Who needs all of these boring files?" he sighed, frowning as he opened the top folder and found a long, complicated financial document, followed by a list of expenses and necessities and things that apparently Bulkwright planned to use as tax write-offs.

"What is it?" Reid moved around to stand beside Jane, looking over his shoulder and reaching for the discarded papers, eyes moving down the page rapidly.

"Bills and expenses," Jane muttered, moving to the next folder and flipping it open, sighing, "Insurance policies…" he muttered, setting it aside and putting his hands on his hips. "If I were a movie script, where would I be?" he murmured to himself.

"What about in the desk?" Reid suggested, kneeling down and pulling open one of the drawers, inside he found more documents and papers, a schedule book and a handful of peppermint candies. Frowning, he closed the drawer and moved to the one bellow it, finding three large binders with movie titles. "I found it!" he smiled, pulling out the top movie script that read Crimson Tides on the cover. He passed the binder to Jane, who eagerly flipped it open and began scanning the pages, moving around to sit in one of the leather chairs in front of the desk.

Reid flipped the folders on the desk closed and picked up the one Jane had tossed to the side, frowning as he studied it, his brows scrunching together as his eyes moved rapidly down the page. "…Jane…" he looked up, his eyes wide as he stared at the other man.

Jane glanced at him curiously, "Hm?"

"This is a copy of an insurance policy…" he murmured, holding up a thin group of papers from inside the folder, held together with a silver paperclip. "With Lila's name on it."

Jane frowned and closed the binder, standing and taking the papers from Reid, reading over them with a narrowed gaze, "Why does he have this?" he thought out loud, tapping the papers thoughtfully as he studied them, flipping through the pages.

"Wait!" Reid suddenly snatched the papers back, staring at the document with narrowed eyes, "This isn't Lila's signature…"

"Are you sure?" Jane raised a brow, studying the younger man's face.

"I'm positive," there was an edge to Reid's voice. "Lila doesn't loop her 'L's that way." He pointed to the first letter, "And when she signs her last name, the 'A' doesn't connect to the 'r' at all."

Jane frowned, studying the signature, "So it was forged…"

Reid sighed, sitting the papers back in the folder and shutting it, "But it doesn't make any sense. Why would Harvey take out a policy on Lila's life that benefited me? How would he do that?"

Jane blue eyes suddenly widened as he realized what he'd been missing before, "It doesn't just benefit you, Spencer!" he said, moving around the desk quickly, snatching the binder where he'd left it and waving the younger man forward. "We need to talk to Celia again!"

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Hotch squinted against the sun as he climbed out of the SUV and hurried behind Agent Lisbon. They'd had a brief disagreement about exactly who would be driving, but in the end, this was Lisbon's investigation and her SUV, so the older agent relented and took the passenger seat.

He almost smiled at the shorter woman's determined strides as they made their way to the entrance. The woman was small and didn't look like much, but from what he'd seen so far, she was one hell of an agent and she wore that gun and badge like it was a second skin.

They made their way to the receptionist and the young woman sighed and rolled her eyes, "Miss Jorge isn't here," the girl said before Lisbon could even say anything. "You arrested her last night, remember?"

Lisbon made a face. She was seriously tired of dealing with this girl. "Actually," she said, "It's you that we want to speak with. This is Agent Hotchner, he's with the FBI." She motioned to the man standing next to her, "We just want to ask you a few quick questions about people who've been by Celia's office lately."

The girl looked annoyed but sat up and pushed a loose string of hair from her face, "Shoot," she muttered, still sounding annoyed and tired.

Lisbon clenched her jaw and Hotch stepped forward, glancing discreetly at her nameplate and clearing his throat. "Julie," he said, keeping his voice gentle and even, "We understand that you've been dealing with cops for the last few days. Trust us, we are just as eager to get out of your hair and get this case closed as you are,"

"Yeah, well, you arrested the killer already," the receptionist, Julie, said, still clearly agitated, "So why do you need to ask more questions?" she demanded.

Lisbon scowled, "We did arrest Miss Jorge," she admitted, "But during her interrogation, she mentioned finding something in her office that she didn't put there. We just need to know if you remember anyone going into her office when she wasn't there. Anyone acting strange."

Julie pursed her lips, frowning, "No. No one goes in her office when she's not here,"

"You're certain no one came?" Hotch asked, "What about when you went to the bathroom or lunch?"

"The bathroom's right down the hall, by Miss Jorge's office and I eat lunch here," Julie insisted, "There's no way anyone got into her office without her being there."

Lisbon frowned, "Are you one hundred percent sure of that? Did anyone try to get in there?"

"Beside you and your insane consultant dude?" Julie asked, raising a brow and smirking at them, "No. Wait…" she frowned thoughtfully, tilting her head.

"What?" Hotch asked, frowning at the young woman.

Julie licked her lips, "Mr. Bulkwright was here a few days ago…" she murmured lightly, "He had a meeting with Miss Jorge, but she was out, in a meeting with some screen writer or something," she shrugged, "But before she went out, she told me that if Mr. Bulkwright arrived before she returned, to just let him in. He was only alone for a few minutes, but…"

Lisbon's eyes narrowed, "Thank you, Julie. Was that so hard?"

Julie made a face and rolled her eyes again as the two agents quickly left the lobby.

"If this is the last time I have to see her, it'll be too soon," Lisbon muttered as they made their way to the parking lot and yanked the door on the SUV open.

"At least we learned something," Hotch told her, pulling out his cell phone to call Rossi and update the team. "We've got a new suspect at least."

Lisbon sighed, "Yeah. Harvey Bulkwright, the rich, influential movie producer. This'll be fun."

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Garcia was sitting at the table in the bullpen of the LAPD looking bored and worried, "Has anyone heard from Reid since this morning?" she asked, looking to Morgan and Prentiss.

"No," Morgan frowned, "Not since the interrogation."

"This isn't like him," JJ sounded even more worried than Garcia did, her cell phone sitting in the palm of her hand. She'd tried calling the younger man a few times and got no answer. It wasn't like Reid to ignore phone calls, but for the past few days, he rarely picked up his phone at all.

"He probably just went to clear his head," Rossi suggested, "He looked upset after the interrogation."

"Of course he looked upset," Prentiss said, "Wouldn't you?"

"But he's not answering his phone. What if something happened to him?" she demanded, her voice rising in pitch slightly as she stared at the others with wide eyes.

"I wouldn't worry too much," Rigsby said, walking back into the bullpen with Cho and Van Pelt and catching the end of their conversation. "Jane's been gone since this morning too; they're probably together."

"Doing what?" JJ asked, frowning up at the taller man.

Van Pelt smiled, "We never really know," she admitted, "Jane's always disappearing like this. He likes to go for walks and clear his head. Sometimes, he comes back with a new theory."

"And sometimes, he just comes back with doughnuts," Cho added, grabbed his jacket where he'd thrown it over a chair earlier, "What'd you find out from that Lewis guy?" he asked, glancing to Van Pelt.

She sighed, "He and Celia were in a meeting at the time of Lila's murder. There's no way she killed her."

Rigsby made a face, "At least we've got her on Obstruction. I think she knows something."

"I think you're right," Prentiss agreed, shifting in her seat, "She was still evasive even after she admitted to wanting to kill Lila."

"Search warrants came through," Cho announced, "They'll be sending you the footage, Miss Garcia."

Garcia opened her laptop and nodded, turning it on, "If there's anything to be found I'll find it," she assured them, rubbing her hands together for a moment before shifting in her seat, her eyes getting a determined look as she pulled up the footage.

"We're heading out to search her office and apartment," Rigsby said, glancing toward the other agents, "Wanna come along?"

"Absolutely," Prentiss was on her feet immediately with Morgan and Rossi right behind her.

JJ stayed seated, "I'll help Garcia," she told them, frowning at her phone again as she slid her chair closer to the technical analyst and looked at the computer screen.

"Ok," Cho nodded, "Van Pelt, you go to her apartment, Rigsby and I'll take the office." He glanced at the other agents, a little more wary to give them orders considering that they weren't part of his team.

Rossi stepped in for him, "Prentiss, you and Morgan can go with Agent Van Pelt, I'll go with Rigsby and Cho."

The two FBI agents nodded and hurried down the hall, Prentiss turned to the two woman at the computer as they left, "If you hear from Reid call us!" she ordered, "I'm starting to get a little worried…"

JJ nodded and sighed as she glanced at her empty coffee cup, looking to Garcia with worried blue eyes, "You think he's gonna be okay?" she asked.

Garcia pressed her lips together, "Junior G-man's tougher than he looks… but I don't know…" she hesitated, "He's acting weird lately."

JJ nodded and the two woman locked eyes for a moment, both thinking the same horrifying thought, but not daring to say it aloud. It would be like a betrayal to Reid to even say it. But it was hard to deny the possibility after the way he'd been behaving.

"We'll get him through this," JJ said, sounding more like she was trying to convince herself than Garcia. "He's not going to do it alone."

~M/CM~

A/N2: Well… This chapter was actually pretty fun to write. Hope you guys enjoyed it! Chapter fifteen coming soon and we'll find out a LOT more about this insurance policy and maybe clear a few things up ;)

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