The rest of the lunch was spent exchanging stories of past law enforcement experiences, both by the BAU and by Captain Wright. Many of his experiences during his tenure on Gullwing Island were unique to the remote locale.

"As remote as you are, how do you rate two new officers?" Morgan asked curiously.

"I must do a good job training them," Captain Wright replied. "I get at least one rookie just about every graduating class. And, then, just when I get them trained, off they go to bigger and better things."

"Must get depressing," Rossi observed.

"You adjust," was the Captain's brief reply.

After Rossi and Reid had departed for the village, taking Officer Miller with them as their guide, Garcia carried her dessert and drink over to the corner where her computer was set up. As she began keyboarding, Morgan came over and sat down next to her.

"Okay, Baby Girl, let's power this thing up so you can work your magic," he said.

"If magic is what you want, magic is what you are going to get," Garcia promised him as facts and figures began scrolling across her screen.

As she waited for the information to settle into a recognizable pattern, Hotch walked over. "Garcia, do you have
everything you need?" he asked.

"Yes, Oh Great Leader of Us All," she announced with a smile.

Hotch looked a little discombobulated by her comment. He shrugged and looked at Captain Wright. "She doesn't get out much," he explained.

"And, yes, she did pass her last drug test," JJ added helpfully.

"Well, if you're all set, JJ and I are going to leave to visit with Dudley Bear's mother," Hotch told the tech. "We shouldn't be gone long."

Captain Wright followed the two agents to the door. "Down that road to the left," he told them, pointing. "It's about a mile, on your right. And, please, make sure you stay on the road! We already have one search going on."

"Okay, here we go," Garcia announced from her corner as the lines of data settled onto her computer screen.

"Isabella Dorak," Blake had come over and was reading over Garcia's shoulder. "Born here, on the island, and went to school here. Graduated from high school and went on to attend a university in Washington State where her major was botany. That all fits."

"After she graduated, she apparently moved to California where she spent some time working on an herb farm," Morgan continued reading. "Then, apparently, she went to Asia for 18 months. I would guess she was studying with an herbalist or two over there. Moved back here about three years ago and took up residence in her grandfather's place."

"No criminal record, although that doesn't mean that she isn't smoking the herbs, as well as growing them," Garcia was nothing if not a realist.

She moved on to searching for family records. "It appears her father was killed by a bear while she was in college, and her mother died of cancer about a year ago."

"Well, I think we have the basic facts," Morgan stood up and looked at Blake. "Want to take a walk in the woods?"

"It's a bit of a hike," Officer Ahronsohn joined them. "Let's get the helmets, and I'll take you." She looked at Blake. "This time you can ride with me," she told the obviously apprehensive agent.

When they arrived at Isabella's house, Blake had to admit that riding with Sylvia Ahronsohn was just as bumpy as riding with Morgan. After getting off the ATV, she still had to bend over and stretch her sore muscles.

"It does take some getting used to," the officer admitted. "I much prefer the snow machines we use in the winter months."

"No dog sleds?" Morgan asked, hopefully.

"Sorry, no," the officer told him. "The terrain on the island is far too rough. Plus, the cost of feeding all those dogs is way beyond our budget."

Blake surveyed the building in front of them. Apparently, it had started out as a basic log cabin, but as time went on and more room was needed, it had been added on to again and again. The resulting moss-covered building seemed to fit perfectly into the tree-filled background.

"Well, do we knock or what?" Morgan was unsure of the proper protocol in this rustic setting.

"We knock," Officer Ahronsohn told him. "And, if there is no response, we go look around back."

Blake knocked and they waited.