Susan Bones and Ron Weasley are at the front desk at the Virginia base for the BAU.

Ron, who is more confident and somehow even taller than he was as a teen, impatiently taps his foot against the ground as he leans back on the front desk. Susan has a more professional image- she's standing straight and perfect if not for her head which remains focused on the sheets of paper in her hand. Both have red hair, but Susan's is darker than Ron's.

"Ms Bones? Mr Weasley? We were just informed of your visit and your, well-" Hotch says as he approaches. Ron cuts him off smoothly, straightening up and meeting Hotch's eye level.

"We're here to pick up Potter, yeah? Where is he?"

Hotch's demeanour immediately switches from polite professionalism to a more defensive form.

"I believe you requested to switch Potter's investigation from us to your 'Office of Security and Counter-Terrorism.' It wasn't a complete agreement on our part, and we were hoping to come to a settlement of sorts. The murders were done on US soil,"

Susan smiles at him with the most humouring grin Hotch has ever seen. They aren't taking him seriously.

"Though the incidents were done on American soil, the victims and your suspect are entirely of British and European citizenship. It would make the most sense to transfer the 'case' to our people," She says lightly. Behind her, Weasley nods with the notion of 'yeah, what she said.'

Hotch delivers his own tight smile and glances at the tense receptionist, the poor lady looks intimidated by this meeting between foreign governmental agencies.

"How about we move somewhere more private to discuss this further?" Hotch says, walking towards his office without letting them offer otherwise. A petty form of power play, but they follow and Hotch has always been used to compliance.

Morgan puts down his annotated files with an air of frustration.

This entire case has been far more convoluted than even they are used to. Mr Malfoy has been ignoring their contacts and Harry seems to refuse any further interviews despite whatever food bribe they can come up with.

Furthermore, Garcia and Spencer seem to be falling down some random rabbit hole involving failing electronics and disturbances in electrical fields. He had to convince Spencer to not meet up with a bunch of sketchy scientists that are studying 'strange' properties of some rare plants that supposedly emit electromagnetic energy.

Yeah, the camera malfunction in Potter's cell was strange, but Reid and Garcia's increasing interest in some subject far, far, unrelated to their case shows that they really are spiralling.

And if that weren't distracting enough, Potter himself has been acting suspiciously relaxed. There really was no way for Potter to have gotten into contact with anybody, and the last time he requested to phone somebody, he stopped and sheepishly admitted that he didn't actually know any numbers to call.

It feels like only he, Hotch, and Rossi are still invested in the case. Even JJ has been distracted lately with choosing a pre-school for her new kid.

Morgan glances up and towards Hotch's office, and is surprised to see that Hotch apparently has a meeting with two foreigners.

Foreigners, he concludes, because their voices raise with Hotch's as they argue over their current case and he can hear their accent through the walls.

Morgan raises an eyebrow towards Hotch and Hotch notices him, discreetly motioning for him to come over. Morgan sighs, gathers his things, and heads toward Hotch's office.

Harry is not particularly used to comfort. Not with his childhood spent in a cupboard, not with his teen years sharing one room with many other boys, or in his later teen years and adulthood on the run and Horcrux hunting. It's not something he's that stingy about, usually. Really, he doesn't really care about cricks in his neck or aches in his spine.

That doesn't mean, however, that he wouldn't prefer comfort. And the thin mattress on a wire bed frame is a bit bad on his back. He can't wait to finally get out of this place.

Morgan quietly enters Hotch's office, files in hand. His eyebrows raise at the sight of an obviously frustrated Hotch.

"Ma'am, you don't seem to understand that my team has already put enough work hours into this case. I'm giving you the possibility of working alongside us and sharing the case but it would be a waste of work and information if we were to just give you full ride over the case. Furthermore, despite the victims and suspect not being of American citizenship-" Hotch's careful explanation is cut off by the guy.

"Then give us whatever notes your team has collected," the man smiles sharply and continues, "I assure you that we could get this case done faster than whatever you do here. Besides, wouldn't your head of branch prefer for a 'terrorist' to be taken out of the US? He really shouldn't have been your problem to deal with at all,"

Wow, Morgan thinks, What a condescending asshole.

Hotch looks about ready to bite the man's head off so Morgan quickly steps more into the conversation.

"Sorry, who are these people?" he asks, purposefully looking towards Hotch for information instead of facing the two foreigners. Out of the corner of his eyes, he sees the woman make a discreet hand motion at the red-haired man. Weird, sign language?

"This is Ms Bones," Hotch gestures to the woman, "and Mr Weasley," Hotch finishes. He still looks tense.

"Could you show me where the bathroom is?" Weasley suddenly asks, eyes focused on Morgan. He's smiling genially enough.

Hotch stiffens next to him, and Morgan suddenly feels an instinctual warning of 'Danger!' shoot up his spine. He glances at Hotch and gives a slight shrug before turning towards Weasley.

"Sure, follow me,"

As Ron follows the agent to the bathroom, he begins to slide ut his wand. When they get there he thanks the guy. Another tense smile.

"I'll wait outside here and take you back when you're done," the man says, With a quick glance at any nearby security cameras and seeing none, Ron subtly reaches into his pocket.

Immediately, the man tenses and moves to pull out a weapon, but Ron is quicker.

A single stupefy is all it takes for the guy to no longer be a danger. With another spell, Ron levitates him into a stall and locks it.

Cool. Now where to find Harry?