A/N: The second part of the previous chapter. Enjoy! :)

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except my OC.

Continued from Previous Chapter.

Closing the lid of her laptop, and placing it on the table next to her Evelyn took off her glasses. She sighed as she rubbed her eyes. The red head had been staring at the screen for a very long time and whenever she did, her eyes would start to ache. On the bright side she could operate her laptop while walking and she had chosen to walk along the length of the small dining room, just to stretch her legs a little, while still working on trying to find a signal. When the black spots had vanished from her vision and she placed her glasses back in their place, her blurred vision was replaced by an unblurred version of a water bottle. The red head, smiled up at the doctor who was holding it out for her.

"Thanks." She muttered, gripping the bottle and taking a gulp. Gripping the water bottle in both hands she looked at her friend who was still standing next to her.

"No luck with the phone then?" He asked. Evelyn shook her head.

"No. He's using a disposable cell. Those bastards are tricky to nail." She grumbled, taking another sip of water, more from to do something then out of necessity. Reid knew she was frustrated at not being able to detect the phone signal. If there was one thing Evelyn hated it was being played by these monsters, as she called them. He placed a hand on her shoulder, noticing, not for the first time, just how large his hand was in contrast with her shoulder.

"We'll catch the guy." He reassured her. His friend only responded with a nod. Spencer waited a few more seconds before he leaned forward, his face serious. He had to lean quite further down because Evelyn only came up to his chest. He was a six at the very least while she was a five.

"Gideon has a plan but it'll be really difficult."

The red head frowned, gripping her water bottle.

"Whats the plan?"

He told her, blue eyes widening with every word behind her glasses. She bit down on her lower lip when Spencer had finished. She sighed, moving to pick up her laptop and hugging it to her chest.

"This is why I prefer technology over profiling. At least I can understand the mind of anything electric." She patted the top of the laptop. "Humans not so much."

Spencer gave a small smile. "Well the human mind is a very tricky thing. It all depends on how good you are at reading a person." He looked like he was about to delve further into the topic, but Evelyn held up her hand.

"Save the lecture Doctor Spencer Reid with the three PhDs." He rolled her eyes at the nickname she had for him. She had used it on several occasions whenever she wanted to get out of a conversation she would think were heading towards a lecture. Evelyn glanced in the direction of the living room, worrying her bottom lip again.

"Mr. Davenport is not going to like it." The red head muttered.

Spencer nodded in agreement while Hotch, who had entered the room just then voiced his agreement.

"Agreed. But there isn't any other way." He nodded towards the laptop. "Any luck with the trace?"

Evelyn shook her head. "No. He's using a disposable cell. Can't get a lockdown on it." Hotch nodded in understanding.

"Doesn't matter. Keep trying while we go with the plan." He said, before exiting the room. As soon as he was gone Morgan poked his head in.

"Come on kids!" He called, a slight teasing glint in his eye. "You can play later." Evelyn and Spencer rolled their eyes simultaneously at the joint nickname.

"Just because we're both the youngest." The red head, muttered under her breath as they walked back into the living room. Elle, who had heard the comment patted Evelyn's hand in a sympathetic gesture, her tanned skin a great contrast with Evelyn's paler skin.

The phone began to ring.

The B.A.U. Team glanced at each other out of the corner of their eyes, but none of them made any movement or gave any indication for Davenport to pick up the phone. Davenport moved forward to answer but Gideon who had taken his place right behind Evelyn, his hand resting on her shoulder, stopped him.

"Hold on. Hold on. Hold on."

Davenport paused confused, glancing around nervously, as he did, hoping one of the Agents would explain what was going on. Neither of them looked at him. Gideon reached over Evelyn and flipped the switch declining the call.

"What are you doing?" Davenport asked, clearly astounded that Gideon would do something like that. Panic was setting in his tone, even Evelyn could see that and she wasn't even a profiler.

The phone started to ring again.

"Agent Gideon?" Davenport called out, worry lacing his voice.

There was a click as Gideon leaned forward and accepted the call.

"Hello?" He said, his voice low and polite.

"Tell me there was a technical issue with the line." The guy sounded pissed, which was exactly what they wanted according to the plan. "Because if you actually just hung up on m-" Evelyn quickly reached forward and ended the call.

"What the hell are you doing?" Davenport cried out, voice filled with outrage as he glared at the young bespectacled red head.

Almost immediately the phone started to ring.

"Are you gonna answer it?" Cheryl asked. She was torn between curiosity at what the Agents were doing and talking to the kidnapper to try and save her sister.

"Why is he doing this?" Her father glanced from one agent to the other, panic setting in. "What is he-what-you're gonna drive this guy crazy." He cried out, trying to move forward but Morgan and Hotch stopped him.

"Quiet. Please, quiet." Gideon requested.

The ringing began again.

As soon as it did, Cheryl cried out. "Somebody has to answer it!" She looked as if she were about to answer the call but Elle stopped her, pulling her back.

Davenport however all but lunged for the accept button, slapping away Evelyn's hand in the process as she reached forward to stop him. The slap stung but the red head wasn't even phased by the sting as she grasped the man's hand in a tight grip, pushing it away.

"Just answer the phone, for god's sake! Pick up the phone!" He all but screamed as Evelyn pushed his hand away. For someone with a small physique she was quite strong.

"Don't touch it!" Gideon commanded, pushing Davenport back where Morgan and Hotch pulled him back once again.

"He knows what he's doing." Morgan tried to get the man to calm down. Behind him Gideon accepted the phone call.

"Davenport residence." He began his voice pleasant.

"Are you out of your mind?" The kidnapper screamed over the line. "You do realize, you do understand, that I'll kill her?! Do you-" He was cut off again when Evelyn reached forward and disconnected the call.

This time the ringing started almost as soon as the call had disconnected.

"You're killing my daughter! Pick up that phone!" Davenport screamed, trying to throw off Morgan and Hotch. Of course he couldn't do anything about that. They were both highly trained FBI Agents. It would take more then just a push from him to get them to let go.

"Keep him quiet." Gideon asked of Morgan and Hotch while turning his attention to the distressed father.

"Get a hold of yourself." He advised, before picking up the call.

"She is dead!" Cheryl started to sob hysterically as soon as she heard the words. Elle pulled the girl to her chest, letting the sister cry. Evelyn's raised her eyes to look at Gideon who met her eyes briefly, giving her the confirmation that the plan was working before turning back to the phone.

"You hang up on me again, and I rip her open!" The kidnapper screamed. He sounded mad now.

Which was exactly what they had wanted all along.

"I'm sorry. You must have the wrong number." Gideon said, his voice soothing and pleasant as always, before he ended the call with a click.

"You killed her." Mr. Davenport said, his face stricken with grief his voice broken and choking as he held back his tears.

"No, sir." The Agent assured, turning his head to look at the father.

"Oh, yeah?" He growled out, standing up straight, while Morgan and Hotch hovered on either side ready to catch him if he tried to do anything. "Then what-what the hell do you think you're doing?" He asked, gesturing towards the equipment set up in front of them.

"I'm saving your daughter, ." The agent reassured him. "Have a little faith."

Again the phone started ringing. Evelyn reached forward and accepted the call after seeing Elle nod in her direction.

"Put Cheryl on the phone." The kidnapper requested. He seemed to have calmed down, he wasn't shouting anymore but Evelyn knew better. She may not know much about the human mind but she knew that the calm that he was projecting was certainly not normal. Gideon stepped forward as he answered.

"No. You're finished talking to Cheryl." He had adopted his authoritative tone now and the kidnapper noticed it as well.

"Listen to that tone of authority." He snarled through the phone. "Just like your published work, Agent Gideon. Fascinating to hear the same arrogant quality in your own voice. You are a bit of a pedant, Jason, a bit didactic?"

How in the world did the man know his first name? Evelyn glanced up to see her team members looking grim. Her own face was emotionless as she stared at the equipment in front of her, as Gideon spoke to the kidnapper.

"Well, that's a very interesting conclusion. You sound intelligent, and you certainly sound educated, and we both know that's not true."

"Oh, I know all about all of you." The man seemed to be enjoying this now.

"The ambitious Agent Hotchner?"

All eyes turned to look at the Agent who looked as grim as ever.

"Do you wanna be director of the FBI someday, Agent Hotchner?" The kidnapper asked, his voice getting louder and, if anything to Evelyn it sounded as if he were boasting. Which he was, she figured.

"Would you step on Jason Gideon to get there?" He continued, pausing for a second before continuing.

"I think you would. Post-traumatic stress is a very good excuse. Even your sick, pregnant wife can't get you to leave your post."

How in the world would he have known that?! Evelyn sat up straighter in her seat, a frown creasing her brow, lips pursed in a thin line. The man continued to talk.

"Jason Gideon, an expert in the criminal psyche yet unable to diagnose the autistic leanings of the very insecure Dr. Reid." Spencer seemed startled at the mention of his name but didn't say anything as the man went on with his little speech.

"Well, maybe he can make money counting cards in Las Vegas." He seemed to be spitting out the words then saying them.

"The lovely Elle was promoted too soon." Evelyn's eyes flicked towards Elle before going back to the equipment.

"She doesn't have what it takes to make it in the B.A.U. Boys club. You're no threat to me, you're no threat to anyone. And then there's little Evelyn Richardson." Different sets of eyes turned towards her but she ignored them as her eyes narrowed at the speaker where the voice was coming from.

"A stupid little girl who had no idea what to do with her life after daddy dearest died. Luckily she was saved by Agents Gideon and Hotchner who took her under their wing." He gave a loud snort, before continuing.

"How weak and pathetic. Are these the kind of people you're taking into the FBI now Agents?"

Evelyn was boiling with anger now, and it took all the self control she had to not smash the speaker with her bare hands. The kidnapper wasn't finished though.

"Token Derek Morgan wants to be taken seriously but he is just a pumped-up side of beef." Evelyn gripped the arms of her chair so tightly her knuckles turned paler then they already were. That was her family the bastard was talking about!

"I know who you are! I know how you think and I know what to do next! Do you?" The kidnapper screamed with a tone of finality in his voice before something clicked and the line went dead.

There was a moment of silence, which was broke by Evelyn who muttered under her breath.

"Pleasant fellow."

The words seemed to break the trance Davenport was under as he turned to look at each Agent in turn. "What the hell was that? Why did he say that he knows what to do next? Is he gonna hurt my daughter?" He asked, questions spilling out of his mouth like water out of a faucet.

"He was grandstanding." Gideon muttered, loud enough to be heard by everyone.

"You don't know that." Davenport said, standing up but was stopped by Morgan. "You-you can't possibly know that."

Gideon sighed before turing to look at the father. " , I have learned more in the last 5 minutes than in the last 24 hours."

"Oh, really?" The retired attorney said, before looking at each agent in turn. "Well, I don't understand. Why is he focused on you right now?"

"Because we are interfering in his relationship with the girls." Morgan answered the man.

"He said he knows all about you." Davenport commented, recalling what the man had said.

"Yes, apparently." Hotch said, calm about the whole situation, as always.

"He profiled us." Gideon explained as he began to pace.

"Why would he do that?" Cheryl asked, stepping forward.

"To show us how smart he is." Elle replied, her expression unfazed and tone neutral.

Spencer took over to explain the situation a in detail. "Often times the best profilers are the unsubs themselves. They're the ones able to walk into an arcade full of children and pinpoint the boy or girl that can be led out quietly."

Elle nodded slightly in agreement with Spencer's explanation. "But he made a mistake, because he gave us something he didn't expect." She commented, not helping the tone of amusement that crept into her words.

"Which is?" Davenport inquired, slightly hopeful, turning his attention towards Agent Gideon who gave a small nod of satisfaction.

"He told us how to find him."

The B.A.U. Team stood around the equipment that had been set up while talking amongst themselves.

"For the suspect to know that much about us he has to be one of us." Morgan reasoned looking at his Team members in turn. Humming under her breath, folding her arms across her chest Evelyn stepped forward.

"I can do a search of the New Haven FBI field office?" She offered, her blue eyes trained towards Hotch who nodded.

"Do that." He said before continuing. "The guy we're looking for knows this house, he knows the family." Evelyn immediately picked up her laptop and flipped open the lid her fingers flying over the keyboard almost immediately.

Spencer took the moment to speak up. "There's 700 agents in New Haven and another 70 in satellite offices. Davenport knows quite a few of them."

"I can narrow down the list but I'm gonna need help." Evelyn muttered as her screen lit up with the list of all the Agents in New Haven, her blue eyes trained towards Spencer who nodded and walked over to sit next to her.

"While we're narrowing the list, Cheryl can't stay here." Elle said, after the tech-wiz and genius had settled and started going through the names. "If he's one of us, he has access, weapons and you bet he's got a strategy."

Morgan shifted where he stood, frowning slightly. "So who can we trust?" He asked.

"No one." Hotch replied simply, before glancing at the staff and FBI Agents walking about.

"We need to get Cheryl to a safe house." He muttered under his breath.

"And limit the amount of agents she comes in contact with." Morgan commented, his eyes going over the agents and staff as well.

"Alright. Do we have a Meredith Goldman on the list?" Evelyn asked, pushing her glasses up her nose where they kept slipping down every now and then. Spencer frowned shaking his head as he quickly scanned the list of agents Davenport had been in contact with.

"No. She's not here either." Evelyn nodded, before clicking to exit the file and leaned back against her chair.

"Call Elle. We have the list." Spencer nodded fishing his phone out of his pocket and dialing Elle's number, putting the phone on speaker. He started to speak as soon as Elle picked up the phone.

"Hey! Evelyn and I have the list. And there are about twenty people here."

"How long will it take to dig up the dirt on all of them?" Elle asked. Evelyn hummed under her breath.

"At least half an hour if I go through the files by myself but twenty minutes if Spencer does it with me." The red head nudged the genius sitting next to her. Elle's chuckle crackled over the phone making Evelyn frown.

"Elle? Are you there?" She asked, voice low eyes narrowed in suspicion.

"Yeah, I'm here why?" The reply came back crackle free. Evelyn frowned as she glanced up at Spencer who was looking at her in confusion.

"You kinda broke up there and that shouldn't happen because I made sure to put in a cleaner so that no line would crackle or break. But yours did." The young tech turned to her computer, bringing up a blueprint of the house sitting in front of her and hitting enter.

"What're you doing?" Spencer asked, leaning forward to look at the screen.

"Scanning the house. There might be a bug." She replied, eyes focused on the screen in front of her.

"They did a bug sweep, right when we arrived." Elle reminded over the phone, but her voice sounded uncertain.

"Yeah, I remember." Spencer replied not taking his eyes off the screen where the timer said there were only a couple of minutes remaining.

"And yet the Unsub seems to know all about us." Evelyn pointed out, tapping the arm of her chair impatiently. The three agents lapsed into silence for a few seconds before Elle spoke up.

"Hey, Reid? Evelyn? Do you two know what non-local interaction is?" Evelyn hummed under her breath as the screen started to show the blueprint of the house again, the image getting clearer and clearer by the second.

"What are you getting at?" Reid asked, turning his attention away from the computer screen.

"How can he be holding Trish prisoner and still know exactly what we're talking about?" Elle asked.

"I know what you're saying. It seems like he knows what's going on here the moment that it happens." Reid muttered as the pieces of the puzzle began to form a picture in his mind.

"There's gotta be a listening device." The agent over the phone said with a tone of finality.

"They swept the room when we got here." Reid reminded her.

"Yeah. And then they brought in their own equipment." Elle countered his reminder.

Spencer was about to reply when he felt Evelyn stiffen beside him. He turned to look at her just in time to see her grab the laptop and dash over to the study where Gideon and Mr. Davenport were sitting and talking.

"Check the equipment!" Evelyn called out, turning the screen to her older agent and pointing at a red dot. Gideon looked up in confusion.

"We have a bug!" She said, her voice and face grim.

It was a very close call.

As soon as Evelyn had discovered the bug in one of the pieces of equipment, she had very nearly taken apart the whole thing in her haste, Spencer had told Elle who had immediately rushed off to check on Cheryl. The rest of them had piled up into cars, racing towards the safe house where Cheryl had been relocated.

The kidnapper had been caught and apprehended by Elle.

Agent Vincent Shyer. The man in charge of security for Davenport himself.

Morgan was a little injured. He had been taken down by a taser to the side of his stomach. Evelyn heaved a sigh when she saw him limping out of the building, grimacing with each step. It could've been worse. Shyer could've stabbed him or shot him. Evelyn was just glad it wasn't anything worse. After getting Patricia from where she had been held, Evelyn heaved a sigh of relief.

Their work here was done.

Now all they had to look forward to was the paperwork.

"Evelyn? You alright?"

A blue eye opened to see a concerned Morgan looking at her from across his seat. She nodded turning in her chair so that she was facing him.

"Shouldn't I be asking you that?" She said, gesturing towards his injury which was all bandaged up now. He only chuckled in response, grimacing slightly as the movement tugged at his injury.

"I'll be alright Ginger. Its just a little scratch." Evelyn raised an eyebrow at his comment.

"Which resulted in a blood wound and you being temporarily paralyzed?" She shot back, sitting up in her chair as she did, making sure to keep her voice down so as not to disturb Reid and Elle who were asleep and Gideon and Hotch who were doing last minute background checks on Shyer from the files she had dug up. Morgan smirked at her, leaning back into his chair and closing his eyes.

"Touché Ginger."

Evelyn gave a small smile, reaching into her bag and pulling out her small MP3 player. Finding the song she wanted to play, she was about to place her headphones over her ears when she remembered something.

"Hey Agent Gideon? Hotch?"

The two older agents looked up from their files at her soft call, from where they had been sitting on the other side of the plane.

"Next time I take my own equipment." She said, fighting the smile that threatened to take over her face. Although she lost the battle since she was grinning from ear to ear as she placed her headphones over her ears, while Hotch and Gideon shook their heads at her, going back to reading their files, both with a slight smile on their face.

A/N: I loved this part of the chapter. :) Especially when I had to write the kidnapper's little speech on the BAU Team. It was harsh yeah but I still liked it. :)

Which part has been your favorite since the first chapter!? I really wanna know! :D

Till next chapter!-Hestia28