Offices of the B.A.U.

Quantico, VA

Penelope Garcia wasn't sure who looked more exhausted and shocked by being in the office at two o'clock in the morning but one look at Ann-Elise Miller's eyes told her who was more upset; those red and glassy eyes could only be caused by one thing.

"Have you been crying?" Ann-Elise nodded yes, pulled up an office chair and collapsed into it.

"Where did we go wrong? I can't imagine we missed anything. . . ."

"Wait, who said we made a mistake?"

"Morgan, when he called. . . ."

"Alright, I'll talk to Derek Morgan about his choice of words when talking to a civilian at such an ungodly hour and you remember that no one really knows where . . . anyone went wrong on this. It may not be anyone's fault." The main monitor suddenly showed the image of Reid and Hotchner. Agent Hotchner did not look happy. "Here we go."

"Alright, what do you have for us?" Garcia sheepishly looked at Ann-Elise and then back to the screen.

"We just got here boss." Hastily Garcia handed a stack of papers to Ann-Elise, who immediately began reading. "I can tell you that there were no plays that fit the pattern last night. We checked every theatre company in a sixty mile radius of the city."

Ann-Elise stopped reading and looked up.

"Talley's Folly? That was the play?"

"Are you familiar with it?" Hotchner looked a little less unhappy.

"I was in it, at school. Agent Hotchner, not only does Sally not commit suicide, she lives happily ever after. The character doesn't match the previous cases."

"The character may not but the rest of the situation matches. The actress, Sarah Grace, was taken after the final performance. According to witnesses, she said she had left something in her car, a minute later she was heard screaming for help. Before anyone could get close enough to help, her car pulled out of the parking lot. It was too dark for anyone to see inside the car." Ann-Elise looked over a couple of more pages.

"It looks like this is one of the "sharing companies." I'll see if any names from this production match our list."

"It's a start. Contact us if you find anything." The girls could see Reid reach towards the computer keyboard and the screen went black. For a few seconds neither moved.

"That could have been much worse. Would you like some coffee?" Ann-Elise put the papers down and rubbed her eyes as she answered.

"That would be great, thank you." When she looked up, Garcia was already walking towards to the door. "Are you wearing pajamas?" Garcia smiled.

"So what, you're wearing the same outfit from yesterday."

Ten minutes later, the work really began. Lists were double and triple checked. Resumes read and reread. After two hours both girls were suffering from blurry eyes and aching heads.

Ann-Elise let a stack of papers slide off her lap and fall upon the ground. Giving into a childish impulse, she spun the chair around several times, laughing as the papers flew off her lap and floated to the ground.

"Hey, hey, hey – I have to work here. You are just as bad as Gideon, except you are making a mess with papers instead of food."

"Sorry." She stopped the chair and surveyed the mess. Sighing, Ann-Elise got out of the chair and started picking up paperwork: a mixture of programs, resumes and headshots. She stopped as one picture caught her attention. "S.A.G."

"Sag?"

"It stands for the Screen Actors Guild. Whereare the programs for the first three plays?" Garcia started looking in the file folders near her. Ann-Elise frantically crawled along the floor picking up as many papers as possible.

"Here they are!" Garcia held up three programs. "What are we looking for?"

"Check the actor's bios. How many people thank "S.A.G."? How many of them are members – they have to list if they are members, union rules."

"What if they aren't members?" Garcia continued to run her finger down the page. "Looks like no one in this show is a member."

"They aren't thanking the guild. "S.A.G." must mean something else – a place or a person. We need to go through every one of these programs and resumes. Looking for people who thank "S.A.G." or anyone with those initials." Garcia looked around her office space. Hundreds of pieces of paper were everywhere.

"You've got to be kidding me."

"Do you want Agent Hotchner looking at us like that again? I don't!" Realizing that Ann-Elise was right, Garcia redoubled her efforts.