Offices of the B.A.U.

Quantico, VA

Ann-Elise Miller sat on the floor, her back against the door, staring at the faxed copies of programs, resumes and headshots, which completely covered the floor. Penelope Garcia sat in her chair, looking down at the mess, shaking her head. Although it was only ten o'clock in the morning, it had already been a long and frustrating day for both of them.

"It's here, Penelope. I know it – we are staring at the answer." Ann-Elise sighed, rubbing her forehead. "Do you know what we need? We need a genius to put the pieces together." Garcia reached over for the phone, a smile on her face.

"I can get us a genius. You should have asked sooner." Before she could dial a single number, the phone rang. Garcia looked at Ann-Elise, an amused expression on her face. She put the call on speaker phone. "You've reached the gate-keeper to the world of knowledge. Who wishes to enter?"

"Garcia, we need your help. . . ."

"Don't you always sweetness! To tell the truth, Reid, we are in need of your help also."

"I go first."

"Reid, are you being so aggressive just because your girlfriend is in the room?" In typical Reid-fashion, he ignored the question and stayed on topic. Garcia noticed even Ann-Elise blushed, looking down at the floor.

"We're having problems getting information about the latest victim. Sarah Grace is a stage name. The theatre's information about her has lead us nowhere. Can you help us dig deeper?" Garcia turned her chair around to face one of many keyboards and started typing.

"Sarah Grace . . . . . let's see what we can find . . . ."

Ann-Elise reached over and picked up the headshot of the latest victim, staring at the name at the bottom of the picture.

"Sarah Grace . . . . . Sarah . . Gr . ." Ann-Elise jumped up, almost falling over in the process. "S. G.-- Garcia, does she have a middle name?"

"Don't know. Sarah Grace isn't her legal name. Here we go – her legal name is Sarah Parr, she was adopted as a child. . . ."

"Did you say 'Parr'?"

"That's what I said, why?"

"What is her current address?" Garcia looked back at the screen.

"Reid, the address is on Stone Mountain." The implication of the information set in and Garcia wanted to jump up and hug Ann-Elise. "You were right; we were staring right at it." Ann-Elise slowly sat back down on the floor; eyes wide open and face very pale. "Are you alright?"

"What's wrong?"

"I'm fine." She took a deep breath. "Just had a bit of a head rush." Ann-Elise looked at Garcia and smiled. "I'm fine." She picked up Sarah Grace's resume, quickly scanning the information. "Why didn't we make the connection sooner? Look at this, she lists being an acting coach as a special skill."

"Good work, both of you! Garcia, send us all you have on this woman. I'll tell Hotch." Garcia ended the call. Both girls sat in silence for a minute. Ann-Elise broke the silence with a loud sigh.

"So, now what?"

"I send them what they need and we sit back and wait."

"Wait?" She sighed. "I need a nap."

School of Performing Arts auditorium

Chattanooga, TN

When his cell phone rang, Aaron Hotchner excused himself from the meeting with teacher Samantha Watkins. As soon as Reid had updated him, Hotchner called Morgan.

"Morgan, call Reid -- he has the address for the last victim. Get to her place and see what you can find. Looks like she might be the unsub."

"She staged her own kidnapping?"

"That's what we need to find out." He ended the call and motioned for Elle to join him.

"Elle, I need you to contact the directors from the first three plays. See if anyone came in to help them. If so, see if it was this Sarah Grace."

"The actress that was taken last night?"

"Yes, get back to me as soon as you know anything." Elle nodded.

Hotchner walked back towards Gideon and Mrs. Watkins.

"Mrs. Watkins, did you have anyone help you direct this show?" Mrs. Watkins looked at him with a hint of guilt in her eyes.

"I did. It's not against the rules and I didn't pay her. She only asked that I didn't list her in the program, she said she didn't want to take any credit from the kidss."

"What is her name?"

"Sarah Parr. We met through a mutual friend from the local community theatre."

"When was the last time you saw her?"

"Last weekend, we had a Saturday rehearsal in the afternoon. She wished the kids good luck and said she would be at the show tonight." Gideon and Hotchner exchanged looks. Gideon leaned in closer to the teacher.

"Mrs. Watkins, I don't want to alarm you or your students but we will need tighten security at the show tonight."