Eᴘɪsᴏᴅᴇs: Pʀᴇ Sᴇᴀsᴏɴ 1
"We're missing something." I muttered to myself, as Reid and I examined the small room in the house that had been locked. I'd lost track of how many times we had checked this room already, but as we'd been left to finish investigating here, we were both drawn back to this room as if it were the key to the mystery. "I can see how Logan took Amanda, how he held her and we know that he took her for revenge. So, why move her now and then just lie in wait for us? If he knew we were coming, you would think that he'd try to avoid us, but he didn't. He just hid her from us. Why?"
"Some part of his revenge fantasy isn't complete yet. He might be confident that he can clear his name and return to collect her later. Or he has factored his arrest into his plans somehow. The time with us serves some kind of purpose for his fantasy." Reid thought aloud and I rubbed at my temples.
"It doesn't make sense. She's literally right under our noses. Why can't I find her?" I hissed irritably, the pressure that hung over me only growing with every hour that passed and Reid glanced up at me with his brows furrowed in concern.
"It's not just your responsibility, Alice. We're a team." He advised, a self conscious smile filling his face and I ran my fingers through my hair in a gesture of stress.
"I know, but Agent Hotchner-" I paused abruptly, reminding myself of our earlier conversation about dropping the formalities and attempted to respect his wishes. "Hotch pulled a lot of strings to get me on this case. I don't want to disappoint him."
"You won't." Reid assured me, flashing me a smile before he moved off to examine the rest of the house again.
I made my way outside to get some air, feeling shaken by the unusual reality of being physically present in the place where our victim had been held and busied myself with investigating the external elements of the property for clues. Hotch and Morgan had returned to the main building with our suspect for questioning, but my instinct told me that they would be unlikely to pry anything from Logan that he wasn't willing to share, due to the careful control that we'd seen in his actions so far.
The sharp ringtone of my mobile pulled me from my thoughts and I glanced at the screen to find Penelope calling.
"Greetings, my fine British scone! I have dug into all blueprints for the home as you asked and at least officially, there is no basement, no extra building permits and no small spaces that you and Reid haven't already searched." She explained, attempting to use her bright attitude to soften the impact of the information and I sighed in disappointment.
"Are they getting anywhere with the interview?" I asked hopefully, beginning to pace in the garden of the property impatiently. We had little to work with at this point and I remained conscious of the clock for child abductions, which had been against us since we arrived.
"Nada, I'm afraid. It seems that this Bo Peep is keeping very secretive track of his sheep." She answered and I cursed under my breath in annoyance. "This team knows what they're doing, Ally. They'll crack him, eventually."
"Amanda doesn't have time to wait for that." I groaned, the helplessness of the situation already grating at me. "We must have missed something in this guy's history. Maybe there's a link to the Sweeney Todd stuff that we haven't noticed. Have you found any more files on Logan in the military system?"
"Honey, you would be shocked at how little the military has modernised. Not only am I having to battle against heavy encryption, but a whole bunch of information hasn't been digitised yet. They're still recording an awful lot of their logs with pen and paper." She divulged with an obvious sense of disgust and I felt my interest peak.
"Do they keep the paper records on site? And if so, can you get me access to them?" I suggested, waiting with baited breath for her answer and Penelope simply chuckled confidently.
"Of course I can. I'll get hold of the Colonel now. Head over to office 4A, that's where they store it all. I'll have one of those charming soldier boys bring your laptop and an access code for you." She instructed proudly and I had to smile as I hung up the phone to search for Reid.
Once back inside the house, I found him staring intently at a picture on the wall in the master bedroom and seeming as if he was lost in thought. I cleared my throat as I approached to keep from startling him, but he didn't move at all to acknowledge me.
"Penelope might have a lead for us. She's arranging access to the paper files in 4A. I'm thinking some of the details about Logan's past might be buried in there. Want to ride along?" I offered, causing him to finally turn to face me with interest and I couldn't help noticing how handsome he looked when he was concentrating.
"That's a good idea. Perhaps something was omitted from the original report when it was added to the system." He agreed, causing me to smile at the support for my suggestion. I wasn't used to having colleagues appreciate my input and it still gave me a warm, fuzzy feeling every time that this team trusted me. "I'm gonna stay here, if you're okay going alone? I think I'm close to something." He checked, examining my face closely for any signs of discomfort, until I nodded in confirmation.
"Sure. I can fly solo. I've got my phone on me, so just call if there's anything I can do to help out."
When Penelope described the base as behind the times, I hadn't ever imagined a level of disorganisation this extreme to be possible amongst military personnel. I'd set up my laptop at the small desk in the room, before sitting cross legged on the floor amongst the stacks of boxes that almost reached the ceiling in places.
Even the soldier who had granted me access seemed too daunted by the task ahead of me to be able to cope with remaining in the cramped room and after many reassurances that I was quite capable of sitting here alone, he'd returned to his post. Time had already lost meaning and I was growing bleary eyed from the onslaught of information.
Fortunately, Penelope broke up the task by giving me regular updates on the team, who were still having little success in their interrogation of the suspect and were now highly relying on Reid and I to find something that they could use to pressure him.
There were countless reports of Logan's antisocial behaviour amongst the boxes and it became clear that his friendship with Franklin as he rose to power allowed him far more leniency than any other member of staff would have received in similar circumstances. There was very little information on his wife Stacey, who seemed to have joined the military later in life and met her husband there. She was an otherwise painfully ordinary soldier, serving her time with little distinction and a simple life right up until her death.
I sighed as I got to my feet and stretched out my limbs, desperation creeping up on me. There was nothing here that bought us any closer to finding Amanda and at this point, I was losing faith that we would ever recover her alive. I pulled out my phone to contact Reid in the hope that he might have had some success, but realised that I had no service. With a dramatic groan, I navigated my way through the maze of paperwork that I'd created to reach the door, only to find that it wouldn't open.
A cold chill ran down my spine, causing my stomach to flip and I couldn't deny a feeling of severe dread pooling in my stomach. Instinctively, I pulled the handle a few more times, but after my earlier performance with a simple wooden door, I knew that I wasn't getting out of this steel, electronic locked door without help. Holding my phone up in the air, I paced the room in an effort to catch a signal to little success, before I was interrupted by a loud sound in the distance that caused the ground to shake.
"Shit!" I hissed, grabbing a nearby shelf for balance and noticing that my heartbeat had already quickened in my chest. I hit my phone in a panic, desperate to get through to someone and just as I felt myself losing control, my gaze fell onto my laptop.
Dropping into the seat heavily, my fingers grazed over the keys with an urgent desire to seek help. I first confirmed that the base's systems were all locked out, meaning that I couldn't contact any of the team or any military support, but was blessed to discover that my connection to the FBI system was still live. Immediately, I utilised this to get in touch with Penelope and the moment that her face filled my screen, I sighed with relief.
"Oh, Alice! Thank god you're okay!" She gasped before I could even get a word out and the flustered expression that she wore only intensified my fear. It was clear that whatever had happened was unexpected for her too and I knew that whatever piece of the puzzle that we were missing was likely about to complicate our situation.
"What the hell is going on?" I breathed, noticing that something was flashing in the background of her video and as I concentrated harder, I realised that I could hear alarms.
"There was an explosion in the main building. We think that it came from Colonel Franklin's office, but I can't tell. The security systems have kicked in. We're trapped in this room." She answered hurriedly, her eyes wide with panic and as I opened my mouth to ask if the Colonel had made it, he appeared behind her. "I think there's been a couple of other targets too, as the base system has gone down. This is not the work of a hacker, or you and I would definitely have been targeted. Whoever it is likely blew up the actual server rooms themselves just to kick us out. I was terrified that there might have been one in your room too." She admitted, seeming shaken by the idea and I quickly caught up to what she was implying.
"To get rid of the paper trail, too. Colonel, how many people know about this backlog of paperwork here?" I enquired nervously, attempting to quash the fear that I might meet a fiery death at any moment and he moved to take a seat beside Penelope.
"We had an administrator a while ago who was responsible for amalgamating all of the paperwork onto the system, but other than that it's only top ranking staff." He explained in confusion and I released a long breath in relief.
"Alright. So, other than the soldier that you just had in here, there's hardly anyone on this base who knows that you are still holding paper documentation. We can assume that if I haven't been blown up already, I'm probably safe. Unfortunately, I'm also locked in, so I have no choice but to test that theory." I reported, causing Penelope to frown in terror and I fidgeted awkwardly in my seat at the thought. "What about the rest of the team? Are they okay?"
"I can't get hold of them. It's possible that the cell towers have also been blown out." Penelope revealed, tears beginning to fill her eyes and I found myself holding my head in my hands as I considered our predicament. The faces of each of our team members flashed through my mind and I said a quick prayer in my mind for each of them to calm my anxiety.
"The lockdown protocol would only affect high priority areas. This room houses all of our main access to the base systems, the room that Hawthorne is in has our physical records and the cell block where your agents are interviewing closes to contain prisoners. The rest of the base will already be proceeding with evacuation." The colonel explained, his demeanour significantly calmer than either of us and I strained to come up with a plan.
"If this evacuation procedure is known by the whole base, there's a chance that a bomb could already be in place to inflict more casualties. They'd be sitting ducks." I analysed, looking back up at the screen with severity as I realised that everyone but Reid was trapped behind locked doors somewhere. "We need to override the locks somehow. Where is your security system housed?"
"Right where you are, Agent. There should be a large metal container in the corner."
Wasting no time, I jumped to my feet to rush to the cupboard and entered the code that the Colonel provided to open it. Behind the innocuous looking metal doors was a spaghetti junction display of wires to an ancient security system and I could hardly believe that anyone would still be using such antiquated technology.
"You have got to be kidding me!" I exclaimed as I marched over to grab my laptop and placed it on a box with a clear view of the cupboard's contents. "I hope you're up to date with your caveman technology, Nels. This is like Jurassic Park in here." I announced, hearing a dissatisfied groan from her over the speakers.
"This is absolutely criminal. Fortunately, I toyed with robotics for a while before computer science, so I might be able to crack this." She calculated as she began drawing out the pattern of the wiring on a piece of paper. "It looks like there's a simple enough bypass here, but it's going to take me a few minutes to figure it out."
"Colonel, I've looked at everything that you have on Logan and nothing here is giving us the answers that we need to find your daughter. I can't find a connection to Sweeney Todd at all. Sure, there's a similar feeling that he could be inspired by, but plenty of stories could say the same. There has to be a reason why he chose that particular one. Did the Logan's have a love of musicals as a couple?" I asked, deciding to utilise our waiting time to keep the focus on Amanda, instead of obsessing over the safety of our colleagues.
"Not that I remember. They were average soldiers, into sports and barbecues. They weren't the type to read often, so I can't understand why he would be this obsessed with some story?" The Colonel answered, his frustration evident as he struggled to comprehend the relevance of this conversation.
"What about Stacey? She joined service late. From the limited background information in her file, it doesn't seem like she was military bred. Was there anything in particular that led her to enlist?" I probed, desperately trying to find the missing piece of the puzzle and he sighed deeply at me.
"I don't know what it is that you're trying to say about her, Agent Hawthorne, but she was a good soldier. Her unit was everything to her. She treated them like a family. Even gave them haircuts when they were on tour." He growled, seeming thoroughly offended by my questions and I quirked a brow at him in interest. "She was a barber before she enlisted. It was her fathers trade and she followed in his footsteps. I can tell you that came in incredibly handy when you're living in the middle of the desert." He added defensively and I jumped to my feet to scatter around paperwork in search of something specific. A theory clicked in my mind at this revelation and I knew that it had to be the connection that we needed.
"Sir, we believe that your daughter is still on this base. We've been looking for places that relate to you, or your wife, but I suspect that it may have more relevance to Stacey. Is there anywhere on this base that she would offer haircuts? Or did you have a specific barber shop here at any point?" I pelted out the questions in quick succession as I laid the blueprint of the base out on the floor and busied myself with examining it again.
"I already told your agents that. The people here go to a family business in the next town. It's owned by a grandparent of one of the troops. We support each other in the military." He answered aggressively and I scanned the document before me with confusion. Something seemed out of place, a structure that I didn't recognise and as I grabbed a current map to compare it, I noticed that it wasn't marked.
"This building here is on the blueprint, but not the map. What is it?" I interrogated, holding up the document accusingly and he rolled his eyes at me.
"It's marked for demolition, but the project has been put on hold. We decided not to list it on the new maps as it was supposed to be gone by now. It's a world war 2 relic, structurally unsound and not fit for purpose. We already had troops search it before we even called your team." He elaborated impatiently, glancing over at Penelope as if it were her fault that I was wasting his time.
"That was before he moved her." I argued, drawing his attention back to me instantly. "What was it used for? The building?"
"Storage mostly. For a long time it was considered a historical landmark, because many of the soldiers that were stationed here in the war wrote about it in their letters home. They would creep in there at night to smoke cigars and drink moonshine." He began to describe in a bored tone, before pausing abruptly in a chilling manner that allowed all of the colour to drain from his face. "They...they used to call it the barber club."
"That's it! That's where he's holding her. Penelope, I need these doors open!" I ordered frantically, hardly able to contain the energy that pulsed through my body and she nodded back resolutely.
"I know, my love. I think I've got it. Follow my instructions very clearly." She demanded as I placed myself in front of the cupboard and felt my hands shaking from the pressure.
Step by step, she guided me through the process, disconnecting wires and rerouting things that I barely understood for myself like a pro. Were the circumstances less dire, I would have littered her with praise for her efforts, but I didn't have the space in my mind for that now. Finally, there was one switch left to flip and the moment that I did, I heard the door click open from across the room.
Before I could even begin to celebrate our success, the sound of an explosion rocketed from nearby and the entire room shook hard enough to knock me from my feet, causing even the Colonel to freeze in shock.
"I...I think that might have come from the barber club." Penelope mumbled regretfully, whilst the Colonel fought back tears, seeming as if he were in shock. It seemed that even powerful leaders were not immune to the emotion of losing a child and I had to channel my own determination to keep things moving.
"I'm the closest to that building right now. Penelope, find the team and send them to meet me there. We're gonna need medics, too." I blurted as I got to my feet with determination, prompting the Colonel to launch into action too as he charged through the door to her side and left her looking flustered.
"Alice, the building is probably already on fire! Just wait for backup." She pleaded, her eyes filling with tears as she stared into the camera. I stepped away from the laptop to grab a rag to cover my face, planning to protect myself from the smoke that was likely and turned back to face her with fire in my eyes.
"I can't. Send the team and stay safe, Nels." I ordered, before rushing out of the room and into the chaos of outside.
As expected, the air was heavy with smoke from multiple directions and people were running around in panic all around me. Now that I had left the well protected room, I was overwhelmed by the blaring sound of sirens and lights flashing from overhead. It was clear that things had already spiralled out of control and I tried to prevent myself from being sucked into the mania. Mentally following the blueprints, I ran in the direction of the unmarked building, being passed by numerous scared civilians who simply lived here due to their partners enlistment and were not equipped for these circumstances.
As I turned the corner to the large old storage unit, I found that Penelope had been correct in placing the most recent explosion and there was already fire spreading within. For a moment, I couldn't bring myself to move as I stared up at it with a crushing feeling of defeat, but following a bolt of rebellion, I launched myself inside to search for Amanda.
Fortunately, I thought to tie the rag around my face for protection and instead of struggling to breathe, I was taken aback by how little I could see once inside. I placed my hand on the nearest wall and used it to navigate my way as I strained to remember the building's layout.
The air was agonisingly hot, worse than I had even imagined that it would be and every step that I took felt impossibly hotter. I had no idea how far I would be able to go, as I knew from the plans that this was a vast space and it was impossible to know where exactly Amanda would be hidden, if she hadn't already died in the blast.
Smoke filled my lungs, causing me to cough heavily and burned at my eyes. I could feel myself growing weaker and though I considered whether I would be able to make it out, I wasn't willing to turn back yet. My posture shrivelled under the strain, crouching down to avoid the oppressive heat and without warning, I tripped over something very solid.
Somehow I managed to land on my hands and knees to avoid any serious injury and turned to investigate the cause of my fall. From feeling alone, I quickly realised that the object I was touching was, in fact, a person and judging from the size, it was highly likely to be a child. I wished that I could see enough to identify them, before remembering that Amanda had very short, almost graded hair and a quick feel of her head left me feeling confident that I had found her.
Coughing burned at my chest and I knew that I didn't have much time, so I began to drag her in the direction that I'd come from. It was even harder now to tell where I was going as the fire rapidly spread through the unstable building and it took every ounce of my strength to keep moving with Amanda in tow.
The rag around my face only seemed to be making it harder to breathe now and I ripped it off as I could tell that I was nearing the exit. Unfortunately, my bulletproof vest that I was still wearing constricted my chest uncomfortably, but I couldn't wiggle out of it without wasting precious moments that I needed to escape. Some of the structure began to collapse behind me and I yelped in panic, hoisting Amanda's limp form into my arms for protection.
With one final burst of defiance, I stumbled out into the open air, gripping onto her tightly and continued walking into the chaos that stretched in every direction in search of help. Unfortunately, no one was waiting for me outside as I'd hoped and the various explosions were still causing panic as people ran around me in a fluster.
My entire body ached as I fought to drag myself onward, glancing around frantically for someone who could assist us and as I finally ran out of energy, I stopped to look down at the girl that I was carrying. Despite all of the soot and sweat that covered her young features, I still easily recognised her and squeezed her to me warily.
"Don't give up, kid." I wheezed, hardly able to get the words out from my burned throat.
Finally, an ambulance skidded into view and I sighed in relief. Closely behind them were my team, including even Penelope, who ran toward me in desperation and I thanked every force I could think of for providing me with colleagues who cared enough to seek me out. I almost burst into tears as two paramedics rushed over to meet me and I assisted in lowering Amanda to the ground so that they could work on her.
"Is she alive? Is she gonna be okay?" I whispered, my voice hoarse and dry despite the power of my emotions and the medics ignored me as they frantically prepared an oxygen tank and mask for her. I watched them impatiently, unable to tear my eyes off the little girl's delicate form, even as Penelope charged up to examine me.
"Are you hurt? Oh my god, I can't believe that you went in there! You're insane!" She scolded, fussing over me with teary eyes as she reached to take my face in her hands, but I batted her off with annoyance.
"Is she alive?!" I repeated, much louder this time despite the pain that it caused me and one of the paramedics looked up at me with annoyance.
Before they could get a single word of explanation, or scolding out, Amanda gasped loudly, spluttering for air and it took the full attention of both paramedics to calm her enough to benefit from the mask. Almost immediately after, Colonel Franklin arrived and dropped by her side in relief, holding her to him whilst she refilled her lungs.
My knees gave way from the weight of my own relief, but fortunately Morgan was quick to catch me as the rest of my team surrounded us and he swept me off my feet, leaving Hotch to wave down another ambulance for me. Though I fought to tell them that I was fine, the only sound that I could manage to make was coughing as my lungs finally gave in to the effects of smoke inhalation and Morgan carried me protectively straight to the back of the second ambulance that parked beside us.
In order to save time, Morgan simply sat me on the back of the open vehicle instead of allowing the medics to take me fully inside and they strapped an oxygen mask to my face before I could protest. Reid pushed past the staff with a determined expression and ripped off the bulletproof vest that I wore in an efficient manner, quickly calculating that it was restricting me and I felt an immediate improvement in my breathing the moment that it was released.
As he stepped back out of my space with a sly smile, I gripped the oxygen mask as if it were the most important thing in my world and allowed myself a few moments to catch my breath, whilst Penelope took a seat beside me to hold my free hand soothingly.
"Reid, Morgan. Keep an eye on Alice. I'll talk to the Colonel." Hotch ordered, nodding at me to check that I was okay with him leaving, before he strode over to the first ambulance where Amanda had now been situated for further treatment.
I felt too exhausted to even argue as the two boys took their places in front of me, guarding the entrance to the ambulance and staring down at me with amazement in their faces. Though it was subtle, I caught a brief smirk in Morgan's face as he peeked at Reid, raising his brows at the vest that he held as if implying something, but I couldn't bring myself to address it at the moment.
"What were you thinking running in there alone, kid? You have a whole team here. You don't have to be the big hero." Morgan scolded, though his tone was still light enough to reveal his amusement at this outcome.
Behind them, a fire truck arrived to begin battling the blaze and it seemed that the military had finally regained control of the situation as they set to work evacuating the alarmed residents that still remained in the area. I watched them with interest, hoping that they had realised the danger of following their usual plan and Reid cleared his throat, catching my eye.
"They're evacuating to a completely different spot than the agreed plan. Whilst you were locked away, I found the nearest officer and advised them of the risk that the unsub would target the evacuation zone." He explained, as if reading my mind and when I furrowed my brows in confusion, he chuckled shyly. "Garcia told us that you were worried about it and I noticed that you were watching them. I'm just...I'm sorry that I didn't come with you." He added, staring down at his feet guiltily and I removed my mask to address him.
"Reid, you have nothing to apologise for." I wheezed, cringing immediately at how awful my voice sounded and though Penelope tried to force the mask straight back on, I pushed it away again. "I'm serious. All of these people are safe because you didn't get trapped with me. You did your job and I'm fine. No harm done." I insisted, prompting him to drag his gaze back up to me with a smile, which was painfully addictive for me, until we were interrupted by Hotch.
"I'd like a moment to speak to Alice alone." He announced, his expression as stern as ever.
Reid and Morgan made an excuse about needing to check on Amanda, quickly excusing themselves from the conversation, but Penelope hesitated for a few moments longer, before finally caving to his intense stare. Once we were alone, Hotch crossed his arms in a gesture that indicated I was about to receive a lecture and I gulped in dread.
"Going into that building was reckless. It was a risk with no guaranteed reward, especially for someone who is not a trained field agent." He began, his tone scolding and I nodded slowly in acceptance, feeling any future opportunities to work with the FBI slipping through my fingers.
"However, you took action despite great personal risk and even considering your lack of experience, you did what needed to be done. You were honest with Garcia about where you were going and what you needed, showing that you trusted your team to have your back. These are not qualities that can be taught. If you had waited, Amanda would likely be dead. You have an enormous amount of potential, Alice and that saved a girl's life today. "
"Thank you, Sir." I wheezed, coughing from the strain of my words and he softened his expression slightly as he viewed me.
"As you played such a large role in this case, I would appreciate it if you could return to Quantico with the team to complete your reports, so that I can oversee them." He requested and I nodded without hesitation. "We'll arrange for someone to take you back to your hotel for the night. I imagine you could do with some rest. You'll join us on the jet first thing tomorrow."