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Reid was quietly and patiently sitting on the couch in the meet room while the rest of the team was going through the stacks of photographs of Élise; Garcia was getting her system set up again while looking after Anastasia.

"You mean to tell me this guy's been stalking Élise since she was in college?" Simmons said as he was looking at a picture of Élise from her college years. "And after all these years, he finally found her; stalking her first before abducting her."

"He's that obsessed with her." Alvez added.

"Which also makes this unusual..." Tara commented and was about to continue when,

"Oh, we had a case like this ten years ago." Reid interrupted her. "We once had an unsub who was so obsessed with the object of his affection, he tracked her 600 miles away. Now, I know it would seem typical and most certainly unusual that a stalker would be actually willing to change his focus to someone else if the object of his affection moves away, but hey. Anything is possible, especially in today's world. Just saying."

"Okay…" Prentiss wanted to swiftly continue. "Well, we know that he's way past the first level of escalation…"

"That's an understatement," Reid muttered under his breath, loud enough for everyone to hear. "But you're right on a certain point," Now Reid was in full-on rant mode. "What's next now? Hey, I have an idea: why don't we just bring up John Hinckley, Jr? Add John Wilkes Booth into the conversation? Robert John Bardo, too? Oh! And hey, while we're on a roll here, why don't we just bring up Mark David Chapman? How can we ever forget about him? Remember, Rossi? You yourself once said, 'That's a stretch. Celebrity stalkers are usually nonviolent.' Well, try telling that to John Lennon, especially when he was shot, Chapman said, 'All of my nobodiness and all of his somebodiness collided.' Well, Élise Gabrielle Bastien is somebody and will always be somebody and this...this…bastard bitch is a nobody!"

The team took a while to digest this moment before Reid himself to a moment to calm down; this was surprising for JJ and Rossi, who have seen Reid like this.

"Oh. Sorry. I'm sorry. I…I think I better go help Garcia." Reid left the room with his head down and presumably in shocking shame.

"You weren't kidding about how Reid gets when he goes on a rant..." Simmons commented.

"Imagine if anything like this happened to Anastasia." Alvez remarked

"Oh." Everyone imagine it. And it was not a pretty picture.

"Just got a call from Tina Foster. She's agreed to speak to us."

"Seriously?" This especially surprised the team.

"Just as surprised as you all; trust me."

"Should we get Reid?"

"I don't think that's a good idea; hell, if he found out she played her part in Élise's disappearance, even in the slightest participation..."

"Let's just let him stay here, calm down, and comfort Garcia."

"Reid," Garcia was still trying to recover from what Griffin did to her system; trying to get it up and running again. "How did he get into my system? I…I check constantly. He…he invaded my home and..."

"It's not your fault," Reid assured her. "At least he didn't knock the power out or the backup generator like Scratch did." Reid whispered as Anastasia was still napping; she was resting by his side.

"Uh, don't remind me."

Reid really didn't want to ask this but, "Did you really see Élise when he hacked your system?"

"Unfortunately, but only a glimpse of her. Again, sorry. I…"

"Don't be." He honestly didn't want—nor did he—ask her how Élise physically was. He really wanted to kill Griffin at that point.

Hell, he still wants to. And he would not be losing any sleep.

Reid dug into his pocket and looked over the note he founded on Drake Wendel's rotting corpse. Reading the note again—which normally he wouldn't need to due to his eidetic memory, but there was something about this message. Spencer moved his eyes back and forth and started again to have another one of his Reid moments.

Going back to his interrogation with Griffin…

"Let's do this again. If we do. This is better than a game of chess."

"Chess."

"What?"

Digging again into his pockets, pulling out another sight of paper, "The notes he left me with. 'Gambit. Notation. Game time. Zeitnot. Zugzwang. Problem. Hanging. Attack. Annotation. Adjudication. Tactics. Tension. Overworked. Match time. Study.' All of these are chess terms."

"Because it's a game to him; he sees you as an opponent because he wants to win the game against you."

"The first message was 'zugzwang' spelled backward. Seeings 3 & 1 was an anagram of 'Genesis 3:1…'"

"So, this next message…"

"Could be key to where he took Élise," Reid declared. "Look at how he wrote the message. See? P-H-A-N-T-O-M-S."

"Just rearranged the letters and you get…"

"Where he could be holding Élise."

"And where he's having the endgame."

"I'm telling you. I had nothing to do with Dr. Bastien's disappearance." Tina assumed the team.

"Are you sure?" JJ doubted her. "Because the second we found out you did, hell if you knew, even the slightest, we will all make damn sure you're prosecuted to the full extent of the law as an accomplice and accessory after the fact."

"No. No! No. Alright, I admit. You were all right, especially Dr. Reid. You all convinced me; he's complete scum."

"Took you long enough," Rossi muttered under his breath.

"What he did to them, my parents…"

"He's not a human," Tara concluded. "He's a charismatic bastard. Now, is there anything else you know about him? Do you know where he lives?"

"Honestly, I hardly know much about him…"

"Don't attempt to lie to us!" Prentiss warned her. "Because we are the kind of people you don't want to mess with."

"I…" Tina stopped to take a breath before continuing. "I know where he lives because..." She turned her head the other way. "Sometimes we…"

"I think we get it." Rossi knew what she was about to say and he did not want her finishing that sentence; fearing he will never un-hear it.

With the team all strapped in their FBI protective vests, along with SWAT, quickly walked up to the rustic mahogany front door with a few other police officers.

"FBI!"

"Griffin!"

"Clear!" shouted Rossi.

"Clear!" shouted Tara.

"Hey, guys!" Alvez shouted from the other room. "Found something."

Once they got to the room,

"Griffin has copies of Reid's files. The cases he worked over from over the years. And there also surveillance photographs, too."

"Of who?"

"Reid. Anastasia, too, including ones at the daycare facility. Oh crap."

"What?"

"I even found a couple of photographs of his mother."

"Oh, now he's really going to kill Griffin." Simmons comments.

"And I won't stop him this time." JJ added.

"I've going to get extra security for her." Prentiss grabs her phone and quickly makes the call.

"He used Drake Wendel and his security clearance as an FBI agent to gain access to Reid's files," Rossi said. "So, he'd know almost everything about him and what he worked on over the years."

"Hopefully once Garcia's system is up and running again, she could gain access to them." Tara said as Prentiss heard her phone ring again, "Speak of Garcia."

"Hey, Penelope." Prentiss greeted them.

"Good news, people. I'm back in business; my system's back up again."

"Great. Did you give Reid the news?"

"Well actually, Reid…"

"Garcia, where's Reid?" Prentiss sensed something was wrong just by the tone of Garcia's voice.

Garcia promised she keep it a secret until…well, the cat's out of the bag now, "Well…he's…actually…not...here with me."

"What?"

"What? What happened?" JJ asked; Prentiss signaled her to wait a second.

"Garcia. Where's Reid?"

"He…he figured out where Griffin was now holding Élise and…"

"By himself?" JJ panicked with worry.

"We'll deal with that later," Prentiss said, rushing. "Garcia..."

"Already did. And uh…"

"What, Garcia? Where's Reid?" Prentiss repeated.

"Reid's…um…in New York City."

"Where specifically?" Prentiss asked.

"The Hamptons."

Griffin smirked as he was watching the team leave his home from the cameras at his Virginia home through his smartphone. Chuckling to himself, he unlocks a big door and it opens before walking inside. Once he got inside, he stopped, crouches down and uses his hand to grab onto someone, whose cries of pain causing echoing off the wall. Smirking, his voice soon spiked as if it was a plague.

"Reid's coming for you. Élise."

It was a weak and weary Élise who painfully cried from her short hair was pulling her head down, staring at him back.

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