A/N: My Chemistry professor canceled class tonight, freeing me up to finish editing this chapter. So, thanks to Prof. B for helping with this update! This chapter was specifically requested by the reviewers who wanted to see JJ. I hope I did her justice.
Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds. I do not own Harry Potter.
"I just turned away for a moment," the hysterical mother sobbed at JJ.
The distraught woman clutched a handful of raggedy Kleenex and rocked back and forth, keening in a low moan. It was sound Hermione had only heard when she'd listened to others being tortured. Bile flooded her mouth suddenly as her mind recalled those images. Revulsion filled her and she turned away, trying to shake off the disturbing memories.
"I understand, ma'am," JJ said, somewhat impatiently. "We need you to go over your last movements with her one more time. If you can't stay focused, a cognitive interview isn't effective. Please, work with me."
"Damn it, Carol! Pull yourself together," Her husband, Jason Austin, barked, his own patience snapping. He slunk away at JJ's sharp glance.
The team was working on a child abduction at a theme park outside of D.C. Six-year-old Casey Austin had gone missing five hours prior and the BAU had made little headway in their search. Her parents were a mess and Mrs. Austin could hardly hold it together for thirty seconds without crying. Mr. Austin wasn't much better. He alternated between harassing the team, the park security officers, and his wife. If he wasn't doing one of those three things he was pacing back and forth mumbling to himself. Hermione's nerves were wearing thin. Dealing with hysterics wasn't in her wheel house. She'd searched the grounds with Spencer but their hunt had yielded nothing. How could a first grader vanish with no trace?
Adventureland theme park had been shut down and the patrons of the park were herded to the front gate. No one had gone in or out of the park since the girl had first been reported missing. All of the evidence said that the girl was still inside, but where? And most importantly, with whom? Her pessimism was getting her nowhere, so she refocused on Mrs. Austin.
She was crying again and JJ was doing her best to console the frantic mother.
"I'm a mother too," she said. "I know that you'd do anything for your child."
"I would, I would!" Carol sobbed. "I just want my baby back."
"Then help us," JJ begged.
"I'm trying!" Carol shrieked. She slammed her hands down on the metal top of the cafeteria table in an uncharacteristic show of violence. "Why aren't the two of you out there searching for her. She's still in here and you all know it! How big is this park anyways? Why can't you just find her?"
"We need you to tell us about the last minutes you spent with her!" JJ exclaimed, losing her patience.
As soon as the blond woman said the words, Hermione could see that she regretted them. Mrs. Austin dissolved into tears, throwing herself down on the table and bawling. JJ looked at Hermione helplessly.
"I don't know what to do," she said so that only Hermione could hear. "I'm not getting anywhere with her no matter what I do. Will you sit with her while I call Penelope back and cool off?"
"Sure," the witch agreed. JJ walked off, digging in her coat pocket for her cell phone.
Hermione stood from the table she'd been leaning against, and moved to Carol's. The mother had her head buried in her arms and was sobbing with vigor. Taking the seat across from the woman, Hermione pulled out a pocket sized pack of tissues and pushed it into Carol's hand.
Still crying, she raised her head slightly so that Hermione could see her red rimmed eyes."Thanks," Mrs. Austin said, her voice hoarse.
"You're welcome."
Carol wiped her eyes and then blew her nose carefully. Her face was chapped and red all over, a testament to her emotional state. The pair sat in a tense silence as they waited for JJ to comeback.
"Aren't you going to question me, Agent?" Mrs. Austin finally asked. She looked at Hermione helplessly and it struck Hermione that this was the calmest she'd seen the woman all day.
"I'm not an FBI agent actually. I'm an intelligence attaché assigned to the Behavioral Analysis Unit from the British Army."
"We can't use one of our own people for that?" The dark haired woman asked, looking confused.
"You could, and you do, but this is the position assigned to me."
"If you're not an agent, how can you help find my daughter?"
Hermione met the challenging eyes of a heartbroken mother and answered honestly. "I don't have the training that the other agents do, but I don't consider that a disadvantage. As a matter of fact, it gives me an altered perspective that I find quite useful on most of our cases. I've looked for missing children before in my counter terrorism work so this isn't a new experience for me. But right now, the person who can help the most to find your daughter is you."
Carol squeezed her eyes shut, her shoulders sagging. "I can't remember," She whispered. "I just can't remember any of it. Everything is a blur in my head and it doesn't make any sense. Who would do this? She's just a little girl. Casey loves art, and My Little Pony, and soccer. She'd a good girl, she doesn't deserve this!"
"No one deserves this, Mrs. Austin." Hermione reached across the table and took the mother's hands. "Take a deep breath," she advised seeing Carol's eyes watering.
Carol sucked in a deep breath through her mouth and released it on a sigh.
"Okay, do it again this time through your nose and then let it out of your mouth," Hermione coached.
Following her instructions, Carol did so several times. Hermione felt the tremors in the woman's hands slowly fading as she kept breathing.
"This is like Lamaze class all over again," she told Hermione. A small smile twitched her lips. "I was so worried about child birth. I was sure that something would go wrong, but it didn't. Casey weighed seven pounds and four ounces when she was born. The doctor said it went fantastic for a first time delivery. It was such a perfect day. It was the best day of my life."
"I don't know about Lamaze class but this is what we're taught in boot camp. To breathe through the fear," Hermione explained. "You use the hardwiring to beat the software, so to speak."
Carol studied her. "How do you mean?"
"When you control your breathing by taking long deep breaths it has a certain effect on your brain. The parasympathetic nervous system is activated and it counters your fight or flight response, causing relaxation."
"It works," She told Hermione.
"Will you close your eyes for me Carol?" Hermione asked her.
Immediately the sleek brunette shook her head. "I can't remember anything!"
"I don't want you to think, all I want is for you to close your eyes. Take a few more deep breaths, slow and even."
Mrs. Austin did as Hermione asked, and it pacified her within seconds.
"Tell me about this morning. Why did you come to the park?"
"It was a spur of the moment trip. Jason was going to play tennis and Casey and I didn't have any plans. I suggested to her that we spend the afternoon at the park. The flying swings here are her favorite."
"How did you come here? Tell me everything you remember about getting here," Hermione said.
"We drove in my SUV. I listened to the radio." Mrs. Austin was getting tense again, thinking about where this was leading to. In Hermione's grasp her hands clenched. Hermione squeezed them and instructed Carol on her breathing in a low, even tone. She didn't have much of an idea what she was doing, but she could tell it was working.
"What did you listen to on the radio?"
"Katy Perry, One Direction and some other new song I don't know the name of."
"When you got here what was the first ride you went on?"
"Casey insisted we go to the flying swings first."
Hermione rubbed her thumbs over Mrs. Austin's knuckles, reassuring her. "You're doing great Carol. After that where did you go?"
"We went to the fortune teller. Casey was having her palm read. The fortune teller was telling her that she'd fall in love soon and Casey thought it was gross."
"And then what happened?"
"I turned around to look at the juggler. There were people in the way so I moved around them, just a few steps away from Casey. He was throwing bowling pins up in the air and I wanted to show Casey. But then I turned around and she wasn't there anymore!"
Tears began to fall again, but Mrs. Austin didn't dissolve like she had earlier. Instead she kept going. "I didn't panic at first. I was worried, but I was sure she was close by. The fortune teller said she'd followed me, so I walked back to the crowd by the juggler. I was sure she'd be there, looking for me. She wasn't. I was so scared by that point I was running around in circles asking everyone if they'd seen her. Someone called security for me and they shut down the park. It's all a blur."
"Tell me about the crowd near the juggler. Did you see anyone in the crowd that sticks out?"
"No, but I'm not watching the crowd."
"Think, Carol. Block out the juggler, imagine that he isn't there. Tell me whatever comes to mind."
"There's a man in a blue baseball cap that I glanced at," Carol said uncertainly. "I thought there was something familiar about him, but I was too focused on the entertainment to pay attention."
"Thank you." Hermione said. "You can open your eyes now, you did good."
"We'll start looking for the man in the baseball cap on the film," JJ said. Hermione turned around and found the agent standing off to the side. She was partially hidden by the shadow, but had obviously been listening. The blond woman offered Mrs. Austin a smile. "That was exactly what we needed. You just gave us our first concrete lead."
Carol's eyes widened. She looked between the agent and Hermione. "I did?"
"Yes," JJ told her. "Captain Granger and I will go review the tapes. We'll find your man in the blue hat so he can be interrogated."
Tears appeared once again in Mrs. Austin's eyes as JJ left. Hermione swung her legs out from the bench and made to follow Agent Jareau when Carol's hand shot out and grabbed her wrist.
"Wait!" the woman gasped. Hermione stopped.
"I know what you think of me," Mrs. Austin said. "I saw the expression on your face earlier when I couldn't answer Agent Jareau's questions. I'm not a bad mother, and I want to help. Here."
She dug in her pocket and pulled out a cat's cradle brook. "Jason taught her to play a few weeks ago. She gave it to me to keep safe. Please just take it while you look for Casey, it'll remind you of her. I want you to know she's a person, with her own interests and flaws and personality. She's special; find her."
Hermione took the string from Carol, and met her eyes remorsefully.
"I wasn't looking at you, Mrs. Austin. Something happen to me a while ago and I watched my friends die. There's a sound someone makes when they're in pain, whether its physical or emotional. When you made that sound, it triggered a memory. I'm sorry it showed on my face and made you feel uncomfortable," Hermione said.
Carol looked surprised, and opened her mouth, presumably to apologize. She didn't want to hear it, so Hermione walked away. The last thing she wanted was an unnecessary apology. Resisting the urge to grind her teeth, she ran through an impressive list of curse words, directed at herself. How could she have added to an innocent mother's pain like that?
At present there was no time for her to regret her actions so she put it out of her mind as she entered the security room.
Inside she found Hotch, JJ and several park officers leaning over the screens.
"Go over it again," Hotch ordered in a terse voice. The officer jumped to replay the tape. Hermione watched the figures on the screen and noted Mrs. Austin approaching the juggler. Her movements were composed, indicating that she hadn't discovered her daughter was gone yet. A large crowd was gathered around the juggler, and Hermione sorted through the figures until she found a blue ball cap.
"There," she pointed. At the edge of the screen the corner of a ball cap stuck out. "She glances at him briefly. It's the only deviation her eyes make."
They watched as the bill of the cap disappeared from the screen and didn't reemerge.
"Do you have another angle," JJ asked. "Something that will show what direction he went?"
"This is the only camera on that part of the park," the security officer said grimly.
At those words the fight seemed to drain out of everyone in the room from the agents to the security officers. Even Hotch wasn't unaffected, squeezing his eyes shut and looking exhausted. Just as quickly he recovered.
"Granger, JJ," he barked. "Go back to that location and figure out where he went."
The women didn't pause to reply but hurried to follow his orders. At a pace so quick it was almost a jog, they returned to the scene of the disappearance. Hermione located the discretely placed camera and moved to the area where the person had been standing. JJ followed her.
"Are you sure this is it?" she asked, studying the camera's range.
"This is it," Hermione said with certainty. "If I'd been planning an abduction I would have probably come to this spot. The camera on the far side," she pointed out the machine, "is a decoy. The overhang from the fortune teller's tent makes this a dead zone for surveillance."
"But where would you have gone?" JJ asked. "You can't go left, there's no outlet."
Hermione turned in a slow circle, studying all possible exits. The indoor theme park was filled with roller coasters, game booths and vendors. There were tents, kiosks and stalls that took up every square inch of the space. Where they were standing kind of reminded her of the Hogwarts dungeon. There were many ways in and out of the magical castle's basement, Hermione remembered. Originally those passages had been created for convince according to Hogwarts: A History. Perhaps in this crowded park, some of the workers did same. If they wanted to avoid the crowds it would be easy enough to make passageways between the tents and stalls.
She moved towards the nearest tent which housed a sword swallower's stage. With one eye on the camera she noted that this path kept her out of camera range. Just before the other camera picked her up, she was able to duck behind the stage's curtain.
"Wow," JJ said, following Hermione around. "It keeps you hidden, but where do you go from here?"
The witch wandered across the stage, to the back of the tent. Grasping the back curtain, she jerked it aside. JJ went to the other side and pulled up the other part of the curtain, revealing the bottom half of the wall. The motion revealed a small door, no more than a meter high.
"Not what I was expecting, but it explains things," Hermione said. Clicking on her radio she relayed the information to Hotch.
"It's not on any blue prints of the building, but one of the security guards said that's part of the renovated section. A few years ago the park expanded when the post office next door shut down. They combined the building with the existing structure. It's possible this from the expansion."
"The door isn't much more than a crawl space," Hermione said. "We'd like to open it."
There was a moment of silence. "Do it," Hotch said finally. "But proceed with caution."
Sliding the blot on the door back, JJ swung it open and stepped though. Inside it was pitch black.
"We'll have to go back and get flashlights," the Agent said, knowing every moment they were delayed was wasting precious time that Casey Austin didn't have.
"Here," Hermione said. She'd altered the inside pocket of her jacket with an expansion charm. Inside she carried numerous supplies, some magical and some muggle. Since joining the team the non magical items had been moved to the top. Surrounded by muggles, using her wand was out, so she'd added flashlights and extra batteries. She handed one to JJ.
"You carry this stuff around on you," the blond asked her, visually scanning Hermione, undoubtedly wondering where the flashlight had come from.
"Yes," Hermione said, ducking into the tunnel ahead of her partner. If she didn't make a big deal out of it, there was a good chance the agent wouldn't either. Luckily, JJ didn't question her.
In the tunnel the women didn't have to stoop for long. Some ways in the channel opened into a wide passageway large enough for a man. Like the park, these walls were cinder-block, but much older. It reminded Hermione of the Chamber of Secrets. Before long they reached a fork in the path.
"Damn it," JJ swore in frustration. Hermione could imagine that as a mother this case was difficult to handle. "Which way do we go from here?"
Hermione studied the walls and then the floor. They were strewn with trash and covered in grime.
"This way," She pointed. "The dust has been tracked through. See the disturbances?"
"Not really, but I believe you," JJ said without bothering to look.
Quietly they continued navigating the dark hall with ease as Hermione's powerful flashlights lit the way for them. Hermione's flashlight flickered and she reached into her pocket for extra batteries. Inside she felt a string and frowned, knowing that she didn't carry string with her. Then she remembered the string was the cradle brook that Carol had given her. A shiver ran down her spine.
She had an item that belonged to Casey Austin. A simple spell over the object could lead her directly to the missing girl, if she was willing to risk it.
"Is everything okay?"
Hermione realized that JJ was waiting for her to replace her batteries and she was standing there staring off into space with her hand in her pocket.
"Yeah, fine." Hermione fumbled in her pocket and then turned away, pretending to dig in her jacket. "They're in here somewhere."
Behind her she heard the shuffled of feet as JJ grew impatient. With her back to the woman Hermione pulled out the child's string but left her wand in her pocket. The spell would be difficult to do without her wand but it was too dangerous to chance exposing the magical item to a muggle. Magic buzzed through her veins as she focused on the words of the incantation needed for the charm to work.
Let the string bind to show me where the owner is, Hermione thought as she altered the last words of the charm. This way she wouldn't need to see the object but when she found the Austin girl the string would slowly tie itself into knots, revealing her proximity and ultimately her location. Kind of like a game of hot and cold, but with the movements of a string. She tucked the string into her hands, looping it around her fingers and clasping it in her palm. Emulating from the string there was a soft heat of magic that assured her the charm was in effect.
Hermione reloaded the batteries of her flashlight, and turned back to JJ.
"Fixed. Let's go."
The pair began to move but Hermione noticed that JJ shot her an apprehensive glance when she thought the witch wasn't looking. It was clear that the blond had noticed something was off. Could she feel the magic? Hermione wondered. It was possible but unlikely. Most muggles could only feel the strongest spells and she'd only used a simple charm.
Up ahead the hallway narrowed and took a sharp turn. Rounding the corner Hermione saw a sliver of light in the distance. Squinting she realized it was the gap between the bottom of a door and the ground.
"Door way up ahead," JJ murmured.
"Got it," Hermione replied. Around her finger the string twitched and she tensed. Was Casey up ahead? Five more steps in the cradles brook convulsed around her fingers and determinedly knotted itself into a ball. Astonished, Hermione stopped. Had the spell not worked?
"What's wrong, do you see something?" JJ asked, stopping alongside her. With her flashlight she scanned the area around them, searching for whatever had brought them to a standstill.
Spells were never wrong, Hermione told herself, beginning to scan the area with JJ. There was a pile of broken crates off to the side, a few piles of trash and a stack of ruined cardboard boxes that looked moldy. Nothing looked out of place.
"Do you mind telling me what we're looking for?" the blond asked her.
"I don't know. I just," Hermione broke off, struggling for a reasonable explanation. "There's something here, I can feel it in my bones."
Crossing to the dirty cardboard boxes, Hermione shoved them with her foot, looking for signs they'd been moved.
"Captain, the girl isn't here, we need to keep moving. You're wasting time." JJ's tone was firm. "Whoever took her probably used this as an escape tunnel and we need to find out where it goes. If they've escaped the park, we need to let the team know and put out an AMBER alert."
Hermione ignored her, turning to the trash. She took a step in that direction and the cradles' brook suddenly jerked around her fingers so tightly it almost cut off circulation. Following its prompt, she kept going in that direction, past the debris and to the pile of broken crates. Through their damaged slats she saw a small hand. The string around her fingers jerked insistently, trying to tie itself into knots that her fingers wouldn't allow. Grabbing the top crate, Hermione threw it aside, sending it flying down the passage. She kicked aside the other crates, overcome with anticipation.
Suddenly JJ appeared by her side, digging with the same fervor. "I saw her, she's in here!"
Together they lifted aside the last crate, revealing an unconscious child. She lay so still that Hermione was suddenly afraid to touch her. JJ had no such reservations, feeling along the neck for a pulse. Frozen, the witch waited for a reaction.
"She's alive," JJ gasped, her voice cracking.
Hermione reached for her radio, flicking the button that would let her give the team the good news. Static buzzed and she tried again. "Our radios work in this part of the building."
"Stay with her," JJ said. "I'll go radio the team."
Nodding the witch crouched by Casey, reaching out to grasp the little girl's hand. "Bring a medic for her. She was probably drugged."
The agent nodded, before taking off towards the door. Hermione waited with Casey Austin watching the child's breathing carefully. She'd been watching the rise and fall of her chest so closely that she didn't notice the fluttering of eyelashes at first. It was a twitch of the hand she was holding that alerted her Casey was waking. The young brow furrowed in confusion when her eyes finally opened. Dazed the green eyes darted around the darkened room. Finally, her eyes lit on Hermione, who was crouched next to her and in the hazy light from the propped up flashlight, Hermione saw fear take root.
"It's okay," Hermione assured her. "You're going to be okay. I'm with the police."
The girl sniffled and tears filled her eyes. She said nothing, but her shoulders began to shake with silent sobs.
Helpless as to how she should comfort a traumatized child, Hermione did the only thing she could.
"Do you want a hug?" the witch offered.
She was unsure of what the girl had been through and didn't want to startle her, so she asked before acting. Casey flung herself with surprising strength at Hermione, and she barely managed to catch her.
Tears began in earnest when she wrapped her arms around the child. Shifting so that she was seated on the ground, Hermione held the girl in her lap and patted her back.
"We'll get you back to your Mom and Dad, okay?" she promised.
Casey jerked away, and Hermione could see that she was terrified. "No!"
Revulsion flooded her mind, but the witch hid it. The disgust she felt was directed at the kidnapper, not this child, but if she sensed Hermione's feelings she might misinterpret them. Keeping a calm facade up, Hermione smoothed a hand over the girl's hair.
"Casey I understand that a lot has happened to you today. I want you to know that no matter how you've been hurt, your parents still love you very much, okay? You have nothing to be ashamed of, do you understand me?"
A frown passed over Casey's face, and she shook her head again. "Nobody hurt me. But he said he would! But he was sorry and it was only for the money."
Money? There hadn't been a ransom demand.
"That's enough," a deep voice said from behind her.
Hermione whirled, drawing her weapon and placing herself between the child and the man.
"Mr. Austin," she said facing him.
The tall blond man held a gun to JJ's head and his eyes were cold. One of his arms was wrapped around JJ's neck holding her in front of him. "Agent," he said calmly. Apparently he didn't know she wasn't FBI either.
Behind her, Casey whimpered. Hermione wanted to reassure the girl, but couldn't take her attention off Jason Austin.
"Move aside and let me have my daughter or I'll kill your partner."
"Not going to happen," Hermione said.
Jason tightened his elbow around JJ's neck and she wheezed as her airway was constricted. "I'll kill her."
"Killing an FBI agent isn't a good idea," she told him.
"I intend to kill two," he replied. "You're next and then the kid."
"You mean your daughter. I take it you have a life insurance policy on her?" Hermione asked.
"I need the money," Jason said, desperation bleeding into his voice.
"This isn't the solution. This place is crawling with cops and security agents. Even if you kill us, there's no way out. Committing a triple homicide means life in prison, but if you're caught on kidnapping there's a thirty-year maximum charge in D.C. You could be out earlier with good behavior and a defense attorney. Lowering that weapon would be the smartest thing you've done all day."
"I'm dead if I don't get that money," Jason said. "You don't know the people I owe! They'll kill me faster than you'd step on a spider."
"We can help you with that too," Hermione said serenely.
Jason wavered for a moment, looking distressed. His gun moved away from JJ's face for a second. He was a tall, heavily built man and JJ was slender. As a shield, she wasn't much cover. It was dark in the passage and the space between Jason and JJ was a small target, but Hermione knew her capabilities. She fired, striking the shoulder of the arm he held the gun with. The impact knocked him to the ground and JJ threw herself away from him, landing hard on the ground. As soon as she was safe, she stood and pulled her own weapon, covering him so that Hermione could approach. The witch caught the man's uninjured arm and flipped him on to his stomach, roughly pulling his other arm around to cuff him. Jason moaned in pain.
"Shut up," Hermione hissed, forcing him to his feet. JJ picked up Casey Austin and led them to the end of the tunnel where she opened the door. The missing girl, cuffed father and two rumpled women stepped out into the well-lit theme park, coming face to face with Hotch, the rest of the team and an entourage of park security agents.
It was hard to tell who was more shocked, them or the team. Hotch took in Jason Austin's shoulder wound and Casey propped on JJ's hip. The little girl had buried her face into JJ's neck and was crying again.
"Get the kid a medic," he ordered.
Hermione collapsed into her office chair. Without a doubt that was the longest, most tedious experience of her life. Who knew there were that many hoops to jump through for just shooting someone? From the paperwork to the interviews and then the forensics, she was exhausted. Her eyes drifted closed and she reminded herself to write down her appointment with the audiologist in her calendar. It was FBI procedure that her hearing be checked after exposure to gunfire. That was just one appointment of many she'd be attending over the next few days before she could return to duty.
A knock on her door surprised her. Sitting up and opening her eyes, Hermione took in the tired figure of Jennifer Jareau.
"Hey," the blonde said awkwardly. "I was heading home and I saw your light on. Thought I'd return this," she said, holding up the flashlight as she crossed to one of Hermione's guest chairs.
"Thanks," Hermione said, accepting the light.
"Nice flashlight," JJ commented. "That's the same brand the SEALs use, right?"
Hermione shrugged choosing not to comment. She made an effort to redirect the conversation. "How are you doing?"
"Good," JJ said, leaning back and crossing her legs. "It was a rough day for everyone. I just hope that kid is okay."
"Therapy can work wonders. Besides, she's got a good mom. I could hardly believe it when she punched her husband in the face."
JJ grinned. "Neither could anyone else. She acted so collected and then, wham, right in the face!"
"Carol Austin is my new hero," Hermione agreed.
A silence fell and JJ got to the point of her visit. "Thank you. You made an extremely difficult shot that saved my life. He wasn't going to stop."
"No need to thank me," Hermione replied. "I'm just glad you're okay."
JJ had all sorts of questions for Hermione. Why had she those expensive flashlights, where had she kept them and how had she landed a shot in Jason Austin's shoulder in the dark. But the clock edged towards eight thirty and she knew she would miss another of Henry's bedtimes if she didn't head home now. Saying as much to Captain Granger she rose from the chair. Much to her surprise the curly headed woman grabbed her bag and coat and volunteered to walk with her to the parking garage. On the way, JJ made small talk, unobtrusively digging for more information. During the past few weeks the soldier had been opening up more but she sensed that the woman still had many secrets that she wasn't sharing.
So JJ satisfied herself with finding out that Hermione Granger had a godson back in England that lived with his grandmother. She knitted in her spare time, was training for a half marathon and loved skiing. It wasn't much, just little details but as she got into her car JJ realized that their group was assimilating their new member quite nicely. That night standing in Henry's doorway watching him sleep, she acknowledged that Granger's skill was the only reason she was home, not lying in the morgue. And that, JJ thought, was more than enough.
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