Sorry it took so long life got in the way. This one is not BETA'd but Karma did give it a once over. any mistakes blame her.
She nodded her head as JJ gave the introductions to the detective in charge of the case.
After they were shown to the room where they had set up the white board and the table with all of the evidence. "You said there were three laptops could we have them please? So we can to see what we can find." JJ said to the detective.
"Our tech looked a them he tried for over three hours to get into them, he said it was impossible."
"Trust us, Garcia will get the information that we need." Rossi tells the man.
Not really believing what he is hearing, the detective signaled a uniformed police man to go get them out of the evidence locker.
"You need to sigh the evidence form." The uniformed policeman says as he hands the laptops to Garcia. She signs offered form then sits at the far end of the table the agents can see that she is soon lost in the workings of the laptops that she will let them know as soon as she finds something for them.
They made sure she had everything she needed before they left. The were worried and they freely admitted it, they had told the detective not to disturb her as she was going to be very busy. The team split up, thee crime scenes needed to be looked over, the Medical examiner still had the latest body they needed to see that as well.
Getting rid of the viruses in the laptops was not difficult for her once that was completed she did what she always does she digs, until she can find a connection.
The murders themselves weren't that overly bloody, just your run of the mill castration and the woman had her head bashed in face first. G-d, she thinks to herself, she must be getting desensitized if she can see passed all of it. The more she digs the more she has a feeling that she is missing something, it is a nagging feeling that just won't go away. So she hacks and does some serious research into the FBI files.
When she find four other cases with similar murders, two men one woman all murdered and their laptops left destroyed. Not all of the murders where committed the same way.
She needed help and the only person who she knew, the only one who wouldn't ask any questions and help her without a second thought. So she hacked into his computer then waved hello when he looks up and sees her on his monitor.
"Damn! You scared me." he says out loud.
Seeing the connection in place he starts to type. "You scared me."
"Sorry agent McGee. Are you busy on a case?"
"No, only paper work, why?"
"I'm in the field and I need a second pair of hands to hack, dig and type, someone I trust and someone that won't ask questions or say I'm wrong. My 'gut' is screaming as Gibbs likes to say I need your help, just you Tim. I need you to follow my lead and not go off on a tangent, please."
He looks up and sees Gibbs standing there looking at him. "McGee?"
"It's Penelope Garcia from the BAU, she is out in the field and she needs my help she says her 'gut' is screaming just like you like to say. Just my help Boss no one else, I think she needs to keep this on the .. ."
"So help her, if she is asking for help it must be important. And I know what she means McGee, she was recruited to the FBI for a reason, just so you know as good as you are she is better. Fornell told me, you're allowed to talk to the people at Langley, she isn't. She is barred from their buildings. According to Fornell they are afraid of her."
"Oh G-d."
"Don't worry I'm sure she'll have your six."
He looks back at the monitor then types. "Gibbs told me to help, so what do you need?"
"I'm sending you the file, you take M through Z any and all dating services hack their client list see if any of the names that I'm sending you are on them. I found the latest victims on the same dating sight their laptops were infected with a really nicely made virus, think kids playing I can make mine better than yours type of virus, except this kids knew what to do. I'm still looking for more victims I only went back three years and I'm still on the east coast I found four other "groups" two male and one female. We need a common name that can be found in all of the client lists, a picture would be better. Hell you know what we need."
" I haven't hacked in a long time." he tells as he smiles ."Okay talk to you soon."
She worked steadily for over three hours, leaving the room long enough go to the restroom and grab a coffee. By the time the team came back it was late, late enough to call it a day. They packed it up and went back to the hotel after eating at a nearby restaurant.
Early the next morning the police received a report of a new murder with the female victim having her head bashed in, the team wet to investigate. After a looking at the scene and examining the body they were able to tell the detective that she wasn't killed by the same unsub this killer knew her because the body had been posed, and covered for modesty. She didn't even look up when lights flickered over head. When she feels, then smells Hotch standing behind leaning over as he reads the monitor she knows that she might just get into a little bit of trouble, but a far as she in concerned it is well worth it.
"I can't tell you just how much you helped Tim. I found three more cases on the west coast and the same name appears in their client list too."
"It wasn't a problem Penelope and besides we linked the cases to one of our cold ones one of the victims was a retired Navy petty officer. Gibbs will be happy about being able to close that one."
"One thing Tim, next time you need information from the FBI just call me, I'll get Hotch to sign off and get it for you faster, interagency co-operation and all that. Tell Gibbs and Director Vance I said thank you. Thank you too, I couldn't have hacked all of those sites fast enough."
"It was fun and it was my pleasure."
Putting a blank page on the monitor she starts to type even before Hotch has a chance to ask any questions. Luckily she is a fast typist. Concentrating on the typing, she doesn't realize that the rest of the team has come into the room.
"She didn't tell us yesterday that she found seven more groups of three victims, four on the east cost and three on the west going back five years.. She also enlisted a hacker on the sly to help her hack into dating sites." Hotch tell them
"Who did you ask? I thought you were forbidden to stay in contact with your hacking friends." Emily signs with a big smile on her face.
"Tim McGee"
"That agent from NCIS."
"One in the same. Nice guy, good hacker and he found a link for a cold case of theirs too."
"Kitten did you and your hacking buddy find a name for our unsub?"
She hands Rossi a slip of paper. As they turn to leave she hit's the table making them turn around and look at her. "Be careful she has a license to carry a firearm and she is a crack shot. She took first place in her age group in the fish and gun club that she belongs too."
They were back at the police station within two hours with the unsub in custody. JJ and Emily each had one of her arms holding securely as the made their way to the holding cells.
Four hours later they boarded the jet each carrying their own bag of freshly picked apples, it proved to be a good excursion as the jet needed time to file a flight plan and refuel.
Stepping off of the plane, Hotch looked at hiss watch. "Go home everyone, we'll meet at Steve's for breakfast then finish the paperwork so you can have the rest of the weekend off."
Rossi stood next to Hotch as Reid was tell the ladies of the team the history of pancakes and how they became so popular for breakfast.
He can't help but smile ever so slightly when Penelope pulls up in her Cadillac, he had to admit her car suited her. Seeing her walk up to them with a big smile on her face, he felt a little better he knew that Sam's mother dangerous and unpredictable. He wanted no he needed to keep her safe, he needed to talk to her, they both needed to talk.
What the agents see but she doesn't is a car coming right at her going very fast. It is Reid who sees who is behind the wheel. "That's Sam's mother, Margret."
No one said anything they just started running toward her. . . .
