A/N: Hey, here I am again. I think this is the longest chapter yet. Glee and Criminal minds crash into each other this section. I own nothing, neither glee, nor criminal minds, nor the song at the end of this chapter are mine. I just own the plot bunnies and the characters on my polyvore.

Chapter Six

Les Anderson sat at his desk mulling things over. Two boys had been killed, two families torn apart by the loss of a son and they still couldn't figure out the bastard that had done it. He looked at the photo on his desk: his two sons during Christmastime wearing full holiday garb. For the longest time, it had just been the three of them. The loss of his wife had hit them hard. It was cases like this that made him realize why he had joined the police force in the first place, made the long hours and the time away worthwhile.

"Les," Silas poked his head in. "There's a call for you."

"Thanks Captain." Les said. He picked up the phone on his desk. " Lima Police Department. This is Les Anderson."

"Mr. Anderson, this is Will Schuester. I'm calling from William McKinley High School."

Les' brow furrowed. "Will, did something happen with Blaine?"

The teacher and Les' former schoolmate sighed. "No, oh no! Not exactly. He brought something to our attention that could be of use in your case."

Les listened to what Will was saying with interest. "We'll be there soon Will, thank you."

He hung up the call and stood up walking over to Aaron. "Mr. Hotchner, can you spare a few of your agents to come with me to the high school?"

The FBI agent looked up from his files. "I don't see why not, but what happened?"

Les sighed. "One of my son's friends claims to know something that can help us in the case, but there's one problem…"

As Les explained, Aaron reached for the phone.

"So do you know any of 'em that can help?"

Aaron nodded. "Go talk to Emily Prentiss. She's talking to Silas right now, she should still be in his office. I'm going to make a few calls."

"Thank you Sir."

As Les walked away, Aaron dialed the Quantico office. "Garcia,"

"I'm at your service Sir."

"What can you find out about Ryder Lynn? He's a sophomore at William McKinley High School in Lima."

Aaron heard keys clicking in the background. "Oh… Sir…"

"What is it?"

"Ryder was in and out of therapists offices all over Lima and even some in Westerville. He hasn't spoken a single syllable since fifth grade."

Aaron hummed. "Anything else?"

"Yes! Yes, he has an older sister Alyssa, age 24, who's a senior at NYADA in New York City. I checked her credit card and she just bought a plane ticket and is flying in to Lima this weekend. Ryder lives with his parents in a house six blocks from the high school. Do you want me to send you the address?"

"Yes."

"Okie dokie Sir, the address has been sent to your tablets." She gasped. "He's not the UnSub is he?"

Aaron chuckled. "No. But I have a feeling he'll be a crucial part of this case."

"Oh good!" Garcia sighed. "Good to hear."

"Bye Garcia."

"Goodbye Sir, be safe."

Aaron disconnected the call and rubbed his forehead. They had someone with information but they weren't going to be able to get the information from him… at least in a timely fashion. By his calendar, if it matched with the UnSub's at all, they didn't even have a week before he next struck.

"Hotch, everything ok?" Rossi pulled a chair and sat across from him.

Aaron nodded. "No more than the usual stress."

The corners of the older man's mouth turned up. "I don't buy that. Is this about Jack?"

Aaron sighed. As usual, David had hit the nail on the head. He smirked to himself. Sometimes it was terrible to have friends that were profilers. "It's always hardest with the cases involving children."

Rossi nodded. "Let that fuel your fire, help you bring this son of a bitch down."

Aaron smiled. "You're probably right Dave. Thanks."

"Anytime." Rossi pat Hotch on the shoulder. "Now let's go see what the others have found out. Reid looks like he's about ready to bounce off the walls."

There was a knock on the door. Tommy looked up from his video game as his parents answered.

"Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Kyle." Tommy peeked over the couch as he saw the girl. She was very pretty with brown hair and eyes like Bambi's. "I'm Miss J. I'm your sitter for the night."

Tommy's mom smiled. "It's very nice to finally meet you. Tommy's in the living room." Tommy tuned out as his mom told her technical stuff: numbers on the fridge, food in the microwave, bedtimes. He tuned back in as the girl walked into the living room and sat on the couch next to him.

"Hi." he smoothed down his hair. "I'm Tommy."

The girl laughed. "Well aren't you just a little flirt? I'm Miss J. I'll be watching you tonight is that okay?"

"Yeah. Do you play Mario?"

"Tommy, I absolutely love Mario!"

Tommy didn't even notice his parents leave.

"I looked into those websites you asked me about and it turns out boy genius was right… again. Both the Scott family and the Velez family had logged onto the site and corresponded with an extremely ambiguous email address. missjbabycare at webmail dot com Ambiguous, but extremely clear in the occupation." Garcia said.

"Can you trace it?" Morgan stood in the room looking from Reid to Ruiz as the young officer and doctor studied the pictures on the board.

"Already tried. But whoever put the site together has some mad skills, all it comes back to is the website itself, like when you make a corporate email, but way more difficult to crack. Like a bad coconut."

Morgan sighed. "Okay, thanks anyway Garcia."

"My genius is at your beck and call. I will keep trying."

Morgan disconnected the call and looked up to see Rossi, Hotch and Officer Anderson.

"There's been a new development." Hotch said. "There's a witness at the high school. Morgan and Reid, will you go with Officer Anderson to bring them in? I'll have Prentiss preparing the interview room for when you get back."

Morgan frowned. "Them? Hotch, I thought you said there was one witness."

"I'll explain on the way." Anderson said.

Reid was lost in thought as Anderson explained about the witness. He was a sixteen year old boy named Ryder Lynn, a sophomore at the high school.

"My son met him when he was a freshman, but the funny thing is, the kid doesn't speak a lick, and yet, he's in the show choir with Blaine. Hasn't spoke a word since he was eleven, poor guy."

Morgan nodded. "And your son's a senior?"

"Yes Sir."

"Could we talk to him and his friends, before we talk to Ryder?" Reid asked. "Maybe his friends can give us some insight… to make things easier."

"They wouldn't let you do otherwise." Anderson chuckled. "Those kids are glued at the hip. They'll do anything to help."

"Good." Morgan said.

Blaine saw the car pull up and sighed. "They're here." He looked back to where Marley and Ryder sat, Marley holding Ryder's hand. "Are you ready?"

Ryder nodded biting his lip. He winced as he felt the skin cracking.

Marley squeezed his hand. "I'll be right with you the whole time. And Blaine too."

Blaine smiled. "My dad's harmless. You've met him before right?"

Ryder grinned. He did like Mr. Anderson.

"It's gonna be fine."

Marley saw the men walking over to the choir room led by Mr. Schue. Mr. Anderson was next to him saying things that the brunette couldn't make out. The two men behind him were new. The taller of the two wore an FBI jacket. Marley recognized him as the one from the newscast that told the reporter they hadn't found anything. The other man wore a collared shirt and a tie and had one of the messiest short haircuts she'd ever seen. He didn't look like an agent, more like a grad student. Marley wondered if he was an intern. She looked at Ryder and could tell by his half grin, he was probably thinking the same thing.

Mr. Schue opened the door and held it open for the other three men to enter. "Marley, Ryder, Blaine, Officer Anderson brought some agents from the FBI to ask you guys a few questions before you head down to the station."

Ryder saw the man in the collared shirt clear his throat. "Actually, I'm not an agent. I'm a doctor."

Mr. Schue nodded. "Right, sorry Doctor. I'll leave you guys to it."

"I'm Agent Derek Morgan." The man in the FBI jacket introduced himself. "This is my partner, Dr. Spencer Reid. We're with the FBI." He looked around as his eyes landed on Marley. "Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?"

Marley looked at Ryder as his head began to shake. She squeezed his hand. "I'll be right over there Ry'. I'm not going anywhere remember?"

Ryder closed his eyes taking deep breaths. He nodded with a nervous smile.

Spencer Reid considered himself an apt observer of people. He had to be as a profiler after all. Even though he was trying to pay attention to what Officer Anderson was doing, he couldn't help but to watch the two boys, Blaine and Ryder. It was easy to tell which one was Blaine. Besides the fact that he looked like the picture on Officer Anderson's desk, he had the same intensity as his officer father, even as he worried for the boy next to him who was currently focused on the guitar in his lap. Blaine was nodding along to the other boy's playing, singing softly, a song Spencer just happened to recognize.

Hard to find a way to get through

It's a tragedy

Pulling at me like the stars do

You're like gravity

Even if the wind blows

It makes it hard to believe

How you gonna love?

How you gonna feel?

How you gonna live your life like the dream you have is real?

And if you lost your way

I will keep you safe

We'll open up all the world inside

I see it come alive tonight

I will keep you safe

"Yeah." Blaine said. "You're safe with us."

A/N: So, the team finally found out about Ryder. Les brought them to McKinley to talk to Marley, Blaine and Ryder. Morgan is going to interview Marley and Reid was watching Blaine and Ryder interact. Also, we caught a glimpse of Tommy Kyle who is portrayed by Max Charles. The song at the end of this chapter was Safe by Westlife. Predictions? Theories? Next chapter, Morgan talking to Marley, first contact initiated with Ryder, and interviews with Ryder's family.