Disclaimer: Criminal Minds is not mine.
Note: I already have an idea for another story with Joy and Tyler and the BAU. What does the audience think? Should I go ahead with it?
Witness
CentraState Medical Center
"Ryan Fitzpatrick?"
The young man groaned and raised a hand to rub his eyes. "That's me."
Emily Prentiss smiled and approached his bed. "I'm Agent Prentiss with the FBI. I want to ask you a few questions."
"About what happened? Sure." He turned to the agent.
"Start when you were leaving the store."
"I had locked up and sent everyone out in pairs. All my clerks were safe in their cars when I started out."
"Without anyone?"
He flushed. "I have an odd number of people now and… forgot."
She nodded. "You were walking out to your car."
"Lot was pretty deserted. Most people had already gone home, but I'm short a few people so it takes longer to close. I had my keys out, like they told us and unlocked my car with the remote." He frowned.
"What?"
"I heard it beep, saw the lights flash. The flash lit up the spot in front of mine. Someone was standing there."
"Do you know who?"
He nodded. "One of my old employees. Not one of mine, exactly. But she used to work at the store."
"She?"
Police Station
Joy hung up her desk phone and glanced at her desk chair where Tyler was sleeping.
"What did Prentiss have?" Morgan leaned against her desk.
"A name."
He scooped Tyler up. "In the conference room."
Joy's heart jumped and she hurried after them. Morgan sat in one of the chairs, Tyler curled up in his lap, clutching his shirt. Joy paused in the doorway.
"Fitzpatrick says he saw one of Borders' old employees in the parking lot. Her name is Erin Kelly."
"Garcia?"
"Got it." The blonde grinned over the line. "Erin Kelly. Fired from Borders' about eight weeks ago now."
"The first victim."
"She is also on meds for bipolar."
"Manic-depressive disorder," Reid corrected.
"Yes, Reid," Garcia went on. "I don't know how long those meds last, but she hasn't picked a new prescription up in three months."
"Anything else?"
"I've got an address."
Joy clutched the doorframe.
"567 Casino Drive, Howell, New Jersey."
"I know where that is," Joy said.