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Day 4:

I had a few nightmares but with Spencer and Jen there, it didn't turn into a fully-fledged panic attack. I woke up in the morning embarrassed, so I climbed out of bed and went to make tea and coffee. While I was pouring myself a cup, Emily came out of her room. I blushed and couldn't look her in the face. When she got closer and didn't say anything I apologized with a whisper, "Es tut mir Leid Emmy." I took a quick peek at her face to see what her reaction was.

She smiled at me, extended her arms and said, "Es gibt nichts, um Ihnen dafür zu verzeihen."

I put down my coffee, took a deep breath and launched myself at her; she caught me in a hug. I'm still sorry," I whispered.

"I know," she said, "but you don't need to be Creirwy (kree-ree). I shouldn't have touched you without you being able to see me, I know better. So I am sorry."

"'S not your fault," I mumbled into her shoulder.

She made me raise my head and look her in the eyes, "It is not your fault either Creirwy (kree-ree)." Then she smiled and with a teasing voice, "We should have bagels for breakfast before Morgan and Reid get up and eat them all."

Spencer was leaning against the doorframe, in rumpled clothes, watching us and said, "Hey, I heard that and I only eat half as many bagels as Morgan."

The three of us laughed quietly, trying not to wake Penelope or Jen. We ate breakfast together on the couches, waiting for everyone else to get up. After I finished breakfast, I curled up in between Spencer and Emmy, and had a short nap.

Aaron, Dave and Derek showed up at eight. They were dressed and had already eaten breakfast. Jen and Penelope were getting ready for the day.

"Prentiss how is your head?" Aaron asked.

"Better sir," she replied, standing up and moving away from the couch.

Aaron, Dave and Derek all said "Good" at the same time. I would have laughed if I had not been playing possum. Derek tried to hand Spencer some clean clothes but I was occupying his arms and lap. When Jen sat down Spencer transferred me to her lap so he could get ready. I was embarrassed but not enough to stop pretending to be asleep. You can learn a lot about people when they think you're not awake.

It ended up being less awkward for me to pretend to be asleep because the team started talking about the package that I had received. Obviously the unsub knew we were here and Penelope was already going through video footage to see who dropped off the package. It was addressed to A. C. Jareau. There were no fingerprints on the box, but there was a partial on the book. Penelope ran it and found a match, Charles Dodgson. I started shaking. Jen's arms around me tightened. She asked me if I wanted to leave the room; I shook my head. Leaving meant that I would be by myself. Everyone was already sitting down and looking at the case files again.

Penelope frowned at her computer screen, got the team's attention and turned on the television. The media had gotten wind of the package. They didn't know what was in it, but were reporting that the kidnapper had contacted the FBI and was taunting them. Furthermore, they said we were looking for a Louis Carroll. Aaron assumed that there must be a leak and went off to call Sargent Belanger about it.

When Sargent Belanger called my phone the morning after my package and panic attack, he asked me to meet him at the site where the bomb went off later in the afternoon, because he had something to ask me. I didn't think anything of it because team members were always being pulled aside by RCMP and police officers. Besides, Aaron had already spoken with him this morning. That should have been my second clue that something was wrong.

Jen frowned when I said that I needed to borrow the SUV. "Are you sure?" she asked me.

"Yes, Sargent Belanger called. He has a few questions for me."

"Pink coat?" she questioned.

"Pink coat," I confirmed.

Jen hugged me tightly before I got into the car and drove away. I took as many residential streets as possible to reach the factory. At one of the traffic lights, I even waved at the camera, for Penelope, who I was sure was supposed to be following my progress.

When I arrived at the factory, I noticed there was only one camera. Sargent Belanger was frowning at me. I got out of the car but left the key in the ignition. When Belanger got close enough to me, he pulled a gun. I noticed there was a silver silencer attached to the end.

He motioned me toward the SUV so I opened the door and climbed into the driver's seat, turned the key in the ignition to start the SUV and held my breath.

He climbed into the front passenger's seat and said, "You are the leak. Give me a reason why I should not pull the trigger right now."

Pleadingly I said, "I didn't do it, I swear."

He glared at me, "If you're not a leak then how do you now so much about the case? How do you know what the unsub is going to do and what he has done?"

"I know because he took me when I was seven. The original unsub I mean."

"I don't believe you," he said.

I wanted to laugh and cry at the same time, instead I responded with, "Charles Dodgson, 1997, look it up, Google it; it's not that difficult."

Still pointing the gun in my direction, he turned to the built in computer on the dash and looked up the case on Google. When he was finished reading, he glared at me, "You're not in here."

Putting up some false bravado, I scoffed, "Of course I'm not. Do you think the names of the three minors, who survived, would actually be reported in the news?"

He frowned and turned back to the computer to try and find the case file in the database.

"It wont be in there," I said. "I can call the team's technical analyst; she can get you the file.

We're in Canada, not the US, you won't have access to any classified documents without her."

He glowered at me, "Alright, but put your phone on speaker and no funny business."

"Yes sir," I said and hit speed dial.

Penelope answered the phone with, "Speak and be heard."

"Hi Penelope; I was wondering if you would please pull up the Charles Dodgson file for me in the SVU, I mean SUV. Sargent Belanger would like to review it with me."

"Not a problem cupcake. Why-"

I cut her off, "Penelope, can you please tell Jen that I forgot my pink coat in the bedroom? I really would like to wear it. I'm getting rather chilly without it."

"Sure kiddo. I will talk with you later."

He glowered at me, "What was that last part about? I said no funny business."

I tried to placate him, "I really do just want my coat. As you can see, I've only got my sweater."

He backhanded me. I could taste the blood in my mouth from my split lip. I could feel a panic attack rising steadily. He turned back to the computer and opened up the file Penelope sent. While he was reading, I weighed my options: there weren't many. I could have sat there and hoped that he would let me go, I could have hoped backup would show up quickly or I could have crashed the SUV and hoped that he was injured badly enough that I could take the gun and escape. At the time, I really wished that I had one of those cool earphone pieces that would connect me to the team. I had used the distress word with Penelope, and I hoped that Jen would get the message quickly and someone would come find me.

When Belanger was finished reading the file, he looked at me and apologized for thinking I was the leak. I gave a sigh of relief; I had passed his stupid test. I flinched when he put his hand on my shoulder and I didn't let him touch my face to check where he had hit me.

He apologized again for hitting me. We started driving back to the police station together. While we were driving through the industrial park area near Henri-Bourassa, Sargent Belanger noticed an RCMP officer flagging us down. He suggested we pull over to help, so I did. The officer looked familiar. It was Officer Louis, our driver from the first day.

Officer Louis came over to the car window waving with a smile on his face. When Sargent Belanger rolled down the window, Officer Louis pulled out a gun and shot him in the chest twice. There was blood everywhere. I screamed.

He growled, "Shut up and get out of the car."

I complied out of fear; at the time I did not know why he had not shot me as well. For a split second I considered running, but there was nowhere to go. So I did the only thing I could think of: I slipped my phone into my left boot.

Louis had the gun trained on me; he said, "Walk around the SUV and come towards me slowly. Keep your hands where I can see them."

While I was walking around the front of the SUV, Louis wrote 'Alice has gone home' on the windshield in Belanger's blood. I shuddered at the message and climbed into the driver's seat of his vehicle. Louis climbed into the passenger seat, kept the gun pointed at me and told me to start driving. We headed west on Highway 40, and I had to pay so much attention to the crazy drivers around me I didn't have time to panic about the gun or the crazy man sitting next to me. We drove past our hotel and we were passing the Kirkland Coliseum, when he told me to pull off the highway and take the side street. When we pulled into the parking lot of the Morgan Arboretum, I started to get even more worried. There is a lot of forest that is not covered by the trails; I was extra worried because if we were to go off the path, it would be very difficult for the team to find me. It took us about an hour trudging through the snow, on a cross-country skiing trail, to reach our destination. It was a small cabin with a thatched roof, something that would not look out of place in a Little Red Riding Hood movie.

I was physically and mentally exhausted by the time we got to the cabin. Inside was Charles Dodgson, sitting on a couch in the living room. "Hello Alice," he greeted me. I felt like I couldn't breathe. He frowned, narrowed his eyes at me and said again, "Hello Alice."

The ingrained response came without thinking. "Sir," I responded demurely.

He smiled. "That was much better Alice."

I shuddered involuntarily; my eyes took in every detail of the rooms. There were only two rooms, a kitchen and the living room. There were also two windows facing the front and two doors on the main floor, along with a staircase leading to the second floor. I knew that the door under the stairs would lead to a cellar of some sort. I hate cellars. Louis and Dodgson had a whispered conversation. I was too far away to hear, but I knew that they were trying to decide what to do with me. I subtly stepped towards the door but I froze the instant their eyes flickered back to me.

Dodgson's smile grew, "She's still a tricky little thing." He turned to Louis and said, "Take her upstairs and find her something better to wear."

Louis handed the gun to Dodgson and strode across the room. He grabbed my arm roughly and dragged me up the stairs, not that I was resisting; that would have been stupid. He pushed me into a bedroom. Louis went over to a dresser, opened a drawer, and handed me a blue short-sleeved nightgown. He told me to put it on. I asked him to please turn around; he rolled his eyes but capitulated. It is not like I could have escaped; he was standing in the doorway. I knew I needed to hide my phone but I had no idea where to put it. I asked if I could keep my boots because it was cold but Louis said no. He had a pair of black slippers for me. I swallowed my fear and under the pretense of putting on the slippers, next to the bed, I stuffed my phone under the corner of the mattress. I hoped my battery would last.

Louis dragged me back down the stairs and over to the cellar door. When I started to struggle, Dodgson came over and punched me in the stomach. I doubled over. He laughed and pulled me upright, kissed me on the mouth, and shoved me towards Louis. I wanted to scream and cry, but mostly I just wanted to be anywhere but there. Louis forced me through the doorway and closed the door. I let out a choked sob as the lock clicked into place behind me. I hesitantly walked down the cellar stairs towards the only light I could see. When I got to the bottom of the stairs, I turned left and found myself facing six scared little faces. I sighed in relief; if the team found me, they would find all of us.

Garcia was busy and she didn't get a chance to give JJ Catherine's message for almost ninety minutes. JJ flew into a panic when she heard the message and then couldn't reach Catherine on her phone. The rest of the team didn't understand what was wrong. JJ had Garcia play back the recording of the call. Hotch was confused and was the first to talk; he wanted to know why Catherine was asking for a pink coat. JJ explained that it was their distress code word. Rossi wanted to know why JJ and Catherine didn't use the same word as the rest of the team. Garcia asked if Catherine even owned a pink coat. JJ explained that while Catherine doesn't own a pink coat right now, she had left her pink raincoat behind when she was abducted the first time. Prentiss was scowling thoughtfully and not asking any questions. Morgan wanted to know why Catherine had said SVU. JJ didn't have an answer.

Surprisingly, Reid took the longest to process what was going on, but he caught up quickly and had the answer to Morgan's question: "It's a clue. She's telling us who took her. Someone from the Quebec equivalent to the Special Victims Unit we have at home."

JJ told the rest of the team that Catherine had gone to meet Sargent Belanger at the bombsite.

Hotch frowned, "He didn't clear that with me. Garcia, check the GPS in the SUV please."

Garcia answered, "The SUV is stopped just off Henri-Bourassa on Douglas B. Floriani."

The whole team, minus Garcia drove to where the SUV was parked. They found Sargent Belanger dead, his weapon holstered and Catherine's boot prints leading away from the SUV towards another set of tire tracks.

Morgan said, "I know Catherine didn't do this, but it does look suspicious."

Rossi said into the phone, "Garcia, check the GPS on Catherine's cell phone."

Morgan countered with, "If someone else snatched her, he wouldn't really be that stupid, would he? He must have tossed the phone when he snatched her and shot the Sargent."

Garcia was already typing quickly.

"Well do you have any better ideas?" Rossi asked.

"No," said Morgan.

"I have an idea," Reid said.

"The phone is on!" said an excited Garcia, cutting Reid off. "Damn, I can't get a lock on it. But I can tell you where she was before we lost the signal. East bound on highway 40, just past the Kirkland Coliseum."

"I have an idea," Reid repeated.

"Okay Reid, what is your idea?" said Hotch.

"Why don't we just ask JJ? There must be something that isn't in the case file that Catherine has told her."

"JJ is that true?" asked Prentiss quietly.

"She wouldn't talk about it for years," JJ answered.

"But she did talk eventually, right?" added Hotch.

JJ frowned, "Where Dodgson kept them, it isn't in the file-"

Morgan cut her off, "Yes it was. We know he kept the kids in an abandoned factory, that's why we have been looking at factories."

JJ glared at Morgan, "I'm talking about where he kept them before he killed most of the children."

Morgan raised his hands in surrender, "Okay, I'm sorry."

JJ continued, "He kept them in a cabin somewhere, in a forest."

"Baby girl did you get that?" asked Morgan.

"Already on it; looking up all the forested areas on the island," Garcia said.

"Good," answered Morgan.

"What kind of cabin? What kind of forest?" asked Emily.

"I don't know about the kind of trees," JJ frowned, "but the cabin had two stories and a cellar."

Reid's sharp intake of breath drew the attention of his other team members. "Is that why?" he questioned JJ.

"Yes," she answered with a sad look on her face.

"Is what why?" asked an annoyed Hotch.

"Catherine won't go into cabins or basements of any kind," said JJ.

"When we went biking she wouldn't even go inside to use the washroom," Morgan said.

"And she wouldn't go to that theater with us for-" added Prentiss.

"Yes," JJ cut her off.

"Do we know if that is Catherine's blood on the windshield?" asked Rossi.

"I don't think it is," said Reid. "There are bloody fingerprints on Belanger's coat."

"Garcia, we are sending you a photo of the prints; can you run them please?" asked Rossi.

"I'll call you back when I get a hit. Ciao," she said as she hung up. Not even five minutes later

Garcia called the team back.

Morgan said, "You're on speaker again, baby girl."

"Duly noted and you're not going to believe this: the prints belong to an Officer Louis."

"Isn't that the name of our driver from the RCMP that first day?" asked Reid.

"You've got that right," said Garcia.

"That's not good. He got close to Catherine and we didn't even know it," said Prentiss, concern colouring her voice.

Garcia added, "That's not good but is an understatement. This sicko is Dodgson's nephew.

He's got various reprimands for excessive violence in his file."

"Why wasn't this caught sooner?" asked Hotch angrily.

"Dodgson's sister changed her name and moved to Canada. Then she took her husband's name," said Garcia. "Also, there are four forests close by, but only one is still on island and past the Kirkland Coliseum. It's supposed to be closed though; there was an accident a few days ago."

"Are we even sure that they stayed on the island?" asked Prentiss.

"We should have teams looking at the other forests as well," said Rossi.

"We are talking about 2,275 acres of forest here. That is a lot of trees," said Garcia.

"We're going back to the station to gear up," said Hotch. "Garcia notify the RCMP, have them start making teams to search the other forests."

She said, "Yes sir," and hung up.

The search teams started with the closest forest, the Bois-de-Liesse. No one had seen anything. It was the same with the Cap-Saint-Jacques Park and the Bois-de-l'île Bizard. It took the rest of the day to search the three forests; finally it was only the Morgan Arboretum that had not been searched. The team was still waiting on permission from the higher ups to enter the park. It got dark around five and JJ was getting antsy. They still didn't have permission to enter the park and she was very worried about her little sister. Morgan and Reid were all for disregarding procedure to go search, but Hotch held them back with the reason of not causing an international incident. None of the team was happy.

Meanwhile, Garcia had been looking at the camera footage. She had spotted Catherine and Officer Louis driving away in an unmarked police car. She called Hotch to tell him. He called Strauss to see if she could put pressure on someone so they could have permission. She called around but told him that the team would have to wait for daylight to start searching. It was already after nine.

German:

Catherine: (Es tut mir Leid Emmy) I am sorry Emmy.

Emily: (Es gibt nichts, um Ihnen dafür zu verzeihen) It is okay, there is nothing to be sorry for.

AN2: edited on June 5th, 2012.