Disclaimer – All characters are property of some other people. Not sure who New York belongs too.
Morgan pushed open the door, smiling, expecting to see his best friend typing away. The profiler looked confused at the black monitors and empty chair. Shaking his head, and excepting she was a little late, Morgan made his way back to his desk. Taking his seat opposite Prentiss, he stared at his small mountain of paperwork, wishing it to vanish. As he considered slipping a few files on to Reid's desk, he noticed the absence of their resident genius.
"Hey Prentiss, you seen Reid today?"...
I quickly found out that the tech girls computer skills were too good for me to infiltrate. I can't pretend to know much about computers, and to seek help would be most unadvisable. The one thing I can monitor however is their phone calls. I knew he'd tell Garcia, and the disgustingly optimistic, red haired woman was easy enough to eliminate...
Garcia said goodbye to her monitors and grabbed her fluffy purple coat. Her mind lingered on the lovely dinner and Kevin Lynch that waited at home for her. The bubbly annalist practically skipped to her car. It was so unusual to be going home at a reasonable time. As she jumped in to her car, she was completely unaware of the man watching her from the shadows. Garcia jumped in her car and drove out of the Quantico car park, as she rounded the corner she slammed her foot on the break. Breathing deeply and a little shaken Garcia quickly got out of her car.
"Are you okay sir?", she said hurrying over to the man, who lay half on the road.
"Yes. I'm fine. I was walking to my car and I tripped and banged my head", he said sitting up.
"Do you need me to call a ambulance?"
"No. I'll be fine. Just need to get to my car"
"Come on. I'll help you", Garcia smiled and helped the man to his feet. The man smirked. This could not have gone more perfect. It was so easy to fool nice people. They made their way down a small alley towards his car.
"Thank you so much Miss...?", the man said holding out his hand.
"Garcia. Get home safe".
Garcia turned to return to her car, but instantly fell to her knees, as electricity coursed through her body. The man discarded the stun gun, and lifted the unconscious Garcia in to the back seat. Walking around to the front slowly, checking that there was no one around, Garcia's kidnapper jumped in to the front seat. Pulling out of the alley, the car turned left and made its way to the helicopter...
Bile rose in Reid's mouth as his cheeks become wet with tears. The young profiler couldn't comprehend the notion she may be dead. There was no way of telling from the picture. I need to find her.
How could this have happened? I only spoke to her a few hours ago! Reid sat in a trance. He didn't know what to do, or think. Placing down the picture of his friend he read the clue once again. This can't be from a book. This is him. He's trying to tell me something. But what? He killed someone and made it look like suicide. A 78 year old man. "But I performed his execution. For who cared for that soul, at the end of his 78 years". Ooo that narrows it down! " I admired the deathly pride of that dying man. He sang an oath of resistance, a declaration of war against surrender". So who ever this is he fought. A suicide, that was suspected of being a murder.
Reid placed the picture down, considering how he would narrow this down a little. Then it hit him. What he had been missing. You idiot. The background. Reid stared beyond the writing. On the faded paper was what seemed like a view from a window. Reid jumped up and ran towards the lamp. Squinting his eyes, the genius began to see a skyline. New York...
As light from a weak lamp suddenly filled that dark room, Garcia sat in terror. Her body ached and her vision was blurry from the sudden change in light. The annalist shuddered in fear, as she felt a presence behind her. Heavy breathing, and weighty footsteps as someone paced. Garcia fought against her bounds but she was firmly secured to the chair.
"I'd save your strength if I were you", Her kidnapper said in a hushed voice.
Then the door opened. Creaking open just beyond the light. A tall man entered. But that's all Garcia could tell, as the man stayed in the shadows. The man who had taken Garcia moved forward so she could see him. She was confused too see how nervous he looked.
"Did anyone see you take her?", came a deep, cruel voice from the darkness.
"No sir".
"You've done well David. You did well".
"Thank you sir", David said breaking in to a smile. But it disappeared as he saw a gun appear from the gloom.
"But... Sir... please you said I'd done well", the man stuttered stumbling back.
"You did. Goodbye", and without hesitation the man pulled the trigger, and David fell down dead. Garcia tried to scream against her gag as she viewed the blood seeping from the dead man's head. She looked up and saw the gun pointed at her and froze with horror. The man pulled the trigger again and the light disappeared from the room.
Garcia held her breath, and felt fear like she never had before. See didn't hear him walk towards her, she just felt his cold hand touch her face. The faceless man ran his fingers across her face, pulling a few lose strands of red hair behind her ear. Garcia pulled away in disgust, but then the cold hand was replaced by the touch of cold metal. As the man placed his gun on her temple, Garcia new this was the end. Her tormenter leaned in, inches from her face.
"Penelope ... Penelope. I bet your wondering why you're here. But I can tell you know. You want leave... unless Dr. Reid finds you in time ... which is highly doubtful", he whispered maliciously.
Garcia's mind raced with questioned. What the hell is going on? And what does my genius have to do with this?
"Sweet dreams Penelope Garcia". And before Garcia could even blink, the gun came down on her head, and she fell in to unconsciousness...
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