CHPTR 14 All

A/N Sorry about the long wait. I had issues with my word program that are not fixed. Instead I got open office like my friend insisted on several times when she got pissed I wasn't updating. Anyway this is the next chapter and it basically picks up right after the last one. And...stuff? I don't know. I will probably update soon after this because I have 15 reviews and 13 chapters and I like to keep my Reviews and chapters at the same number. It's a weird OCD problem of mine.

Gibbs stared at Tony's motionless form. He had a few gray hairs that Gibbs was sure he would deny. He brushed a few hairs from his forehead. Tony stirred and pushed his hand into Gibbs hand. A small smile touched the older mans lips.

"Not to interrupt this touching moment but we have two missing people and almost no leads." Lassiter stated. It had been more than 2 hours since their disappearance and every second they wasted time was a second closer to Shawn being dead. Gibbs looked over to him, unhappy about his attention being turned from Tony.

"Who is missing?" He asked gruffly. He stood slowly, wincing from a pain in his knees. He was getting old.

It was Hotchner that answered him. "Your lab tech and a psychic consultant. I'm still not sure what he was doing here. They've been gone close to 3 hours now. Left for a coffee run and never returned. What I want to know is why they were taken."

"Could the psychic have anything to do with this?" Ziva asked to the room at large. She had been leaning on the wall next to the couch, looking very much like a body guard but she pushed her self of the wall and stepped closer to the group, next to Agent Prentiss.

"We only got here a few hours ago, and Spencer hasn't got an evil bone in his body. Annoying, yes, but not evil." Lassiter was quick to defend his consultant. He didn't like the idea of people suspecting the silly pineapple loving fraud. "Maybe your bad guy over heard Shawns vision and kiddnapped them when they went for coffee?"

The detectives that had left to do a roll call on their staff returned looking slightly relieved. "Everyone is present and accounted for. So the psychic was wrong." The taller one stated smugly.

"What about off duty officers? Could someone have come in to drop something of or maybe pick up a pay check?" Morgan asked. The detectives deflated a bit at that thought.

"It's possible, I'll ask the front desk if anyone came in that shouldn't be hear today." The shorter one offered and was about to leave to do just that when Lassiter called out.

"Don't bother, the desk sergeant has changed since I first arrived. I doubt the guy on duty was here. What about video footage, don't you have cameras in this place?" Lassiter was tapping his foot, arms tightly crossed.

"Yeah we do but only in the entrances and hallways. I suppose we could go over them, look for someone that's not suppose to be there." Said the taller one. Hotch nodded and turned to Garcia.

"Can you bring up the footage?" Garcia smiled and began typing.

"Got it"

"Okay, bring up 20 minutes before Mr. Spencer gave his premonition." They gathered around the tech analysts laptop. She sped through the video slowing at the correct time. Currently they were looking at a grain version of the main lobby. Garcia slowed the video with a tap of the keys. They watched as Spencer and Lassiter entered the building. Watched them interact. Garcia giggled. She strongly suspected that the two were dating. On the screen, Lassiter left and Shawn got up from his chair and disappeared off screen. Lassiter grumpled under his breath about misbehaving psychics and punishments for when he found the idiot. This only made Garcia grin. The video played on and several people entered and left. Mostly just talking to the desk sergeant and taking a seat. One man moved past the desk, waving hello, and went straight through the doors. "Stop" Garcia pressed some buttons. The image froze. "Rewind a few seconds." More typing. The video moved back to just as the man arrived. Hotch turned to the Local LEOs. "Recognize him?"

They strained their eyes looking. Finally the Taller one spoke. "Hey doesn't that look like.."

The other nodded his head. "Yeah it does, I thought he was on suspension?"

"Right the cactus thing. He got two weeks with no pay."

"So what is he doing here?"

Ziva frowned. "Who are you talking about?"

The shorter one responded distractedly. "Mitchel Fort. He's ex-army, almost didn't get in the force because of his psych profile. I always wondered..."

"We need to locate this Mitchel Fort immediately. He could be our unsub." Hotch stated.

The detectives nodded in unison. They pulled out their phones, one calling Mitchel, the other calling his wife. Gibbs moved back over to Tony. The kid still looked pale but a little less sick, Gibbs took this as a good sign. He was concerned that Tony had yet to open his eyes but if the dark circles were anything to go by then he need the sleep.

In the mean time, the BAU team was gathering everything they could on their new suspect. Garcia was pulling up his military records and Reid and Morgan had gone to fetch his police file.

The detectives hung up. "He didn't answer his cell or his home phone."

"And his Wife says she hasn't seen him since he left to drop off a file with his partner. That was a little over 3 hours ago."

Hotch nodded thoughtfully. "Someone should interview his partner. Prentiss you and, Agent Ziva was it? You should both go talk to him. Find out if Fort had any place that he liked to go alone." The two women nodded and followed one of the Detectives out of the room.

Reid and Morgan returned with a thick folder. Reid was already looking through it at his usual rapid speed. "Fort has a lot of reprimands for unnecessary force and out of line behavior. Especially towards military and ex-military personnel." Reid didn't even look up from the folder. He managed to sit back in his chair with out once lifting his head.

Garcia was next to speak. "All of our dead guys had time of in the spring of 2010 at the Navy instillation in Cairo aaaaaaand so did Fort. Oh look at that. Fort was court marshaled for trying to smuggle antiques. No mentions of any others helping but they do say he had partners. They gave him the choice of leaving the Navy or being taken down from a Master petty officer to a petty officer third class."