A/N: Okay, I wasn't going to post this next part for another couple of days, but I'm heading out for the rest of the day and figured I might as well. I hope you all are enjoying it, and now I just have to figure out how to bribe you all into reviewing... one review just ain't cutting it. Anyway, enjoy. And let me know what you think.
Disclaimer: Same thing as before, they aren't mine, I just like to play with them once in a while.
VII.
After the meeting with Sam the team split into pairs. Gideon and Reid went to the elementary school, where the last victims had been found, with Chief Jacobs. Morgan and Hotchner, accompanied by Detective Wilson and Officer Salkin went to the McGregor parking lot, where victims three and seven had been found.
Sam was left standing beside her ancient jeep with JJ and Emily, "Where to ladies?" Sam couldn't help but smile at the two FBI agents as she opened the doors for them, smiling as she watched JJ climb into the back seat.
Emily spoke up first, "Would it be possible to talk to Michael Kent's sister?" Sam nodded and reached for her phone, dialing a number from memory while climbing into the driver's seat and starting the car. "Tasha? … I know …I should call more often…" Emily caught JJ's eyes in the mirror and quirked her eyebrows as they listened to Sam's side of the conversation. "Yeah Tash… listen… it's about Mike… No, we've not found anything new. .. You heard about the kids right? … the FBI is here…. I know… I'm sorry too… They'd like to talk to you….But listen… please Tash… I promise… So can we come by? … Thanks…. See you in 20."
Sam hung up her phone and turned towards the two agents, "We've got to drive into Springfield; it should only take about 20 minutes."
JJ smiled, "Thanks Sam…" She paused, thinking… "that sounded friendly…"
Sam smiled sadly, "We dated. Mike introduced us not long after I joined the force. We're still good friends. After Mike died… I was the only one in the department she'd even talk to."
"Will she talk to us?" Emily couldn't help but ask the question, with so many victims and so little evidence; they couldn't afford to lose time with a family member that would refuse to help.
"I think so. She did make me promise to be there, so it should help. Even if I'm not the one asking the questions. It doesn't hurt matters that you're both more than attractive enough to keep her interested," Sam let the last bit come out with a chuckle. She was especially amused by the blush forming on JJ's cheeks. "Tasha always did have a weakness for women with a badge and a gun. But I'll let her know to be gentle with you two," Sam flashed a saucy wink at Emily before losing herself to laughter.
Half an hour later the jeep pulled up to a bright blue house surrounded by corn fields. There'd been a slight pit stop at a McDonald's on the way to see Tasha. The agents had been curious, but trusted that Sam had her reasons. Standing on the porch, knocking quietly and passing a large freezing cup back and forth between her hands, profiling skills or not, even JJ could see how nervous Sam was. The detective practically jumped out of her skin when Emily placed a hand on the small of her back, attempting to sooth her nerves.
VIII.
Standing there, waiting for the door to open, Emily couldn't help but wonder if she was half out of her mind. She knew she needed to focus, knew she needed to keep her mind on the case, but for once the walls of her compartments weren't quite as stable as she needed them to be. She wanted to blame the case, blame the Unsub, hell she even wanted to blame her mother, (her mother was after all, a regular stand by for blaming things on, Global Warming for example…. Her mother's fault) But the only thing that was different in Emily's world today, was a certain blonde haired, green eyed detective with a charming smile and an intriguing laugh. If there had been a desk available at the moment Emily would have been more than willing to bang her head against it. Emily was so lost in her own little world of blame and focus related issues that it took her a few moments to even realize that Sam had begun talking, "…sorta psychic. And I just thought I sh-"
"Wait… what?"
"Emily did you hear a single word I just said?" Bouncing on her heels, Sam sighed at Emily's guilty look. "I was saying that you should be careful with what you say around Tash… I know how crazy this sounds, but she's sorta psychic. Not like ghosts and mediums and séances with the dead or predicting next week's lottery numbers psychic. She just… she reads people, reads their relationships specifically. Sort of like the way you read crime scenes and criminals. She has a gift for seeing burgeoning relationships and potential. It makes people nervous sometimes, and if she get's distracted by what she thinks has potential, she can be really hard to get back on track."
It was only then that Emily realized her hand was still pressed against the small of Sam's back, and even worse, without realizing it, she'd begun stroking small circles against Sam's shirt, which was beginning to slide up slowly.
IX.
JJ thought she'd never seen anything cuter or funnier than how quickly Emily jerked her hand away from Sam's back. She might not be a profiler, but she wasn't blind. She noticed earlier that something had sparked between Emily and Sam. If either one would admit it however, was a different story.
"We'll be careful Sam. I promise to keep my hands to myself," JJ winked at Emily, "at least for now."
"I knew I shouldn't have brought you two with me…. You're going to get me in so much trouble." JJ just smiled innocently when Sam began banging her head against the door.
JJ moved to stand between Sam and the door, "Would you stop that. I really don't feel like cleaning up blood today."
Sam didn't actually realize how close JJ had gotten until her forehead touched flesh and she realized her head had settled quite softly between JJ's breasts.
Of course that would be the moment Tasha chose to open the door.
"Well Sammy honey, I thought you said this was a professional visit, not a pleasure one."
It was all JJ and Emily could do not to laugh as the detective's face turned bright red under the scrutiny of her ex girlfriend.
"Hiya Tash," Sam greeted her friend, while at the same time attempting to gracefully remove her face from JJ's cleavage. "I'd like you to meet Agent JJ Jareau and Agent Emily Prentiss; they're from the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI. Emily, JJ – meet Natasha Kent."
The women shook hands and exchanged pleasantries briefly before Sam broached the reason for the visit, "Tash, these lovely ladies need to ask you a few questions about Mike." Tasha frowned, only slightly, and only briefly, but Sam still caught it, "If it'll help I brought a present…" when Tasha quirked an eyebrow Sam offered the slightly less frozen beverage from McDonalds complete with sing-song voice, "strawberry milkshake… it's your favorite."
Tasha smiled the closest to a real smile the women had yet to see, "Briber!"
"Did it work?"
"Yeah, it worked." Tasha turned to the two women watching the exchange, "Ladies – why don't we have a seat and you can ask me your questions"
"That'd be great," JJ just nodded along with the other agent.
Tasha led the women through the house slowly, "The den should be plenty comfortable," turning to look at Sam, Tasha let a slightly wicked smile cross her face for an instant, "Sammy dear, could you go to the kitchen and get us some drinks and snacks? If we're going to have to discuss such sadness, we might as well be comfortable doing so.'
"Sure Tash, do you mind if I pop out back and see the girls while I'm on that end of the house?"
"Go ahead, and take your time. They've missed you, and we'll still be here when you get back."
Sam grinned and practically darted out of the room.
All three of the remaining women watched Sam depart with a grin, though the gaze of the two FBI agents lingered a bit longer.
JJ turned to Tasha, "The girls? You have children?"
Tasha burst out laughing, "Heavens no. I apologize for my outburst Agent Jareau; children just aren't in the plan for me. The girls are my two golden retrievers, Sax and Ang. They love Sam and think she belongs to them. And I'm pretty sure she thinks the same thing about them."
Tasha gestured for her guests to get comfortable on the couch in her den. She walked to a bookshelf across the room and snagged a copy of A Midsummer Night's Dream and passed it to Emily.
Emily looked up, slightly puzzled – but leafed through the pages anyway. Pulling out a set of photos she looked up at Tasha.
"Sammy doesn't know I still have those," she smiled as JJ and Emily looked at the images, "those were taken when she and I were living together."
JJ stopped and smiled at one photo in particular, Sam was kneeling on the ground on a bright summer morning with two squirming Golden Retrievers curled up against her. She looked as if she'd just been for a run in her shorts and sports bra, but still came home to play with the puppies. She wore the most brilliant smile on her face.
Tasha looked at the photo and the other women sadly, "She never smiles like that anymore."
Flipping through the photos Emily stopped at one of Tasha and Sam sitting together on a blanket looking at each other as if their eyes were destined to meet, and smiling.
Tasha just shrugged, and the women flipped through the rest of the pictures, the last one bringing them to a standstill. It was a picture from a Halloween costume party. Sam stood in the middle of a trio, she was playing Han Solo to a tee. On her left, Tasha – as the ever delicious Princess Leia, gold bikini and all. Rounding out the group on Sam's right was a tall gangly man with a handsome face and caring eyes. Eyes that nearly matched Tasha's perfectly. He was quite obviously Luke Skywalker.
Tasha smiled fondly, but with a sense of sadness. "That's Mike. They've both always been incredible Star Wars nerds. So really our costumes shouldn't be any surprise. But I'll tell you, that bikini wasn't as warm as it looks."
JJ smiled warmly, "Thank you for sharing this with us Miss Kent. I realize that this is difficult for you, but we need to ask you some questions."
"Oh dear, please call me Tasha. Miss Kent makes me feel old. And really, shouldn't we wait for Sammy? I'd really be more comfortable with her here."
Emily nodded, "Of course Miss… Tasha."
Tasha smiled to herself, "Good, now that that's settled. How long have you two lovely agents been together?"
Emily very nearly fell out of her seat, "I…we…we're not…. She's not…"
A blushing, but slightly more composed JJ came to Emily's rescue, "What my currently less than eloquent friend is trying to say, is that we're not together."
"Oh dear, I'm sorry. I just assumed. I mean the two of you seem to gravitate towards each other. The way you carry on a conversation, I was wrong to have assumed. Again I apologize."
JJ smiled warmly at Tasha, reaching out to pat the still sputtering Emily on the back. "Sam did warn us about you."
"I'm honored I deserve a warning."
Emily looked up, hearing the gentle tinkling of JJ's laughter. She couldn't help the smile that brightened her face. Emily turned her attention back to Tasha, noticing the sudden look of concern crossing her face.
"Agent Prentiss, would you do me a favor? Go check on Sam please? Just down the hall and to the left…"
Emily nodded, "I'll be right back ladies."
JJ watched Emily's form as she left the room, biting her lip at the less than professional thoughts entering her mind. JJ couldn't help thinking about the way Emily walked, the way her hips moved. The way she smiled, how her eyes lit up when she realized something important about a case, her little looks of concentration when she was puzzled. JJ grinned to herself, thinking of the way Emily made her smile, of the casual touches and caresses that warmed her skin and her thoughts.
"Agent Jareau? Agent Jareau! JJ!"
JJ jerked out of her thoughts, "I'm sorry Tasha. Were you saying something?"
"Emily has a nice ass doesn't she?"
JJ grinned, "Oh yes... I'm sorry, what?" JJ mentally cursed herself for allowing her thoughts to run away and get the best of her.
"It's okay JJ, I won't say anything."
JJ dropped her head into her hands.
"I know you don't know me very well. And I know that I'm part of your investigation and everything. But please know that I'm a more than willing listener, especially when it comes to matters of the heart."
JJ smiled at the offer, contemplating her thoughts, her feelings, finally giving in to the need to voice the ideas running through her mind, "She throws me off balance. She's beautiful and gentle and completely dedicated. But she's sweet and caring, and she always knows what to say when I need cheered up. The thing is, I've never thought about a woman like I do Emily. And I feel like I should be terrified by the thought, but really, it only calms me down. She soothes me."
Tasha smiled as the blonde rambled, months of pent up emotions and thoughts pouring from her mouth. Though the next words out of JJ's mouth almost sent Tasha to floor.
"And then Sam walked into the department and it shook everything up. I've spent the day with her, hearing her ideas, her thoughts on the cases, and in between all this business there are these little snippets that are undeniably her and it floors me. I mean physically… there's this almost visceral reaction that makes me drool and lose my balance all at the same time. Mentally my head is going nuts, I mean, there was Emily, and I was okay, but now there's Emily and there's Sam. I just wish I co-" JJ finally let her mind catch up with the words that were spilling out of her mouth and hints of red tinted her tanned skin.
In another room across the house, Emily found Sam leaning against the kitchen counter, her eyes closed and her fists clenched, obviously fighting the tears that were rolling down her cheeks. It was enough to break Emily's heart. After hearing Sam talk her way through the cases, describing the murder of a friend, of people she knew, it was hard to imagine Sam breaking down. But Emily watched the tears trail down the soft skin of the detective's cheek and knew, in that instant, that she would do whatever possible to keep those tears from falling again. She was across the room in less than a second, pulling the blonde into her arms. A move, that had she thought about it, would never have seemed appropriate with a detective on any other case, or in any other town, but here, the village was different, and Sam… Sam was more than anyone understood or expected.
Emily whispered softly to Sam, soothing her, offering support and comfort. She smiled to herself when she felt Sam's arms tighten around her, feeling the hands of the shorter detective resting on the small of her back. Without a thought, without a conscious idea, Emily dropped a feather light kiss to Sam's forehead. When the blonde looked up at Emily, the brunette just smiled softly and cupped her face in her hands, wiping away the tears with her thumbs, stroking the skin there softly.
"I'm sorry," it was whispered, barely there, and Emily had to strain to hear the words, though Sam's mouth was close.
"Why?"
"For breaking down like this… it's unprofessional and I'm stronger than this, really I am."
Emily just pulled the other woman closer, leaning down to whisper to her, "You don't have to be strong all the time Sam. You've lost a lot and you're still here. Still doing your job. You're allowed to feel. You're allowed to be human."
A ghost of a smile made it's way across Sam's lips, resting her head against Emily she just relaxed into the embrace, allowing the months of pressure and emotion to fade, if only for a moment.
It was an unconscious movement when faces turned towards each other. Eyes locked together, for a moment it seemed as if all the fairy tales were right, and in one glance the two women could read each others thoughts, could read all the way down to their very souls. In the next moment time seemed to freeze, neither woman could tell you who moved, who closed that final gap, but their lips found each other and the kiss, soft, sweet and gentle seemed to expand into eternity.
Sam pulled away first, already on the verge of a rapid string of apologies.
Emily smiled at the sudden nervous verbal explosion of the other woman. "Sam, shh, it's okay. I'm not complaining." Emily watched as Sam came to a standstill, her mouth stuck wide open as she processed what Emily was saying.
"Emily… we should talk about this."
"We should. But right now, we've got to work."
"Oh god. We're supposed to be working." It was if a light had gone on in Sam's head and she realized just how far off task they'd gotten that day.
Emily bit her lip, amused by the quirks of her companion.
"Emily… why don't you have dinner with me tonight? We could talk."
The profiler smiled, "I'd like that. But I think JJ should come too," Emily paused, stretching time thin as she tried to formulate her words to the best form, "there are things that need to be said. And I don't think it's just between you and I.'
Sam nodded, finally moving to remove herself from Emily's embrace. "I don't want to come between anything Emily…"
"I know. We'll talk tonight okay? But right now, you and I should get back to Tasha and JJ, before who knows what happens with those two."
Sam agreed and turned to the sink, splashing some water on her face, trying to hide the fact that she'd been crying not ten minutes before. Emily watched Sam for a moment, before moving around the room to gather the beverage and snacks Tasha had originally requested. It was another five minutes before they finally made it back to the den.
When Emily stuck her head in through the door she was more than surprised to find Tasha and JJ curled up at either end of the couch, conversing like old friends reunited after an eternity apart.
Sam smiled at the two women who were thoroughly consumed in their conversation. Standing in the doorway with Emily, just watching the two interact Sam was struck by the beauty that was the press liaison and the gentleness she seemed to exude. But the beauty that was JJ was amplified when she looked up from her conversation with Tasha and spotted Emily and Sam standing there. A smile burst onto JJ's face that could have outshone the sun and powered the earth for millennia.
"Wow…" it was soft and barely vocalized, but Emily heard it and looked at Sam in surprise. It was only then that Sam realized that her private musings had quite quickly become public.
Emily nodded at the blonde standing next to her, "I know… me too."
Tasha glanced up at her friend, in the midst of a whispered conversation with Emily, and smiled to herself. Perhaps there was hope for her Sammy yet. Unfortunately, she knew the day was quickly escaping and there was still a conversation the four of them needed to have.
"Sammy…."
Sam pulled her attention away from Emily and looked at her friend. She could see the pain and fear written in her friends eyes, she nodded, knowing she had to stop being the detective and start being the friend Tasha needed.
"Emily, JJ – we should get started. And… if it's okay with the two of you, I'm going to let you ask the questions. I can't be a cop for this conversation."
Catching Emily's eyes, Sam knew the profiler understood. Looking over at JJ, Sam caught the nod and smile. Sam let out a sigh of relief before removing her gun and her badge from her belt. She set them on the table and symbolically laid down her authority.
It was that action that showed both Emily and JJ just how unique Sam was. Over the years the pair had met and known hundreds of law enforcement officials, all of whom firmly believed that the best way to protect the ones they loved was by picking up their gun and their badge. Sam believed and proved that it was just as possible to protect loved ones by laying down the gun and the badge.
JJ and Emily moved to sit on the ottoman, directly in front of Tasha. The space was cramped, but neither woman complained. Sam sat down next to Tasha, taking her friends hand and entwining their fingers, offering her support.
"Tasha," Emily started, "did Mike have any enemies? Anyone that might want to hurt him?"
"No one, not that I can think of. He always got along really well with everyone. Although…" Tasha glanced over at Sam, a look of uncertainty on her face. JJ looked up at Sam, her curiosity evident on her face.
"About a year and a half ago my college girlfriend came to town, she was looking for me," a look of pain and disgust crossed over Sam's face, Emily caught the look before Sam managed to hide it, "she had some issues and came looking for trouble. Mike, Tasha and I were at a bar when she found us. She made a scene and the three of us left … my ex followed and threw a beer bottle," Sam reached up, subconsciously rubbing the back of her head.
"Damn bitch hit Sammy in the back of her head, she was bleeding everywhere. Ended up needing 25 stitches," Tasha looked at Sam, "Sammy I never did figure out what you saw in her in the first place."
Sam smiled at her friends interruption, "Anyway, after I went down she jumped on me and started wailing. Mike pulled her off of me, but she wouldn't stop. She kept coming back at me. He finally had to flat out punch her just to get her to stop. He knocked her out cold."
Tasha burst out laughing, "Her face, just before his fist connected, was priceless."
"Someone from the bar saw what happened and called the cops… well the other ones anyway. When my ex regained consciousness she decided to press charges against Mike. Apparently she forgot she'd been the one wailing on the detective."
Tasha burst in again, "When they reminded her of that she turned this shade of white and damn near passed out. Sammy suggested they forget the whole thing happened and everyone just go their separate ways."
Sam nodded, "James had shown up by that time as well," Sam turned to Emily and JJ, "James Hennessy is the Yellow Springs Mayor. He suggested my ex leave town and seriously consider not returning. We've not seen hide or hair of her since."
A million and one questions flooded through JJ's mind, but none of them were appropriate for the situation. She resolved to ask them – later – when she knew Sam wouldn't hide the truth.
Emily thought for a few moments, processing the new information, "Does your ex spend much time on a computer?"
Sam shook her head, "Not a chance. She hates most technology. She doesn't carry a cell phone or know how to use a computer. In college she wrote all her papers on a typewriter."
Emily nodded, "Was there anyone else?" The questions were turned back to Tasha, "Anything about your brother we should know? Any memberships, political affiliations?"
Tasha looked up, obviously startled, "I don't see what that has to do with this."
The change in Tasha's tone caught JJ and Emily by surprise, but Sam took it in stride, squeezing her friends hand gently, "They aren't saying anything bad about Mike, Tasha. We… they're just trying to make connections, find some way Mike might be linked to the others. It's okay, you trust me, you can trust Emily and JJ."
Tasha frowned but nodded, "Mike wasn't the most liberal man in the world. He was accepting of everyone, don't get me wrong. But politically, he tended to be more conservative. He was a member of the Republican party, which didn't always sit well with some people," Tasha shot a look at Sam, "Other than that he was a dedicated volunteer at a homeless shelter in Dayton, whenever he could he'd go over to help serve meals, and just talk to people. He helped out with students at Yellow Springs High School, tutoring and offering homework help. He didn't go to church, he felt organized religion was used to condemn individuals and incite violence and war."
JJ looked up, following a line of thought, "Did he fit in well in the community?"
Tasha nodded, "Yeah, I mean sometimes people thought his politics were a little too conservative, but he fit in well, and people forgave him for what they thought were his failings. He was loved by most people, hell, the owner of the comic shop often said that the only reason the shop was so popular was because people liked coming in to talk to Mike."
Emily and JJ took turns, continuing to ask questions, searching for deeper connections between Mike and the other victims.
Finally, Emily looked at JJ, and a moment of silent communication seemed to pass between the two. JJ continued, "Tasha – I think that's going to help us a great deal. We really appreciate you talking with us."
Tasha nodded, "Anything I can do to help."
Emily's phone began to ring and she apologized before stepping out of the room to answer it. While Emily was out of the room JJ watched in amusement as Tasha and Sam devolved into an argument about the ex girlfriend and why she had been a good choice at the time. JJ was more than a little amused, but it only served to raise more questions in her mind. Moments later Emily came back through the door, watching the bickering friends for a moment before forcing herself to interrupt the moment.
"Ladies, that was Hotch, the others have all finished their interviews and examinations of the scenes. Apparently we're a little slow today. But the Chief told them we might take a while, but it's about time we head back to the station and see what we have."
JJ began to rise, followed by Sam and Tasha. Emily and JJ shook hands with Tasha and began walking towards the door, Tasha and Sam hugged tightly. Sam looked up, watching as Emily and JJ walked out the door of the den, enjoying the view as she grabbed her badge and gun, putting them back on her belt.
At the front door JJ and Emily again thanked Tasha for her help. JJ surprised herself by giving Tasha a quick hug and a whispered "thank you." Sam hugged her friend tightly and gave her a quick peck on the cheek, "I'll call if there's anything else." Her friend nodded and hugged Sam again tightly.
Emily was the last one out the door and as she went to leave, Tasha pushed the photo of the smiling Sam into Emily's hand. In response to the questioning look, she could only say, "hold on to it. Hold on to her. To both of them. I know you doubt what I'm saying, but trust me. You've got two beautiful blonde women who are ready to give their hearts to you. You've just got to let them in and accept it. And trust them with yours."
Seeing the look of surprise," I'm full of secrets Emily Prentiss, and I'm well gifted in reading others. Look in your own heart."
X.
An hour later the BAU team, Sam included, was seated around the conference table where they'd begun their day. A fresh batch of coffee had been made and Sam had cracked open another Mountain Dew.
Hotch started, "We found a connection between the four students murdered yesterday. It's sort of vague and it took some serious digging with the parents. The four children were the oldest in their families, but they weren't the first pregnancies. Each of the mothers had, at some point, aborted another child. The four that were murdered were the first ones they'd kept."
Morgan stepped in, "Since their experiences with the idea of abortion, the four mothers have all become large pro-life supporters. While we can link those four and as a result their families together, we can't find a single link between them and the other victims."
Reid looked up, "At the elementary school the students were placed directly in front of the principal's window. It's possible that this attack was directed at her?"
"These murders are designed to present messages," Gideon paused for a moment in his thoughts, "maybe we should look at who the messages were meant for?"
Hotchner frowned, his lips tilted slightly further down than normal, "If the bodies were meant to be messages to different individuals, why be left someplace so public? Why not leave them on a door step or a front lawn? No, these weren't for one specific person."
Emily looked up from the files she was perusing, "What about the black outs? Have we heard back from Garcia yet?"
Morgan just shook his head.
JJ stood, facing a white board, reading to make notes, but the jumbled ideas and lack of evidence was leaving her list empty. She turned to look at the team and noticed Sam scanning pages rapidly, almost as if she'd been bitten.
"Sam?"
Sam looked up, catching JJ's eyes… "You all said Garcia was a goddess right?"
Morgan looked up, intrigued, "She can work miracles."
Sam pulled a photo out of one of the case files, from the murders at the college, pointing to one of the video cameras on the corner of the building, "think she can get access to those cameras?"
Reid looked puzzled, which for him was unusual, "With the power outages and no generators, and no lights in the parking lot, the cameras wouldn't have caught anything… would they?"
Sam smiled, "Normally no. But we're not looking for the murders. We know that the deaths can take an exceptional long time to implement right? I mean he only had three hours with Kent, but look at the damage that was done? This guy has to be using every second of his time wisely."
Morgan nodded, "Right, it only makes sense. But what if the blackouts are timed to give him time to escape?"
"But look at these images," Emily pointed to a few of the photos hanging on the walls and boards, "look at the detail put into positioning, into displaying the bodies. This is a man that wants to see the final product. He'd wait for the lights to come back on so he could see his victims."
Hotch looked at the photos, eyeing again every detail, "He'd have to have a light source with him. He wouldn't be able to position these victims without being able to see."
"I agree. But," Gideon paused a moment, "it couldn't be a large light source. Too much light in the middle of such a localized black out would be noticed, too many questions would be asked. He'd have to wait until the power came back on to be able to truly see his victims.'
Sam nodded, glancing up at JJ for a moment, needing to find something in the eyes of the other blonde, she wasn't sure what she was looking for, but she found it. "So, if the Unsub was still on the premises when the lights came back on. And I'm guessing he'd want to be close by, he'd want to be able to see the details. Then it's possible that he's there in the very beginning of the tape, right when it starts back up."
Without a word Morgan reached for his phone, "Baby girl we need a favor…"
An hour later the team was sitting around the table, staring at the figure of their Unsub. The image was blurry, the cameras had been recalibrating after the return to power up. The image was indistinct and the Unsub was dressed completely in black. Their back was to the camera and the car, a black SUV carried no license plates. There was only a split second when the face was on camera, but it was too indistinguishable to recognize. As Derrick would say, they were hoping Garcia could work a little magic.
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