Chapter 34

I don't own Criminal Minds.

Hello, Jeanette. Can I have your sister's B&B's number please?

Sure David. I can text you it if you would prefer.

Ok whatever is more convenient.

Why do want to go to her B&B?

It's complicated

Come on it can't be too complicated…

Well it is one of my college's mum's funerals and it is the nearest hotel to the place where the funeral is taking place.

Oh. I am sorry for your college's loss. Do you want my sister to get anything prepared for your college or you.

Just make sure she has three rooms for me and both my colleges.

Ok. I can make sure the hotel is booked before you even have to call her.

Thank you. Can you just make sure once we get there she doesn't ask us anything.

Ok. But I have to ask why?

It is very complicated and I really don't talk about it.

Ok I understand. My sister is now waiting for at the hotel. She looks forward to seeing you again David. Goodbye.

Thanks Jeanette goodbye.

"Ok you two. I have booked rooms for all of us. I am going to head to the B&B. I am going to get a black suit from a local suit shop, would you like a suit too Reid?" Rossi asked. I nodded

"How about you Garcia?" Rossi asked expecting a no.

She shook her head and said "I don't mean to be disrespectful but I don't need to be reminded all the dark in the world. I hate funerals. The world only seems to be full of white black and grey now Morgan is dead. I just don't like being reminded of anything to do with death. I will be crying myself tonight, tomorrow night and all the nights after. I won't be able to see the colour I usually do but for a long while I won't be able to. I am sure I will never recover from Morgan's death. I can't come to your mother's funeral because when I cry I won't cry for her. I will cry for Morgan. I am sorry Reid but this is a decision I have to take."

"I understand Garcia. I really do. If you don't want to come I understand but I have to go like my aunt Ethel said: You have to say goodbye. So I have to give a speech and see her being buried. I will hate it. I will hate to see her going into the ground but I don't want to be around the rest of my mums friends and family afterwards. So I will avoid the free bar part." I said. I wouldn't have gone to this funeral if it wasn't my mum's. I had to go to my mum's funeral.

"Ok. We should aim to leave here about 3 in the afternoon tomorrow. Do you think you will have completed the two secret identities for you and Reid by then?" Garcia nodded and said "I have the names and identity stuff all sorted. I just need to phone someone to get the passports done. Basically I can get these two identities up and running in less than two hours. All I will need to wait for is the passports but they should only take about a day to do once I have called my friend back in Quantico. Ok." Both of us nodded.

"Ok. Tomorrow we have to stick to our schedule. We leave this B&B at 3.30PM and hopefully get to Quantico by Thursday evening." Rossi said. All of us nodded in agreement. If we didn't stick to a schedule we would defiantly get caught and slung in prison. I didn't want Morgan's and Garcia's baby to be born in prison. I am sure no-one wanted that.

About five minutes of silence we arrived at a small B&B. It looked like a normal house but in the window there was a small piece of paper with the word vacancies on it. Rossi was the first in. He greeted the young thin woman and got the keys for our three rooms. I was given the job of carrying of my, Garcia's and Rossi's go bags. "Is that all Mr Rossi?" The young woman asked.

"No it should be fine. Has anything changed since the last time I came here?" Rossi said. The woman shook her head so he made his way up the stairs and me and Garcia followed him. He seemed to know the hotel like the back of his hand. Then he stopped. "Reid dump your go bag in your room. I am taking you suit shopping…" Rossi said. He looked anxious but excited at the thought of taking me suit shopping. But if there was one thing that Rossi liked doing was spending money on fine things.

"Garcia, take your go bag and set up the two secret . Book the tickets for Italy for the early hours of Thursday morning. I am sure Morgan wouldn't mind you not attending his funeral because of this. We haven't even set a date for his funeral. I am sure you and Reid will find a way to make this work somehow." Rossi whispered to Garcia.

"I am not worried about that Rossi. I don't want to delete the life I have lived these past thirty nine years. It will be as if I had never existed. Has my life meant anything to anyone?" She started to sob.

"Of course it has. You have helped track down murders and in turn save many lives. You have been the light of this team. Even when Hotch has told you to be a profiler. You are the best of all of us. Don't ever forget that! You hear that… you are the best of everyone. You don't have to delete your whole life think about it as relocating it to another person's name. Obviously change a few things and clear all the bad stuff out of it like criminal record etc. But don't make it too unlike both of you!" Rossi said comfortably.

Garcia smiled "Of course I won't make it too weird and different. I will get set up in my room. Hope you and Reid will buy very nice suits."

Garcia took her go bag and carried it to her room. Rossi had assured her that there would be internet connection and a phone line. She took her laptop and IPhone out of her go bag.. Her iPhone had a case which looked like a keyboard. It was awesome! She unlocked her iphone and clicked on her contacts. She scrolled through the contacts until she came to Kevin. She called him.

Hello, it's Kevin.

Hello Kevin its Penelope. I need a really big favour.

Ok. What is it?

I need you to get me and Reid two American passports but in different names. I can send you all the info but I need you to get two legal passports by tomorrow evening and I need you to keep it very secret. Don't send them to Las Vegas. Send them to my house because I will be back in Quantico for one night. I really need you to do this.

Ok Penelope. I will need the info but I can get your passports by tomorrow morning. I know someone who works with passports who owes me a favour. Goodbye Penelope.

Goodbye Kevin.

The call ended. Garcia was confident that Kevin would keep his word. Even though they had both moved on, she was sure Kevin still had feelings for her. She let her mind wander for a few moments. Then a beeping noise came through her cell phone. She looked at it and saw a text from an unknown number.

We know what you are going to do. You will never be able to do it. We will catch you before you are able to do it. You will never get away with it. You are lucky we haven't tracked you yet. You should hide not run. There is more chance you will get caught if you run. But then again what do you have to lose? Your parents are dead. Your boyfriend is dead. You have nothing to lose nor does your friend Spencer Reid. But the only difference between both of you is one is wanted by the F.B.I and the other isn't. You can either hand him in and we won't arrest you as well or we will find you and arrest you ourselves. You will be lucky if you get jail time. Be aware tomorrow we will catch you all.

Garcia couldn't believe it. She couldn't believe that someone would say that. She had everything to lose. Well not everything. But she had loads to lose. She had her identity, her job, her closest friends and her life all to lose. Isn't that enough to lose, she thought.

Rossi drove to the suit shop. Knowing him, he probably knew all the high end suit shops which stayed open till late. I knew he had been married at least three times but he probably had got married in Vegas a few more times. We pulled up outside a boutique style suite shop. The sign was white with sophicated black lettering. It looked like it was closed but Rossi knocked on the door. A woman whispered through the letter box "Who is it?"

"It's me Carol. I need two suits as soon as possible." Rossi whispered through the door. The woman unlocked the door from the inside and invited us both in. "You know Dave, if it wasn't you at the door, I wouldn't of answered the door. It's about 9PM. What do you want and why?" Carol said.

"I need two suits for a funeral." Rossi stated.

"Oh, I am sorry for you loss."

"It isn't my loss it is his." Rossi pointed to me.

"Oh, I am sorry for your loss sir. We don't get many funerals here. Do you know your suit measurements?" Carole asked. I shook my head. I never wear proper suits. The last time I did was probably when I carried Prentiss's coffin at her funeral. "Don't worry, sir. I can measure you now and chose a lovely suit for you for a funeral." She escorted me away to the fitting rooms where she got a measuring tape and measured my legs and arms. I knew by the time she had chosen out a suit for me , Rossi would have picked out five suits for himself.

After about half an hour we both had suits for my mum's funeral. It actually surprised me that Rossi hadn't got more suits. He was a rather extravagant man. "Come on then Reid lets go back to Garcia." Rossi said.

"Wait what did you call that younger man?" Carol asked Rossi.

"I said lets go back to Garcia, Reid." His voice sounded hurried and scared as if he wanted to hide me away and let no-one see me until the F.B.I had no control over who was jailed and who wasn't. "I thought so Dave. This is the man everyone's looking for. Isn't it?" Carol realized. Rossi knew that he wouldn't get away from here if Carol didn't know anything. Rossi just nodded and looked down "Just don't call the feds. He has done nothing wrong…" Rossi was interrupted by an intrigued Carol. "Why would the feds want him so much if he had done nothing wrong then Dave?"

"I didn't mean to do what I did…" I saw the anixion rise on her face.

"No I didn't murder anyone or anything like that. I wouldn't do anything like that, not even to my worst enemy. Anyway I got really drunk the night after my mum died. I think that drink was spiked or something. They want me on drugs charges. I can't go to prison. I just can't." Her face looked sympathetic to me.

"Don't worry young man. We all make mistakes but running from the F.B.I when you are one is something you will never come back from. I really understand. I had some problems with some drugs when I was younger and I didn't want to go to jail for it so I ran. It took ten years to put my life back together. There was ten years where I was just unstable. In the end the cops found me anyway. It was ten years of my life I will never get back. Be careful. I won't call the cops on you but I would be careful if I was you. Busy bodies will call cops. You two best go. Goodbye." Carol said. We waved bye to her and got in the car and started to drive back to the B&B where Garcia was.