AN: The last chapter left me feeling a little blah. When this story first implanted itself in my brain, it was going to be all about Pen and the boys in the basement. It morphed into a longer story with more team involvement and I have found myself struggling to find them something to say. I hope I have done them justice. The song referenced at the end is Honey Bee by Blake Shelton.

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The team gathered back in the conference room. Tensions were still high but they knew they needed to keep their heads on straight; they were now definitely on a time limit.

"Emily, Reid…You said you had something to share?" Hotch asked as he walked back into the room.

Emily jumped in, "Yeah, when Garcia was yelling in French she didn't cuss. She said she thinks that the guy has kids because he is too nice and interested in Jack and Henry."

Derek ran with it, "If he does, they were taken from him either by the state, an ex-wife or death."

Hotch turned to Lynch, "Cross reference any case where we received threats that children were involved in." He waited for Kevin to nod and moved on. "Emily, what did Will say to Garcia in French?"

Emily's head dipped and she softly replied, "Close your eyes, my friend; you don't want to see this."

Hotch nodded and said, "It must have been a test to see if they called him on his lie. Reid, what did you get?"

Holding his little notebook, Reid moved to where everyone could see him. "The entire time, Garcia was sending me messages in Binary code. Binary code uses 1's and 0's to represent letters. By just moving her finger she was able to send me a wealth of information."

Chief Strauss interrupted, "So that's why he broke her finger?"

"Yes, ma'am," Reid responded. "I believe so. Garcia was able to let me know that there are 5 men, with one leader. I'm pretty sure she said the leader's name was Bob, but I would assume that is not his given name. She also let me know they are in a basement of a typical house in suburbia. She thinks it's a personal vendetta, which we were already fairly sure of, but he blames us for destroying his life. One more thing, the kids aren't tied up and Jack thinks he might be able to get out at some point. Garcia told him not to put himself in danger but if he got the opportunity to go."

"She was able to tell you all that in the short amount of time we were watching?" Strauss asked, slightly amazed.

"Most of it was shorthanded, but yes, Garcia is remarkably fast with Binary. Also, she knew that we would record and watch it again if we missed something." Reid told her, with a hint of pride.

"How does any of what she said help you though?" Kevin asked. "It doesn't matter that there are five guys or they are in a house, if we don't know where that house is. We already know that it's personal. She didn't really give us anything useful." He looked like a petulant child, trying to get his playmate in trouble.

Derek started to move towards Lynch, his face contorted with anger. Rossi stopped him and stepped up to Kevin's side. "First of all, young man, negative opinions are not needed. Second, Garcia did a wonderfully brave thing even trying to get us a message. It shows us that she is keeping her head on straight and looking for opportunities. Third, these things will help us when we find them. Knowing how many people are in the house and where our people are will be useful knowledge to have when we go in to get them out. Also, we now know to be on the lookout and ready to move quickly if Jack does make it out. From now on, if you don't have a productive statement, relevant to the case, keep your mouth shut. If you can't be professional we will replace you, even if you are the second best tech in the building.

Rossi placed an emphasis on second and smirked when Kevin grimaced.

"Morgan, what did you guys find at the house?" Hotch moved the conversation back to less destructive territory. "We were interrupted by the phone call before you could fill us in."

"Besides the busted picture and blood in the kitchen, there were no signs of anything happening in that house." Derek struggled to focus and push the urge to knock Lynch off his chair to the bottom of his list of priorities.

"There was nothing missing but Henry's go bag which just has a couple of changes of clothes in it." J.J. added quietly.

Kevin's computer beeped and they all looked over at the analyst. "Blood testing is done; they got a match on the blood found at the house. It belonged to James Tyler, two times in jail for theft and assault, paroled six months ago."

"Address?" Hotch asked.

"I have one but it's a building that was condemned by the city."

Hotch nodded. "Start tracking his known associates, chance are, the guys working for 'Bob' know each other. Prentiss, Morgan, go check the last known and talk to his probation officer. Kevin have you got the list of threats?"

Kevin nodded and handed Hotch the list. "Based on the parameters you gave, I narrowed it to 33 threats that were possibly from this guy."

Hotch continued, "Reid, watch the video again. See what else you can get from it. J.J., David and I are going to start going through the list and see if we can make it smaller. One of us has probably talked to this guy. He is arrogant; he only calls us by our first names."

"He also has some form of OCD," Reid interjected. "He has not once used a contraction. He is very formal in his speech."

Everyone thought about this and realized Reid was right, they had never once heard Bob use a contraction. It was always, "I am or I have" instead of "I'm or I've" which most people say without thinking about.

"Good Reid, let's find this asshole." Hotch said, dismissing them to their respective duties.

"Morgan, hold up," Reid called as Derek and Emily left the conference room. He followed them and when they were out of hearing range of the other, Reid said, "The last thing that Garcia signed was 'Tell D, still honey b-e-e. Does that mean anything to you?"

"Yea, kid it does." Derek said in a husky voice. "I told her about a song I heard that reminded me of us. She'll be my honeysuckle, I'm her honey bee."

"That's why P.G. was singing that song for two weeks straight." Emily exclaimed. "I don't know how many times I heard "If you'll be my soft and sweet, I'll be your strong and steady. You be my glass of wine and I'll be your shot of Whiskey…when I would pass by her office."

Both Emily and Reid realized that it was the first time they had seen Derek smile in two weeks. "It really fits us," he said. "She was letting me know we're gonna be ok."

"Rossi was right, Morgan," Reid said.

"I know," was Derek's only response.

"Right about what?" Emily asked.

"Come on, I'll explain in the car." Derek grabbed her hand and pulled her to the elevator.