Chapter 5

Morgan could take a lot. He could take that Reid often emptied the coffee beans halfway through the week, he could take having to cancel most of his social plans the day before because he had to travel to another state and he could even take twisted killers that tortured and killed innocent people. Most people, including him, believed that he could take anything life threw at him, until he received the phone call from Garcia.

"This is weird," Garcia started, "So you remember how victims of this M.O have been appearing since mid 1800s, right? I began to think that maybe this was a hereditary thing, like some sick and twisted family passed it on to their children and so on."

"Whoa slow down Baby Doll," Morgan told her, "You're speaking 100 miles per hour."

Out of the corner of his eye, Morgan could see Reid calming down Jessie.

"Right. Anyways, I figured that I would look at the founding families that still lived in the area, like the Williams, the Rosenbergs and the Wilkins."

"Wilkins, rings a bell," Morgan remarked.

"You're right, Mayor Richard Wilkins was the first mayor of Sunnydale. He had one son, called Richard Wilkins II, who was also mayor until 1954 and who also had a son, called Richard Wilkins III, who became mayor too," Garcia explained.

"Weird, but that doesn't quite sound like a serial killer family, they tend to live in isolation, kidnapping people and then bring them to a secluded location. It's impossible to be in the public eye and keep their habits a secret," Morgan told her.

"No, it's weirder than that. Turns out that the Wilkins have always been the mayors."

"Small town, maybe no one else wanted to run," Morgan rebutted.

"No, people did but they often died mysteriously or suddenly withdrew their campaign form," Garcia said.

"Alright, that's weird, but its still impossible for the Wilkins family to be the Unsubs," Morgan told her.

"I'm still not finished. I looked up pictures of the Wilkins and I saw that all of them look exactly alike," Garcia finished, barely containing the excitement and surprise of this revelation.

"What do you mean, exactly alike?" Morgan asked.

"I mean they could be triplets," Garcia exclaimed.

Morgan's brows furrowed, trying to find a reason for Garcia to be saying this, "Old photos were blurry, it could just be a bad photo plus family resemblances that made them look identical."

"Nope, it's real alright."

"Not fake?"

"Sugar, I would know."

"Send me them anyways," Morgan ordered.

"Be ready," Garcia warned. A second later, a small BUZZ vibrated through his phone. Morgan immediately looked at the photos and at that instant, Morgan found out how much he could take.

The phone fell from his hands, clattering on the wooden flooring of Jessie's home. Reid and Jessie looked over to see Agent Morgan staring incomprehensibly at his phone. Garcia's voice was eligible from its place on the floor.

"Morgan? Morgan!" Reid cried, running over to his teammate.

Jessie walked over to Morgan's dropped phone, trying to find the thing that spooked the agent.

"It doesn't make sense," Morgan told Reid, before grasping him, "Is it possible that one generation of a family can look exactly the same as the next?"

Reid, alarmed by the contact, did his best to get out of the other agent's hands off him, but in the end, he gave up, "There's never been a recorded case and the probability is next to impossible, but theoretically, yes, there's a chance."

That seemed to relieve Morgan a bit and he noticed Jessie staring at the photos with a horrified expression.

"What are these?" she asked.

"None of your concern, Ms. Wong," Morgan said, quickly retaking his dignity.

"No, this was the mayor," she told them, "What does he have to do with the case?"

"Nothing. This is official FBI business that you have to stay out of Jessie," Morgan told her.

"Fine," Jessie said, taking a step towards the stairs, "I have a call to make."

Jessie ran up the stairs.

"What happened? What did Garcia tell you?" Reid asked.

"Something impossible," Morgan started, before explaining the situation to Reid, making sure to keep it quiet enough so that Jessie wouldn't hear.

At the end of the explanation, Reid took it a lot better than Morgan. He looked slightly surprised, but had nothing on Morgan's reaction.

"How are you taking this?" Morgan asked, after a few minutes of Reid just staring at a wall."

"It makes sense. Either the impossible case of genetics repeating it self in three generations, or on the same level of impossibility, fountains of youth, deals with devils to stay forever young and doppelgangers are mentioned in most ancient civilizations of Earth. Or it could be that the photos are doctored incredibly well," Reid explained.

Morgan looked ready to bang his head against a wall.

"We should call the rest of the team about this though," Reid advised, taking out his cell.

Morgan nodded mutely, thoughts swirling around his head. They had just seen pictures of the same man who should of died decades ago in freaking 1999 and instead of freaking out like Morgan did, Reid just took it and said that it made as much sense as doppelgangers and fountains of youth. But the fact remained, it made no sense, those things belonged in films and books.

"Hotch is calling a meeting. He said that Garcia had told him other things too. It's urgent and we have to go, now," Reid told Morgan.

"Jessie!" Morgan yelled up the stairs.

"What?" came the faint reply.

"Will you be okay if we leave?" he asked.

Jessie grumbled something about not being a kids before screaming that yes, she would be perfectly fine.

Reid and Morgan left the pretty suburban house with the ruined garden and walked to the car.

Garcia POV (Just after Jessie hung up on Garcia.)

Well, in her opinion, that could of gone much better. It sounded to her like Morgan dropped his phone. Garcia almost yelled at him for dropping it. Then, she was hung up on. Quite rudely too, not even a goodbye.

But as much as Garcia hated it, she had reacted to the connection a lot better than Morgan could of. Garcia had full on screamed, which had accidentally brought five or so SSAs running to her office with guns drawn, and only after three or five espressos, she felt well enough to continue.

After that, she had traced down the deleted security camera tape, which in turn, led to another scream, which brought back a few agents ready for a armed fight and forced her to run to the nearest coffee shop to buy another set of espressos, as well as have a small hyperventilation fit.

This was by far the weirdest case they'd ever received, which was saying something based on how many strange ones they got. It was forcing Garcia to rethink her entire stand of fantasy and that was driving her insane.

A sudden noise jolted Garcia back from her thoughts. She stared at her phone; it was ringing, probably just Hotch trying to get the info about the tape from the crime scene that was supposedly deleted.

"Garcia, did you get the tape?" Hotch asked.

"Yes Sir, sending it to you now," she replied.

A few seconds later, she head a, "Thank you Garcia."

"Wait Hotch there's something about the tape you should really know," Garcia tried to warn him, but all she received was the sound of the dial tone. Garcia didn't put the phone back on the desk, he would call back in a few minutes, no doubt asking her if the tape was meddled with or doctored. She was sure of it.

Arg! I'm really not happy with how the Garcia part turned out, but that the best I can make out of the pile of garbage I wrote originally. Gah.

Other news, school started again so, this is no longer a priority. I will keep on writing this, definitely and I will try to get a minimum of one new chapter a month, but don't take my word for it.

Bye!