A/N: Thanks for the kind reviews. :) So before you start to read this chapter, I would like to remind you that my series is set before "The Fisher King Part 1", so as we all know, nothing super, super dramatic has happened to any member of the BAU at this point and we have been given only little tid bits of information about their backgrounds. So with that, enjoy! :)
Disclaimer: Same as always.
Chapter 4 – There's No Such Thing as Privacy for Profilers
Reid and Morgan arrived at the empty BAU bullpen in less than twenty minutes. Morgan had driven a tad bit faster than the legal limit.
Now, Reid sat slouched in the chair at his desk as they waited for the rest of the team to arrive. His eyes were completely unfocused as he tried to digest the situation. He was shocked. He saw this kind of thing everyday. But even so, a part of him believed that it could never happen to him or someone he cared for.
From his desk, Morgan could easily tell how Reid was feeling. He walked over and sat on the edge of Reid's desk. He opened his mouth to say something but nothing came to mind. Instead Reid looked up at him and spoke.
"Morgan," he started quietly and he placed a hand on the younger man's shoulder in response.
"Yeah?"
"She's pregnant…"
"What?" Morgan asked shocked.
"He can't hurt her, she's pregnant," Reid trailed off quietly.
Morgan felt oddly relieved as he heard his cell phone ring. He had absolutely no idea what he was supposed to say to Reid. "Morgan." Reid heard a voice on the other end speak before Morgan said, "Thanks," and hung up the phone. "That was the CSU…no prints."
They both turned as they heard the elevator ding. Hotch, Gideon, JJ, and Garcia, all filed out of the elevator.
"Round table room now!" Hotch ordered almost angrily.
It was no trouble to tell that everyone was a little on edge. Neither of them, in all of their combined years of experience, had ever had a case like this. Nothing had ever been so personal.
The six people walked quickly up the small staircase and into the room where they received their case briefings. Everyone except for Reid and Hotch took seats around the table.
"The CSU found nothing," Morgan relayed the information to the rest of the team.
Hotch nodded, "We have to start developing a suspect list." He turned to Garcia, "Elle worked in Seattle and Indianapolis before she got in the BAU, check their conviction databases and see how many of the arrests credited to Elle are currently out of prison." Garcia nodded before she got up out of her chair and quickly exited the room. "JJ, contact her family and then give this story to the press." Hotch said sadly, "If this turns out to be a crime of obsession we may need them." Without a word JJ left for her office. Then Hotch turned and looked at Reid, "Reid, I'm sorry, but you know that I can't allow you to work this case."
Reid felt like he was ready to explode with anger, but he was too mentally exhausted to argue with Hotch. So instead, he quietly left the room and went back to his desk in the bullpen.
Morgan looked up at Hotch solemnly, "You know what else we'll need if this turns out to be a crime of obsession right?"
"Her complete file," Gideon said slowly.
"Well let's hope it doesn't come down to that," Hotch said quietly. He hated the thought of opening any of his agents' files in front of the team. There was some information that even coworkers as close as themselves shouldn't be privileged to. He quickly changed the subject. "Morgan, what did the…" he stumbled upon the words, "…crime scene…look like?"
"The unsub broke in through the backdoor. No sign of a struggle in any part of the house. Best guess is that he snuck up on her from behind."
The ringing of the phone in the middle of the table startled them all. Morgan leaned forward and put the caller on speaker phone, it was Garcia. "Well, the good news is, way to go Elle. Only five of her credited arrests are out of prison and none of them live on the east coast."
"Thanks, baby doll," Morgan said sweetly before he hung up the phone. "Well we can rule out revenge as a motive." The three agents exchanged somber looks before Morgan said, "Well, if we're gonna open up her file, I think that we should let Reid be here."
Hotch shook his head, "Morgan, you know that it's against procedure…"
Morgan cut him off, "Hotch, what if it was Haley?"
Hotch gave Morgan a frustrated look before he said reluctantly, "Fine." He was always one for following the rules. But when it came to his team, he could give a rat's ass about the rules.
Hotch left the room to go get Reid while Morgan talked to Garcia over speaker phone. "We need you to pull Elle's file."
"What?" Garcia asked taken aback. "I c…ca…can't," she stuttered. "I'm not allowed to do that."
"Well you are now, and you have to. It could help us find her," Morgan replied honestly.
"Okay!" She said angrily as she started to get into the Bureau's database. "Okay…okay…okay…Greenaway…Greenaway…we're doing this to help her, remember," she said quietly to herself. Before she started to read out loud the contents of the file, JJ, Hotch and Reid, reentered the room. "Okay, I got it!"
"Okay," Morgan said slowly, "what does it say, Penelope?"
Garcia twirled her pen around her index finger and middle finger of her left hand nervously. "Elle Isabella Greenaway, born April 14th, 1976, in Brooklyn, New York to Robert and Maria Greenaway." She frowned as she read the next paragraph. "Elle's Dad was NYPD Officer Robert Greenaway who was shot and killed in an attempted bank robbery when Elle was eight, the shooter was never identified and the case remains unsolved." Garcia scrolled down the page. "Graduated Packer Collegiate Institute in 1994 with a 4.0 GPA and then graduated Columbia University with a double Masters in Psychology and Biochemistry in 1998. Worked for two years as a psychologist for the New York City Public School Board before applying to the academy in late 2000." She involuntarily formed a small smile. "Attended FBI Academy with Derek Morgan and speaks four languages."
"Anything else?" Morgan asked inquiringly.
She paused before she spoke in a high-pitched, panicked voice, "There's a sealed file!"
"Unseal it, Garcia," Hotch said calmly. He felt terrible giving that order since he knew its contents, but if the whole team knew Elle's past, it could help them find her. He still felt terrible.
She shifted uncomfortably in her chair. "But…but…"
"Garcia, unseal it." They all stared at Reid; it was the first time he had spoken since they had arrived.
Garcia nodded even though they couldn't see her. "Okay." They heard her typing frantically over the speaker as she recreated the file. "Oh, baby girl," she mumbled into her hand which had flown to cover her mouth. She took a deep breath before she relayed the information. "Elle was raped when she was nineteen," she stated quietly. "Officer Greenaway's old partner, Gerald Miller, was charged and acquitted. There was DNA evidence against him but the jury ruled not guilty and Elle never testified…" She let out the breath that she didn't even realize she was holding in. "She was prescribed anti-depressants and psychological therapy for the next year. All of the records were sealed by Dr. Leonora Waltz in 1997." Garcia quickly rid her computer screen of the document.
There was a long moment of shocked silence before Morgan forced himself to speak, "Thank you sweetie." He kept Garcia on the line.
JJ spoke slowly, "Any possible suspects we can draw from…this?"
"Hold on Jayge!" Garcia told her friend as a link appeared on her screen. She hated popup ads so much that she had top of the line blocking software. Somehow this link had snuck through. That was suspicious so she clicked on the link. "Umm guys…I don't think we'll be needing a suspect list."
"Why?" Reid asked quickly.
"Umm…cuz I can see her…"
A/N: So what do you think? Are the characters in character or not? It is challenging to write this situation. Garcia's actions in this chapter are very similar to how she is in "Profiler, Profiled" so I tried to keep that true to her character. Give me your thoughts on this twist! Review!!!
