Reid, Morgan and JJ were attacked the moment they stepped out of the cab. Blind and couldn't move. Paparazzi in Vegas sucks.
There was three policemen present for crowd control. And that only improved the crowd outside. Inside this clean, well organized hospital. If you over look the floods of friends family member and news camera that had the waiting rooms . People shouting and screaming at one another all saying the same thing.
"Where are the family/ friend. I want to see them now!" JJ asked the sheriff. The sheriff lead the team towards the back end of the hospital obliviously in an attempt to minimize the crowding. Attempting, not succeeding.
It was improbable, seeing what grief can do to even the best of people. No morals, no common sense, not even a please or thank you.
The sheriff put his fingers in his mouth and out came an ear peicing high pitched whisper. After all the gimbling and whispers were done Morgan stepped forward.
"My name is SSA Derek Morgan. This is our Communications' Laison Jennifer and Doctor Spencer Reid."
"I will be happy to answer all of your question. One at a time please and stay calm," It looked like JJ was about to say sonething else put by that time she was lost to the sea of worries and despair.
Reid and Morgan dodged around the group and went to see the victims. Their visits weren't very fruitful. Every victim simply refused to speak like a child ignoring his siblings. It was oblivious they weren't going to get any informaton from them.
Morgan was confadint he could get the healther victims to talk, but the doctors found his methods were... thankfully just one doctor who strongly said that Morgan's method were bordering on assalt and loudly asked him to leave. Morgan did make anything of it. With the exeption of that one little hole in the wall.
Reid passed the last room of intensive care patients on his way out the door. Surprised to see it unatented. He spotted one particular boy. He look perfectly fine. His chart on the bed said extreme PTSD. Reid had seem exetreme cases of PTSD before. But this was something different. This was a touchy subject
Reid slowly walk into the room. The boy looked up but what ever he was muttering was far more important.
"Hi I'm Doctor Spencer Reid," Reid watched the boy play with his dinner. He still didn't respond as Reid sat down in the sat in the chair next to his bed.
"She is till there, they all are! There all stuck there and I just left then," He said under his breath.
"Who is," Reid paused to read the name on the chart. " Demetri, where are they?"
"Everyone. The leads, backups, the stunt people, back row, the understudy, front row and Sis she-she.." His voice trailed off.
"Lets just start over. My name is Doctor Spencer Reid. Can you tell me who held you,"
Demetri raised his head "The intruder," His expression worsened and his voice shock at the name.
The mother ran into the rom crying. Reid took that as his cue to leave. He decided to meet with Morgan outside.
"Why on gods green earth are these little victimized brat not talking," The voice came from a nearby but it was only Morgan and Reid in sight. And that definatly wasn't morgan speaking.
"Where did that come from?" Reid asked look behind him.
"It's your wizard of all things wonderful," The voice spook again. This time you could tell it was female.
Then Morgan held up his Iphone. He was in the middle of a call with Garcia.
"Why would all these guys keep quiet about what happened it just doesn't add up.
"Maybe there are trying to protect there pride. They do look like big Macho guys," Reid suggested.
"They would prbably be dripping with false stories about what they when through,"
"Ok I am done this this junk. I'm going to go back into the belly of the beast cause once they piss off Mrs. Penelope Garcia every single thing that person has ever done is going to come back and haunt them! PG out," And the connection was cut.
Everyone met up an hour later in the police station in a meeting room. Hotch had a huge map and three evidence boards full of the victims photos date and info.
"Well the geographical profile is all over the place. The first sights of abduction sights don't differ by a mile. But the second set of abduction were ten miles apart wall the abductions took place only a few hour apart. "
"Well the abduction sight was pretty vacant. Everyone is a regular or a unmemorable customer. Unless you are working or otherwise a staple in the area for a specific
reason, easily this way the unsub would achieve the purpose of stalking," JJ said.
"And the manager hasn't seen anyone he didn't recognize in the past few months. The only new is a group of kids that come from the nearby dance studio. They come regularly through the school years," Emily continued.
"All the parents say the same thing. After their weekly hip-hop lesson all the classmates go to the café. Half of the parents sat in the parking lot reading or listening to music. the other half live close enough that they go home during the class," JJ added.
"These guys are smooth talkers, they're cool guy, people you wouldn't think twice about, but they have a little world all their own. One dominant, one submissive and a followwer. One or more of then well own a apartment. They would have a secondary location where the victims are kept. And one will have access to a large van or work truck,"
"Hold on every possible abduction set is within ten miles. Multiple Unsubs maybe stalking them on foot," JJ pointed out. "They would be a stalking team,"
"No this level of disorganization with victims couldn't account for more then to Unsubs. They are uneducated, but with three or more they could put their heads together and come up with much better then this," Hotch said
"And how does that explain the victims behaviour," Reid asked with a smug look on his face like he allready knew the answer.
"Isn't it obvious," JJ jumped in. "These are all dominant personalities, whatever happened must be embarrusing or shameful. Doesn't hold their image. A single victim like that would tell faux stories about his torture and escape, but with a group of guys they would call out one another and disagree if their stories are true,"
Morgan, Reid, Rossi and Hotch stared in dismay at JJ accurate profiling wall Emily and JJ laughed like it was the funnest thing in the world.
"I'm going to interveiw Rhiannon at her house. with a little luck I can get some useful information," Hotch said shaking off the shock.
"I'll come with you," Reid chimed in they parted ways.
For the first half of the rid was complete silence. Reid called Garcia and asked for records of the second set of victims on the night they disappered.
"You never think this type of thing could happen to you until it does, and when it does most time the people who are most prepared are the most vulnerable," Reid said dreamily.
"Who said that, Albert Einstein " Hotch asked with the same straight face he always did. somehow this time it was more comforting.
"I did, just now,"
"I know. It happened to the best of us, don't let it get to you and it won't seem so sad,"
"What a scond, did you just make a joke," Reid said bug eyed.
Hotch said nothing but he cracked a smile.
"Make your calenders tonight is a blue moon,"
"If Jake heard you say that he is going to say that the moon is always blue, it's made of blue cheese,"
"Well we know who he got the sense of humor from,"
There rolled up to Rhiannons' house three minutes later. It was simple and charming and well kept if you take into acount her disobedient twins new born girl and single mother.
Reid rang the doorbell as someone inside answered with a plate smashing and the door fell open. The twins continued their fight in the doorway like Hotch and Reid weren't even there.
"Aaron Hotchner," Hotch announced and pushed his way through the twin and follower the trail of dirty footsteps, rice and crumbs up the stairs.
Rhiannon and her mom were sitting on her bed talking. Rhiannon's room was perfectly normal. Cluttered desk in one corner, next to it a dresser crammed with clothes, posters everywhere and homework half finished. When her mom relised there was someone else in the doorway her stood up.
"We're with the FBI ma. We'd like to speak with Rhiannon in alone please,"
She ran out of the room shouting at the twins as if she had just noticed the noise.
Reid sat on the floor next to the bed an she sat up. "Can you tell me who you were wit the last few days?"
"Everyone. Some vanished in the night, some cooperate and some just can't do it," Her voice trailed off.
"Can you describe the room," Hotch asked from across the room.
"Black curtains, no light, sleping bags everywhere you stepped, food and water in the corners, bars,"
"Like a prison maybe," Reid jumped in.
"Carpet, people yelling others " She stoped when her eyes started watering.
"Bars and carpet ok thanks,"
Reid pulled Hotch out by his jacket.
"She's said enough, we shouldn't push her any more," Reid looked back into the room.
Rhiannon sat on her bed expressionlessly. So blank it was almost inhuman.
After one last hopeful glance Reid and Hotch calmly walk out of the house.
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