Hotch and Morgan paused at the door of the improvised classroom and looked around. There were about 25 students and several adults seated at tables scattered around the converted meeting room, and the buzz of quiet discussions filled the air. Everyone appeared to be hard at work.

"There she is," Morgan located Amy sitting at a table with a teenage boy, near the middle of the room.

Amy looked up and waved at them. After speaking to the boy and handing him a sheet of paper, she stood up and walked over to the door.

"Gentlemen," she greeted them.

"You certainly seem to have everything under control," Morgan observed.

"It took a while," Amy conceded, "But, we finally found a system that appears to work for everyone. How can I help you?"

"We have a question about students in biology classes," Morgan began.

"Specifically, we are interested in any who may have shown an unusual interest in dissecting," Hotch explained.

"Dissecting?" Amy asked. "We don't do much of that any more. Most schools, including ours, just use a computer program."

"This student wouldn't have been satisfied with the computer," Hotch continued. "He would have talked extensively about his desire to use a real specimen."

"That description doesn't fit anyone I have dealt with," Amy told him. "However, you may want to talk with Mr. Blackburn. He's the Biology teacher whose place I took when he retired."

She turned and scanned the room. "That's him over there," she pointed at an older gentleman, seated at a table near the window talking with two students. "Let me see if he can take a break and come over to speak with you."

As Amy started across the room, a man dressed in camouflage fatigues rushed into the room and over to her. At first glance, he appeared to be a disheveled and dirty teenager, but closer inspection showed him to be closer to his mid-twenties and more rumpled than dirty.

"Ms. Greenburg," he said impatiently. "You are supposed to be working with Kyle!"

"I am, Kurt," Amy replied in a soothing voice. "Right now he is sitting right over there completing a quiz so I can make sure he understands the material we covered today. As soon as he has finished, he'll raise his hand and I'll go over there and check his work."

"Are these men bothering you?" Kurt demanded, gesturing at Hotch and Morgan.

"Not at all," Amy reassured him. "They are from the police asking questions about Sue Ann Harris, who disappeared earlier today. Now, Kurt, why don't you go back into the lobby and wait for Kyle to finish? It shouldn't be too long."

"If you are sure, Ms. Greenburg," Kurt glared at Hotch. "I'll be just outside in case you need me." He left the room after giving Hotch and Morgan a glaring backward glance.

"Parent?" Morgan asked curiously.

"Protective older brother," Amy told him. "The parents were killed in a car accident about a year ago. Their aunt and uncle actually have custody of Kyle, but Kurt keeps a close eye on him when he's in town."

"Now, let me get Mr. Blackburn for you."