Here's Chapter 5.. So much to do this week and near failing so please bare with me... This old mare (ahem ...me...almost 18!) needs to keep up with the times and grades. I love writing for the pleasure of writing and the comments that you guys are giving me is very wonderful; for my first story and for this story as well. I've never had enough confidence to do this and I love it.. So thank you thank you thank you!

Chapter 5

The BAU team arrived back at the local sheriff station and began to work on the case a bit more when they saw a few local goof-ups harassing Maxine. Hotch came up to one and pulled one away from the bars.

"Yo, man, what's the dealio, dawg?" (yeah sterotypical hooligan...sorry)

"She is a part of an investigation and you are harassing her." Hotch turned to a deputy. "Get them out of here." The deputy nodded and grabbed the boys and led them out of the station. Turning back to Maxine, Hotch made eye-contact with her before she turned away from him. Garcia set up her laptop and began typing away.

"The lab report is up, boss-man."

"Which one?" He asked.

"The DNA report? To determine if Maxine is Mike's daughter and if all the children taken had the same father?" Garcia clarified. She waved a hand nonchalantly. "I was bored last night so I ran a couple of tests for fun."

"How?" Rossi asked. "The hotel we're staying at doesn't have internet access."

Garcia eyed him behind her sparkly red glasses. "Some questions you shouldn't ask, Dave." She continued to type away on her computer.

"What did you find, baby girl?" Morgan asked.

"Drum roll, please." Garcia hit a button on her lap top and the sound of drums rolling came out. "Winner, Winner, chicken dinner! All the DNA collected from the mothers, kids, and our little cage-bird match Mr. Harry Jonson's DNA as the brother of the rapist."

"So we have DNA, we have a person in custody, we have the name of our unsub and a general location, and a limited amount of time to find him." Rossi listed on his hand. "So what now?"

A telephone rang nearby and Sheriff Holke answered it. "Sheriff." He said into the phone. His eyes widened and muttered a response and hung up.

"What's wrong?" Reid asked.

Holke ran a hand through his thinning hair. "That was my wife. Melissa is in trouble. Miss Pendive is questioning her."

"Do you need us to come with you?" Emily asked.

Holke shook his head. "No, I just need a restraining order that the local judge signed and run over there. This had gone to far." He reached for a folder and his gun before leaving the station. Hotch grabbed him before he left.

"Jared, I want you to think about what you are doing. You being a friend of mine can't help you if you do something stupid."

Holke huffed. "You don't know what it is like to live with her, Aaron."

"Jared, give me your gun." Hotch demanded without any room for argument. Holke sighed and handed Hotch the gun. "Rossi, Reid, please go with Sheriff Holke and see if we can see what this is about."

"Aaron, I don't need escorts to my own house." Holke sighed.

"Yes, but I know you, Jared. And I know how you will get so let my agents go with you."

Finally agreeing for the agents to go with him, Sheriff Holke left with Reid and Rossi to his house. After they left, Garcia began to type away on super laptop. Morgan sat next to her and stared at the door that Reid left through.

"A watched pot doesn't boil, my chocolate god." The tech goddess sang to him. Morgan smiled and reached for a legal pad and began doodling.

"I worry about that boy sometimes, Pen."

"The boy may be skinny, but he can hold his own. Plus Rossi is there with him so there's no worry."

Still, he shook his head. "Not unless Rossi breaks a hip." Garcia giggled and then composed herself.

"I'm telling on you."

"Go ahead, baby girl. I dare you." They both giggled. A woman in her twenties walked up to them.

"Agents Morgan and Garcia?"

Morgan stood and shook the lady's hand. "Yes, how can we help you?"

"I'm Agent Stevens from Child Protective Services. I was called in on the case by Sheriff Holke. May I ask where he is?"

"He went to respond to a disturbance related to the case." Hotch answered her.

Agent Stevens nodded. "Now, this girl here," she gestured to Maxine. "She is how old?"

"18 by our accounts. She hasn't spoken since we got her last night." Prentiss informed her. "We thought a night in the cell would loosen her up, but I guess she is very stubborn."

"So, my supervisor told me that there are other children besides this one."

"We assume that there are six others including the boy, Tyler who was taken last week."

"And what would the age range be on these children?"

Garcia piped up from behind her screen. "Between the ages of 13 to 6 months. With Clara being the oldest and Tyler being the youngest."

"Why all the questions?" Hotch asked.

Agent Stevens handed him a paper. "This man has to answer for the unlawful detainment of the children he fathered. Now, my supervisor is prepared to take these children away from this community and be set up in foster homes elsewhere."

"But their mothers are here." JJ interrupted. "Wouldn't your supervisor let the children go back to their birth parent?"

Shrugging, Agent Stevens answered. "I don't like it either. I even threaten to quit if he made me do so, but I have a brother who is dependent on me to support him."

"So your supervisor would separate these kids who have known nothing else but their father and drop them in a whole new place with new things that would scare them. I don't think that they will be able to cope." Morgan said while he shook his head.

"You won't be able to find them." Came a voice from behind them. They turned and saw Maxine staring angrily at them. It was the first time she had talked since last night.

"What did you say?" Hotch demanded.

Maxine gave him a cool glare but said nothing.

"What do you mean that we won't be able to find them?" Agent Stevens asked. "Your father has no right to detain these children. He is a monster and deserves to be punished."

Maxine's eyes widened and grew angry. "Go to hell." she whispered.

Agent Stevens stepped forward, but Morgan stopped her.

"Don't." He said. "She is trying to aggravate you."

"Morgan, I think it is time for us to interview Maxine." Hotch said without room for argument. Morgan nodded and asked for the door to be opened.

"Put her in an interview room and make sure she stays there." Morgan told the deputy who opened the door. The deputy nodded and led Maxine to a room. Agent Stevens was watching her as she went by with a firm line on her face.

Garcia came up to her. "If it makes you feel any better, we've dealt with serial killers that have gotten into all of our heads."

"It's just my first time on the field." Agent Stevens explained. "I've read up on how to deal with people like that, but I guess that it is a thing you have to be exposed to."

Morgan smiled at her. "Well I can say that after a while, you build up a defense of sorts against them." Morgan's phone rang and he saw that it was Reid. He excused himself from the ladies and answer it.

"Hey babe, what's up?" He answered.

"You know you should be professional when you answer the phone." Came his lover's voice.

"Would it be bad to tell you that you're on speaker-phone?"

"WHAT?!" Reid almost screeched.

Morgan laughed. "I'm kidding, tough guy. Did you settle that disturbance?"

Reid sighed. "Yeah. Miss Pendive was accusing Melissa of the murder of Janie and trying to make it seem like she had a part in the kidnappings even though she would've been in her early teens at the time of the first kidnapping."

"Well, we have dealt with kids who do that sort of thing because they are extremely obedient and loyal to their parents or parental figures."

"Maybe that's what happening with Maxine."

"What do you mean?"

"You remember our profile on Mike Jonson? We said he might have an accomplice who is loyal. She isn't giving up anything because she is loyal to the man who housed, clothed, and cared for her since she was born."

"Then she would have a image of him and think that we are the bad guys."

"That's what I'm thinking."

"We have her in interrogation. I'll relay it to Hotch."

"Okay." Reid sighed. Rossi and I are on our way back."

"Cool, babe. I love you."

There was silence on the other end. "Rossi's here, Der." came a hushed whisper.

Morgan smiled and chuckled. "Come on now, babe."

"I'll hang up." threatened Reid.

"Then when we get home, you will be in big trouble."

"Derek!"

"I would tie you up and make you beg for me. Remember the last time?" Morgan asked though he knew his little genius knew everything.

"I swear you make me hard, I will end you."

"Say it and then we can hang up."

"Fine...I love you."

"There. Was that hard?"

There was a click on the other line. And Morgan shook his head and put his phone away. He set a path toward the interrogation room to talk to Hotch.

Sorry to cut this chapter short but I've been needing to update so...yeah explaintion given. Today was the end of the 9 weeks for my school and I feel so happy and I can't wait for the weekend to come.

I will update To Be a Consort soon as well and I have another story idea coming out of my head so...Allonsy!

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