Sorry for being gone for so long, but here is the next installment of Yellow Ribbons! Not much Derek and Elise interaction in this episode, but don't worry! It's more of a filler episode for the S1 Finale and S2 premiere. I hope you enjoy how I interweave Elise into this case:)

Next chapter will be up soon! And if you ever have questions about Yellow Ribbons, don't hesitate to send me a PM!

P.S. I'm so feeling Shemar Moore in S.W.A.T. Even his weird half beard chin facial hair is growing on me!

I wrapped a towel around my body, securing it under my arms as I put the phone to my ear and listened to Penelope on the other end. She was rambling and crying at the same time.

"Penelope, calm down I can't hear a thing you're saying," I explained to her.

"Hotch is going to kill me!" She cried into the phone, "I shouldn't have been using the building's wifi-," and that's when she began to ramble so fast I put her on speaker and got dressed.

Something she said caught my attention though, and I quickly picked up the phone. "Wait, you got hacked?!"

"Were you not listening?! Yes, I got hacked! What do I do?"

"Why are you asking me I don't know computers like you do, try to fix it? Backtrack them?"

"I knew that, I knew that! I'm going to try and fix this before it gets worse!"

"Ok, just calm down and go sl-," the dial tone greeted me and I realized she hung up. So I sent her a text and went to sleep.

I was jolted from my sleep when my ringtone went off.

"Hello?" I groaned sitting up.

"Flynn I need you to come in," JJ said.

I checked my watch, "Well hello to you too this early morning. JJ, I was given leave just like everyone else-,"

"Elle is in jail and Hotch needs everybody right now. Try to get a hold of Spencer," she said hanging up.

What the hell is going on?

After I dressed in a pair of black straight leg jeans and a dark blue long sleeved top, I went to get my shoes by the front door only to see an envelope. It must've been slid under my door. I knelt down picking it up.

Inside was a smaller envelope with a photo. I quickly glanced at the front of the envelope to see if there was any address.

"That's odd," I turned my attention back to the photo and sucked in a deep breath. It was a photo of Theo and I asleep. It was worn around the edges and on the back in Jack's handwriting was the date. It was two days before he died.

I pulled out my phone and dialed his number.

"Elise,"

"What the fuck, Jack?! You can't just drop something like this on me after five years. I thought I had all his photos,"

"I thought you'd like to have it,"

I sighed, "thank you, Jack,"

"Can we meet to talk? I think we have a lot to talk about. Evelyn and I are visiting her grandmother in D.C.," I could hear the way he was trying not to beg, I rubbed my temple.

"That's true we do, but I don't think you're ready for what I have to say. And how convenient that you're in town while I'm on leave," I explained placing the envelope and photo on the table by my door.

While I slipped my black boots on, the ones that had enough heel to give me a bit of height but were practical for work and my casual outfit, Jack rambled into my ear. I gathered my purse and away bag, my keys and slipped out the door with Jack still glued to my ear.

In my car I placed him on speaker until he gave the same excuse he had given me the other day.

"Jack, I'm busy. I'll call you later," I deadpanned hanging up.

I didn't want to think about him at all, but he was insistent on staying on my mind. How could he give the excuse of 'I found him and couldn't handle it?' I was getting angry now, could feel the tears threatening to break through.

I knew I'd probably have to see him in person... He was stubborn and never took no for an answer. That was one of the qualities I fell in love with. Fell in love with? Not had fallen in love with... It wasn't past tense for me, and that realization hurt more than anything.

Seeing him after all these years seemed to bring it all to the surface. I must not have buried it deep enough.

I was already at work. Car idling in the parking lot, my hands gripping the steering wheel buzzing of my phone pulled me away. "Yeah, I'm here. I'm on my way, JJ...oh shit, I forgot. I'll try him now,"

Quickly, I gathered my bag and turned my car off. On the passenger side floor was another manilla envelope. How did I miss this? Was this another photo from Jack?

Across the front in cursive was my full name and in that moment I knew it wasn't Jack. Something wasn't right here. I don't just get random envelopes especially not ones left in my car. I tucked it under my arm and dialed Spencer as I exited my vehicle. The call went straight to voicemail and I hurried up to the office. The envelope growing heavy with mystery.

I reached our bullpen and immediately dropped my things by my desk. Spencer's desk was untouched and so was Elle's and Morgan's. I sat down waiting to see JJ, or Hotch; somebody. The envelope sat on my desk, and something was telling me not to open it, but I ignored it and ripped it open.

Inside, was a piece of paper with a poem on it, in the same beautiful cursive as on the envelope. I didn't read it because a photo caught my attention. It was of Derek and I in the parking lot after my first field case and another photo of me walking into my apartment. On the back was just one word:

Fortuitous.

I frowned and read over the poem.

"The death of a beautiful woman, is unquestionably the most poetical topic in the world." Edgar Allan Poe.

Written below in large bold letters were two simple, but gripping words.

SAVE HER

Save her? As in save me? I quickly shoved the photos and paper into my drawer and went to go look for Penelope having the urge to let my mind make sense of it as I walked. I found her frantic and talking to herself as she unplugged her computers.

"Hey, Pen?" I stood in the doorway waiting for her to answer, but she seemed to be so engrossed in what she was doing I only waited a few more seconds before leaving. Her guilt must be eating her alive. They hacked her.

"What's the deal with Elle?" I asked JJ who I saw in the break room.

"She was arrested for murder early this morning,"

"Murder? What the hell?"

"Hotch went to Jamaica and Morgan is there trying to clear her name. There was a blood trail leading to her door and a body in another room- without a head. Gideon even got a head in the mail,"

"A whole body though? Could Gideons head belong to Elle's body?"

JJ looked up at me, "Those are the questions of the day," she seemed overwhelmed, her voice was high and strained and I noticed her hands were shaking.

"Don't stress too much, okay? Hotch will get her cleared and they'll be back here in no time," I reassured her.

She thanked me and I let her be. My feet carried me to Gideon's office. He was staring at a baseball card in an evidence bag, deep in thought.

"Heard you got sent a head,"

He looked up at me shifting in his seat before waving his hand gesturing for me to come in. The distance to his desk was quick and I debated on whether or not I should tell him of the weird poem and photos I got.

"Hotch called and said they were on their way back. Elle didn't kill the guy," the way he said it was like he was expecting me to question if they were sure or not.

"Good, I-uh-,"

A knock interrupted us and I looked to see JJ. "Hey, um, I just got a really strange delivery,"

"Strange as a head in the middle of the night?"

JJ handed him the shadow box and what appeared to be a butterfly inside.

"A butterfly?" I asked her.

"That's a pale clouded yellow butterfly. They're indigenous to Europe. Britain mainly," JJ explained, her tone was one of caution as I'm sure her mind was trying to make sense of her delivery.

"She has been searched for yet never found," Gideon held up another price of evidence with the same words as my letter written boldly across the front.

I held a finger up "I guess it's a good time to say that I got a weird poem in the mail and those exact same words too,"

All three of us exchanged worried looks and Gideon asked the question we must've all been thinking.

"What the hell is going on here?"

I sat at my desk studying the photo of Derek and I, worried that this could be taken the wrong way. The photo was just recently too so this person had to be watching me for awhile. While the rest of the team were flying back to D.C. we were able to figure out who the head belonged to.

JJ was waiting for Hotch, Elle and Morgan to arrive. I glanced at her and saw her head to the doors at the front of the bullpen and saw Gideon leave his office. They must've arrived.

When I reached my team Hotch was quoting something.

"What's that, a poem?" I asked standing next to Derek who gave me a small nod.

"I got a phone call last night before Morgan called from Jamaica," Hotch informed us.

"Any mention of a "her"?" Elle asked Hotch.

"You must help him save her,"

"So there's a him now, too?"

"I think he means Reid," Gideon said matter of factly.

"Reid?"

"We need to regroup,"

And in just a few moments we had twenty more questions to answer. We all ended up at the table, Derek was already on his second cup of coffee and I could tell Elle was wired right, trying to stay awake by pacing behind us.

"So, clearly we have a psychopath intent on drawing us into his game."

"Playing with us."

"Then let's return the favor," I glanced at Elle thinking, why was she always so brazen?

"He kept telling us repeatedly to save 'her.' Who's 'her'?"

Gideon spoke up next,"The items he sent us must be some kind of clues."

"Let's get them up on the board." Hotch ordered.

"I got a Nellie Fox baseball card from 1963, and I got a head in a box."

"Safe to say we're not pinning the head to the board, right?" I joked laughing. JJ just looked at me, "Sorry, my sense of humor sucks,"

"I got a rare butterfly in a shadow box." JJ said as she began to write on the whiteboard.

"And repeated messages to save "her"?" Hotch added.

Behind me, still pacing Elle said, "I got the decapitated body and a nice visit to Jamaican police headquarters,"

"I got an Edgar Allan Poe poem about how poetic the death of a woman is," I added shifting in my seat and opting to not speak of the photos.

"Reid called from Nevada. He's on his way back with a skeleton key and a note he got too." I had forgotten about Reid until Gideon had mentioned him.

"And the guy who called me said the youngest holds the key." Hotch told us.

"That's Reid," I really wished Elle would stop pacing she was making me antsy.

"Ok, but wait a minute. Unsubs, they don't contact us this way. I mean, they might taunt us, dare us to catch 'em. But they don't drag us into their fantasy." Derek said.

He made a good point. This man sought us out for a reason.

"Why not?" JJ asked him.

"Because they're sexual fantasies. I mean, taunting is a show of power, but making us the object is... I don't know what the hell that is," Derek was utterly confused and so was I.

"Something else about the baseball card. Nellie Fox was one of the stars of the 1959 White Sox. I went to almost every game with my father that year. Fox was my hero," I watched Gideon lean back in his seat as he spoke, "So is it a coincidence that he sends this to me? Or does he know how I feel about him?"

"I became obsessed with Edgar Allan Poe after my parents died. The only poem I read for months afterward was the poem I received in the note. He helped me come to terms with their deaths" I revealed, sure it meant something to the case.

"I collected butterflies when I was a little girl. That's how I knew what was in the box," JJ said.

"So then he knows us." Derek declared.

I listened to my teammates try to make sense of it all. Especially how he knew where we all were. I didn't even hear Penelope until she began to talk, all eyes on her.

"He got that from the bureau computers. Your locations are always in there so they can find you if they need you. I checked the log. The hacker was definitely in the personnel folders. There were room numbers to the hotel in Jamaica, the address of Gideon's cabin. There's a lot of information in those databases..."

"Have you figured out how he was able to get into the bureau's computers?" Hotch asked her, his voice calm.

Penelope seemed to falter at his question and I leaned forward, picking up her slight shift.

"I'm- I'm still working on that..."

You didn't need to be as skilled as any of us in this room to know that she was hiding something.

"Garcia, if you know something-"

"No- um..."

My heart sank for her. Her body language was screaming guilt and I sighed rubbing my temple as she tried to come up with words. Soon they flowed out of her so fast and the atmosphere in the room shifted instantly.

"Oh, Garcia! No, no, no..." Derek groaned coming to the realization just like I had.

"I don't understand," Hotch turned to us.

"She used wireless internet to play the game," I explained.

"By wirelessly hacking into the net here to get online, the hacker could have gotten into my computer first, and I have far less protection on my laptop."

"And he could have gotten into the entire bureau's computer system this way?"

"Yeah, it's possible."

"Playing a game?" Gideon asked getting up from his chair he turned to her "how can you be that stupid? Information, files. You have a responsibility."

"I know, sir. I'm so sorry. But I found him."

That got all our attention.

"I know who he is, the hacker. His name is Giles, Frank Giles. He lives in Arlington, Virginia, four miles from here. I have his address,"

"Garcia, you said Giles?" Derek asked her.

In seconds we were in our SUVs and speeding to the address. SWAT led us into the building and local police kept watch outside.

A dingy, run down apartment building with rats in the hallways and people strung out on drugs in the rooms. Raiding a building to get to an UNSUB always gave you a heavy dose of adrenaline and Elle next to me was no longer tired.

We all followed the SWAT team, ready to put this at bay. In the moment before the door to Frank Giles' apartment was kicked in by Derek, I had a sickening feeling that this was just the beginning of a very long day.

The door slammed hard against the wall and we entered quickly, clearing the large yellow walled room to come to two brown closed doors.

"Frank Giles! FBI!"

"Come out, Giles!"

No answer. Derek and Elle swung the doors open and stopped abruptly.

"What-," I began, but stopped, also at the sight of a large sword impaling a man.

"The fuck. This isn't King Arthur," I gasped reading the writing on the wall.

"Here thy quest doth truly begin."

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