"Sir you can't just..."
"Get out of my way right now." I almost yelled at one of the security guards. " I need to speak with Agent Hotchner and if you stand in my way I will move you." I narrowed my eyes at him. He tried to stop me and Sam down stairs but we rushed past him. We had made it to the BAU level when he stopped us.
"Dean just calm down..." Sam tried.
"No Sam." I shook my head pushing past him and the small guard. I knew he would still follow.
"Sir!" He yelled and tried to stop me. Then I saw the man I was looking for.
"Agent Hotchner!" I called out rushing to the end of the stairs. He was at the top with an older man. " I need to speak with you." I said and the agent narrowed his eyes like he knew me.
"Sir I'm sorry I tried to..."
"Oh shut up!" I pushed the guard off me. "It's about Clara and right now you are the only person who can help us." I said not taking no for an answer.
"Clara?" A few voices from behind me asked. "What about her?" A lower voice came up. I turned and was faced with two men. One skinny and dressed like a student and then the taller and bigger dark-skinned jock. They both had different expressions. The kid looked shocked and concerned and the jock looked confused.
"Sam, Dean in my office." Agent Hotchner commanded as soon as the other two joined. How did he know our names? Sam and I rushed into the man's office and when he closed the door and blinds he looked back with anger. "What do you think you are doing?" He asked crossing his arms.
"Trying to find our friend." Sam spoke up. " She is missing."
"Tell me something I don't know." Hotchner shook his head. " But you are about five months late." He said shaking his head. "and you..." he turned to me. "Do I even wanna know why your standing in front of me right now?" he asked raising an eyebrow.
"Excuse me?" I asked.
"Five months ago Clara shows up late one night covered in blood. She walks by some agents but only talks to me. Her face looks like a dogs scratching pole and her eyes were bloodshot and it was obvious she had spent at least a few hours screaming and crying." He narrowed his eyes at me. "She could barely talk but she managed to tell me all I needed to know." He shook his head a bit. "You know I have always heard stories about you Winchesters, You two are the best hunters and you couldn't even keep yourselves alive." It was like he was disappointed.
"Clara's been hunting." Sam stepped between us. "After what happened she went back to hunting demons. She was fine until two weeks ago." Sam said with a sigh.
"What happened two weeks ago?" Hotchner asked.
"A friend of ours put her on a case." I spoke up as Hotchner walked over to his desk. "One she thought she could handle herself." I shook my head. Hotchner was quiet. "George Foyet." That's when his body froze and his face fell.
He rushed out the door and called out to his agents. "Jordan get Marshal Kassmeyer on the phone now! Guys conference room now." He ordered. When he came back he seemed out of breath. "Are you sure he has her?" He asked in a panic. I nodded. "How?"
"When I last spoke to her she said everything was just peachy." I sighed and Hotchner looked at me. "Last time she said that, a demon kidnapped her, set her on fire and killed a lot of people." I said and Hotchner's face looked even more concerned.
"Agent Hotchner, George Foyet is no longer just a serial killer... he's possessed as well." Sam sighed.
"How long has she been missing?" he asked.
"Just under two weeks now." Sam sighed.
Hotchner sighed and he looked like he was going to say something but instead he just waked out. "Follow me." He called and we walked behind him. His team was already gathered in the conference room waiting. They all looked on edge and ready except one. She was shorter and dressed more brightly and she looked terrified. When we walked into the room she took one look at me and her face went white.
"What are they doing here?" She stood quickly.
"Penelope calm down." Hotch said with a sigh. "I need everyone focused right now."
"Hotch what's going on?" The darker man asked.
"Alright some new information has come in and before you jump to conclusion you need to hear these two out." Hotchner called attention to me and Sam. "Sam and Dean Winchester, Tech analysis Penelope Garcia, SSAs David Rossi, Derek Morgan and Dr. Spencer Reid." He said pointing to each one. They all looked so different they how I imagined what they would look like.
"Winchester?" Agent Morgan stood up. His eyes were not welcoming. He looked angry. "Aren't you two on the top of the FBI's most wanted list? No wait..." He stopped and looked at Hotchner. "You two are dead." He said narrowing his eyes.
"Not anymore." I answered back.
"Hotch what the hell? We're working with fugitives now?" He laughed.
"Derek." Hotch and Penelope seemed to yell at the same time. "These two are going to help us find Clara."
"But you said..." Penelope whispered out.
"I know what I said and if we don't find her soon she will be." Hotch sighed.
"What did you tell them?" Sam asked.
"Clara died four months ago." Dr. Reid sighed quietly from the corner.
Sam looked to me and I sympathized with them I really did but we were losing time. " Well she isn't. She is very much alive and we need to get her back before Foyet gets too much time."
"Foyet?" Derek asked with a laugh. " We have been after that son of a bitch for months. What makes you think that's who has her?"
"Because she was the one hunting him down." I added.
"Alone?" They all said at the same time. "What is she crazy!" Penelope asked.
"Well you guys knew her... she didn't exactly listen to reason when it came to her friends being in danger." I said and they all got quiet.
"But there is something about Foyet that is different then all other killers..." Sam sighed looking at me then them. Sam was going to tell them the truth I could see it but then he stopped and looked at their faces of worry and I would have done the same as he did. "He is literally two different people. Both worse than each other. On some days he would be your run of the mill serial killer you have all been tracking but on others he is about ten times worse and torture is his method."
"A split personality?" Rossi stood. "No offence kid but that's not really a thing. It's just a mental disorder."
"Yes exactly, but he truly is two different people..." Sam sighed. "Look you don't have to believe me just make sure you know we are on a time limit."
"How long?" Reid stood up and walked over to us. "How long has she been missing?"
"Two weeks." I answered.
"Then she is already dead." He sighed.
"Spencer!" Penelope yelled again. I could tell she was and would always deny Clara's death.
"I talked to her today. She isn't dead."
"If you talked to her how do you know she is missing?" Rossi asked.
"I just know." I answered. "Look Clara went on and on about her team and she said you were the best at what you do so please..." I sighed just trying to get them all on track.
"Do you have the phone you called her on?" Penelope spoke up and just about ran to me.
"Yeah." I pulled my phone from my pocket.
"I can triangulate a single if her phone is still on... gives us a place to start." She smiled up at me.
"Great. I'm coming with you." I said and she nodded. "Sam stay here." I nodded to my brother and he nodded as well.
Penelope walked quickly out of the conference room. I followed behind her and every so often she would look back. When we got to her office I couldn't help but noticed the board with Clara and a lot of crime scene photos posted. "Wow.." Was all I could say.
She turned and smiled. "Yeah my own obsessive nature." she sighed. "But hey I was right and wrong." She sighed.
"Wrong?" I asked.
"Clara didn't go missing she ran away." Penelope seemed a bit hurt.
I walked over and sat next her as she typed. She seemed like a nice women and I knew Clara missed her and the other. I'm never one for pep talks or restoring faith but it needed to be done. "You may not believe this but she left to protect you." Her eyes slowly looked over. "Clara's life has never been normal and a lot of things happened within that last few days and she just wanted to spare you from all that." I smirked hoping it would do some good.
Penelope was about to speak when her screen started beeping. Her face fell and she stood and ran back. I was going to ask what happened but I had a feeling she would explain. "Sir!" She yelled as we rejoined the group.
"What is it Garcia?" Hotchner asked.
"This was just posted to my server... and I mean hacked in and placed there for us to see. It's live." She ran over to the monitor on the wall. She pressed a few buttons on the computer hooked up and a video popped up. The screen was black but I had a bad feeling about this...