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Post by Dr. Spencer Reid on Aug 21, 2009 19:00:40 GMT -5
By far this was the worst day of Reid's life. Maybe the worst month. Only a few weeks before he had been in New York when the virus broke off. And if all the lives that were going to be lost alone wasn't enough he had gotten infected with the virus. Most of that time was little by a foggy memory now, but what he did remember was Krys. She was there all the time, if it was true Reid wasn't sure, it could have been the delusion from the virus. Luckily everything had turned out fine, though. Now something worse had happened to Reid. Actually it was pretty bad for the whole team.
It had been in the afternoon when the call had come in. A lady, Claire Burton had called the police saying that her daughter and baby sitter had been abducted. And because the women's late husband had been FBI and murdered the lead of the case, was quickly turned over to the BAU. Before it had even gotten to that point they got an even worse call, at least it seemed worse at the time not knowing that Krys was one of the victims, Haley called saying that Jack was gone, he to had been kidnapped. As quick as Hotch got the call they soon realized that the two cases were connected, a witness remembered seeing the same white van at both scenes. It was only then that They learned that Krys had been the baby sitter. Matt and maybe Kate were suppose to come down to help find their missing teammate, and Reid had no problem with that, even if he didn't like Matt, or else Matt didn't like him.
Reid felt like he was in a spiral and couldn't get out of it. Krys was gone, kidnapped. With two four year olds. This couldn't be happening! he didn't know what to do. He had to save her, like he had when the virus pathogen had threatened her and he pushed her out of the room. But now he couldn't protect her from danger. She was gone and he didn't know if she was alive or dead. He kept running stats through his head trying to make himself feel better, but one kept coming up that scared him to death. '80% of adults abducted with kids are killed with in the first six hours.' And they were on hour three. The lucky thing was when there was an adult abducted with a kid that meant the survival rates of the child were higher. Paired with the fact that both kids were children of an FBI agent seemed to suggest some alternative motive that might help their chances.
Right now the BAU team was sitting in the conference room getting organized. They had to talk this over, think it through. Try and figure out what was going on. They only advantage was that it was in their home town so they could get right down to it. Though Reid couldn't see how they would get anything done with Hotch trying to get his son back, and Reid trying to get Krys back. Neither one of them would be thinking straight, the one thing they needed to get all three of them back alive.
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Post by Matthew Grimaldi on Aug 21, 2009 19:19:14 GMT -5
'80% of adults abducted with kids are killed with in the first six hours.' '80% of adults abducted with kids are killed with in the first six hours.' '80% of adults abducted with kids are killed with in the first six hours.' That very thought passed through Matt's head the entire plane and car ride to the BAU. Since he had recieved the call he had been on autopilot.
At first he was in a daze. Krys Robin, their analyst, gone. This had struck a chord with him. That she had been off somewhere and he couldn't help her. What made it even worse was that little Lily had been taken as well. Matt knew the mother and the little girl and was as close to them as he could allow himself to be with anyone. His best friend Jack had told him he wouldn't be on the case, but the man had to know better. They were best buds afterall. Matt wasn't going to just go home and do nothing, so against Jack's better judgement (and perhaps illegally) Matt found himself at the BAU.
Kate had been pretty accomodating, being his partner and all. Not too talkative but it was something he could appreciate. He didn't wish to be bothered discussing his feelings anyhow. Right now he just wanted to find Krys, Lily, and the Hotchner boy. There would be no rest until that was taken care of. Good thing for Matt that most of his team seemed to understand his predicament. Especially Jack and Kate.
Everyone's plates were filled up. A regular profile had to be done, they were racing against the clock. Hayley and JJ would be swamped with media given the nature of the case. Then there were the families. Hotch, the leader of the BAU, was the father of a child. Matt somehow doubted he would take this sitting down but surely he couldn't run this case himself! Once again the BAU and CT were combining forces. It was happening a bit too often for Matt's taste, since the virus scare, but this particular time he was greatful for it. He was handed a paper as he walked by who he assumed to be one of the BAU's people. Looking down on it his serious face read the writing and he haulted his walking.
Krys' family would be called in for questioning. Just a formality but personally not something Matt was looking forward to. The family was an odd one. Very good at faking perfection. The mother smiling away and yet oozing of fakeness that only some could sense. One daughter, the youngest girl, paying more attention to her looks than anything else (unlike Krys), the other daughter seeming pulled between two places a kind of genuine kindness or a shallowness much like her sister. Then there was the youngest, the poor son. Quiet, desperately wanting to say something but in the company of his family saying absolutely nothing. Finally there was the father. Matt had punched him once, he hadn't been able to contain himself. But now Mr. Robin was sober and dead inside, barely speaking other than grunts, overcome with guilt. Matt knew all of this and was dreading the line of usually formality questioning.
Behind the BAU team there was a rustle and a bustle as the CT team made their entrance, occasionally other BAU employees would turn to look. One said something to Matt and out of no where he gave a swing, he was on edge, stressed out and everyone was wearing thin already. Luckily his best friend was there to clean things up (aka smooth things over) and Kate was there to hold him back from further damage. "If one more person tells me that I should take it easy I swear to god..." He couldn't even finish his sentence for his dark, angry eyes fell on Spencer Reid from across the room. And in that moment, the cold hearted man pitied the poor lad.
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Post by Hayley "Chez" Chezaneski on Aug 22, 2009 0:51:29 GMT -5
She took a deep, shuddering breath and pushed her hand through her dark hair. She was alone in her office, and she didn't much like being alone. Especially when the events of this day had been taking place. This was the Hayley that she didn't like to show to the world, that she didn't show to anybody, that she sometimes refused to acknowledge herself. The young woman felt as if she were being transported back to a time when she was smaller, younger, and completly terrified.
The acts of her father - a schizofrenic man - were nearly thirteen years over now. However, upon closing her eyes, Hayley could still smell that basement, could taste the fear, could see her brother die. It was her father's fault that she battled insomnia, that she'd never been on a date. That she'd never be truly normal. Shivers took hold of her for a minute before she got a grip of herself again and shook herself out of it ... just as the phone rang, again.
"If it wasn't highly illegal, I'd take you off the hook." The news of the kidnapping was starting to spread, and Chez's phone was ringing off the hook. She knew it wouldn't be long before she had to do a press conference.
This situation was just too familiar.
She couldn't stand the thought of Krys, and two children - one of them that she knew - being stuck somewhere, possibly in a basement, caught by a madman. The walls seemed to close in around her, and she knew that she had to pull it together before facing her team. She'd managed to keep it together till now. Keeping the facade in place, that was what she always had to do. Keep the right version of Chez showing.
She dialed the phone.
"Matt." She spoke quickly. "It's Chez. Look, the media got ahold of it somehow - I'm not sure how much they know, and I'll need to know if and when there's going to be a press conference." There was always the chance that she'd be flown down there or JJ would be flown up here so that they could do the press conference together, which would, quite frankly, take a load off of her shoulders. Awaiting Matt's response, the picture frame on her desk caught her eye. The picture was of her brother, at six, one of the only pictures she had of him. It wasn't viewable to people who came into her office - it was a small frame, private and hidden, to only her eye.
We'll get this son of a bitch, Krys. We'll get him.
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Post by Kate Saunders on Aug 22, 2009 11:38:30 GMT -5
Kate had barely said a word since they had gotten the news of Krys being abducted. Her face was neutral and her voice sounded normal when she did use it. But inside she was a wreck, even if no one could see it. She hated to think of Krys and two children in a dark room by themselves, on the break of death. Kate's hard outer shell was a shield against the world, and even if she didn't seem to like anyone she really did. And Krys was one of the people that she was super protective of, along with Matt and some what with Chez, though the two of them really didn't meet, or get along all that much. Kate was undercover while she was in front of the camera, to opposites.
Matt was a wreck, and you could see it. He didn't want anyone to talk to him, do do anything. It wasn't the best situation for anyone to be it. But Kate knew how to deal with it, and then there was Jack with them who was his best friend so was able to deal with most of it. When they got into the BAU Kate was glade. If there was anyone that could save those three it was them. They had been the reason that the virus was taken care of so quickly. At least in Kate's opinion. A profile always helped things. And it seemed they worked with a lot more kidnapping cases then viruses. Once again Kate was out of water, though. This was not what she was good at, she was used to being undercover and this was no where near it. But that didn't matter because according to Jack they weren't investigating. This wasn't even close to a CT case. Kate still wanted to help find of friend, though.
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Reid watched as the CT team came into the small room with the round table. The table his mom had made out to be the table for the knights of the round. Reid's eyes went right to Matt as he walked in. Reid was not looked forward to working with him, because last time he had nearly gotten his head bitten off for no reason other than wanting to work a geographic profile. He knew there was something going on between the two of them, but he wasn't to sure what that was. The rest of the team had said that it was just Matt being territorial, but Reid knew there was something more going on, he just didn't know what.
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Post by Aaron Hotchner on Aug 25, 2009 3:26:39 GMT -5
For once in his life, Aaron Hotchner couldn't focus entirely on his job.
The ever-collected head of the BAU didn't know what to think, or exactly what to do. He was completely lost and try as he might, whatever J.J. was repeating - for his benefit, he hadn't asked, but she'd been around profilers long enough to know he hadn't been hearing a word of the briefing. But then, you didn't need to be a profiler to understand what Hotch was going through at the moment. You just had to be a parent. Their media liaison had the liberty of filling that role, too. But regardless of how many times his team repeated the facts, he heard nothing. Aaron Hotchner was beyond hearing. He only knew one thing for sure, and it wasn't something any parent ever wanted to hear.
The call had come in early this morning. Hotch had been tying up loose ends of an old case file and putting the finishing touches on a report when his phone went off. Oddly enough it was his cell phone that went off, as opposed to the line in his office. Immediately he knew it was Haley, and the caller ID confirmed his suspicions. And he had suspicions: why would Haley call his cell phone if she knew he was at work? She could just call the office line. She knew that number well enough. The only viable conclusion he could come to in those few seconds was that it must be important. Because while she knew she could call in his office number, there was always a chance he might not be there to answer. But he carried his cell phone with him everywhere for the job, and this she also knew. She had called his personal number first and without another moment's hesitation he had the phone open and attached to his ear.
"Haley?" he could barely get the words out before the sounds of hysterical sobbing reached his ears. All suspicion took a second seat to concern in a heartbeat. "Haley?" he said again, firmer, concerned. Haley was babbling quickly, panicked, but she was sobbing so fiercely that he couldn't make out the words. His stomach an iron knot of fear, Hotch felt his breathing hitch. "Honey, calm down. I can't hear what you're..." but he broke off again, this time struck silent with fear: all the color drained from his face, his breath leaving him abruptly and painfully. But not nearly as painful as the ache that had just seized his heart.
"Aaron...Jack...he's gone, Aaron! I was only inside for a minute b-but...he was.." and that was all she could manage before breaking into sobs again. After a few agonizing heartbeats, Hotchner's breathing kicked in again and he forced himself to take shallow breaths to hold back from echoing his ex-wife's sobs. It was a few moments later that he fully comprehended what she said and gathered himself enough to speak. And shying from the emotions that threatened to engulf him - fear, panic, and heart-wrenching grief, Aaron managed to somehow find solace in anger. Haley was still sobbing when he pressed the phone to his ear again (he had dropped it in his shock) and Hotch felt his professional facade slid and lock into place over his heart, barring in his grief and other conflicting emotions. He drew in an unsteady breath and then set his shoulders and steeled himself. He wouldn't cry in front of Haley.
"Haley." His voice came out sharper than intended, but he couldn't offer comfort now. He needed to find out what had happened to his son. His tone must have shocked her into silence, because she managed to stop sobbing. Hotch quickly plowed on before she could start again and bring him down with her. "What happened to Jack?" Straight and to the point. There was a nervous shuffling on the other line and he heard his ex-wife sniffling to stifle her sobs. She took three quick breaths before speaking. "I was with him in the yard," she began and Hotch understood instantly what had happened. He fought to keep still and listen. He didn't know that his suspicions were correct, and he couldn't assume. He had to wait it out. He didn't have to wait long.
"We were playing in the front yard, and he was digging holes in the garden. " she laughed to cover up her tears, but Hotch could hear them in her voice. His own throat felt tight. His eyes burned. "And then the phone rang." Haley said after a lengthy pause. Hotch didn't need to hear anything else. He knew how these things played out. He handled dozens of cases exactly like these. That thought made him freeze up, his fist clenched. Cases. The word had never sounded so ominous. His son was now included among those. Aaron swallowed thickly, blinking away the tears that had found their way to his eyes. He was still holding the phone, but Haley had gone quiet on her end, probably trying to hold himself together just as he now was.
He took another moment to recover, making sure his voice was strong enough. But thinking only about his son, determination filled his entire being and colored his voice. "Haley, what did you see when you came back outside?" He thought that over, then added, "Dark sedans? SUVs? Did you notice anything suspicious?" Anything? The plea was in his thoughts, but Haley told him she had seen nothing, just that when she'd come back from answering the phone - "it only took a moment" Jack was nowhere to be seen. She'd been frantic, checking the front and back yards thoroughly, the neighbor's yards and all through the house before she'd called 9-11. And then she'd phoned him, the moment she got off the line with the police.
There was a part of Hotch that was furious with her for not calling him first, before the police, but it was the unreasonable, frightened parent in him. The sensible part of him gently reminded him that he could do nothing different if she had called before. That it made sense to call them first. And finally, he had to agree. At least there was some reassurance in the fact that the police knew. There would be an amber alert issued, his son's innocent face would be pasted all over the news with the caption: "have you seen this boy?" The thought made Aaron sick. He could barely hold all the emotions back now. Gently, he thanked Haley for the information and hung up.
And then, for the first time in years, he'd cried.
He left his office looking considerably older than when he had entered it this morning. The change was noticeable immediately. His head was pounding and his throat was tight but the tears had stopped after a few minutes when he'd finally managed to convince himself that crying did nothing to help his son. He needed to take action. Do the job, that was what Aaron Hotchner knew best. He would put on a brave face for his son and do everything in his power to catch this bastard.
It wasn't until afterwards, when they were all gathered around the round table with a red-eyed media liaison presenting what little they knew that they got another call. Krys Robin from Counter Terror had been kidnapped along with the young girl she'd been babysitting for, Lily Burton. Hotch bowed his head to rub his temples and couldn't find the strength to pull his head back up. This day was just getting better and better. The news left everyone in the room stunned, and Hotch didn't miss the look that flashed across Reid's face at the mention of Krys. His heart went out to his youngest agent, he knew they were close. But he was so wrapped up in the thought of his son that anymore grief would be impossible to handle.
Reid had given out a bunch of statistics on kidnapping over the course of their working those cases, and it seemed every single one of them was trying to cram itself inside Hotch's head. Of child victims of "stereotypical kidnappings, "40 percent are killed, 4 percent are never found, 71 percent are by a stranger and 29 percent are by a slight acquaintance. Most abductions occur within a quarter of a mile from the victim's home. In 46 percent of non-family abductions, the child was sexually assaulted. Of abducted children who are ultimately murdered, 74 percent are dead within three hours of the abduction...
Oh, God. He shouldn't even be on this case. He'd realized that the moment he'd emerged from his office to tell J.J. to gather everyone. Emotional involvement with a ...case - he couldn't bring himself to think the word "victim" - was a liability. But protocol be damned. This was his son. And like hell he wouldn't help in any way he could to get him back.
After a tortured moment of controlling himself enough to face his team - of course they understood, and the sympathetic, stricken glances they'd been shooting him all morning were starting to wear on him. He steeled himself again, locking the doors on his professional facade and facing his team with a stern face that meant he was ready to listen. He would do whatever it took.
ooc: sorry it's rather uneventful, but Hotch is rather preoccupied with his own thoughts at the moment to really contribute.
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Post by Derek Morgan on Aug 25, 2009 4:04:01 GMT -5
Jack. Jack Hotchner. It was almost too much for any of the team to comprehend. It simply wasn't fair - the man tried so hard to take the monsters off the street for his son, and one of those very monstersnow had Aaron Hotchner's son - along with Lily Burton and Krys Robin. The FBI agent shook his head slowly, going over the facts of the case that they already knew. He couldn't afford to be anything less than professional at the moment - he knew that Hotch was struggling with that at this very moment. It was a testiment to the man's strength that he was still able to participate at all.
Derek Morgan hadn't failed to notice the FBI connection - Krys Robin, working for the FBI, Lily Burton, a daughter of a deceased federal agent, and, of course, Jack Hotchner. However, it was also probable that the man didn't know of a link, however unlikely - if it wasn't a random kidnapping, the children could have been chosen for an abundance of things. Krys, of course, was the wild card - if she hadn't been babysitting for Lily, would she have been taken too? Or had she simply gotten in the way, the UnSub deciding not to kill her?
Morgan hoped for a few reasons that it was the latter. An UnSub who didn't kill an adult that got in the way would perhaps be less likely to kill children.
Krys was also the reason that made Morgan think perhaps he didn't know of an FBI link - if he took her merely because she was there and in the way, than he wouldn't have known of her job.
There had been reports of a white SUV at both crime scenes, which couldn't be overlooked, but the car was common enough, and no liscence plates had been recorded. He knew what hysteria could do to neighbors - they'd jump to conclusions. Two white SUVS in two different neighborhoods sometimes could prove to be nothing - and sometimes could prove to be everything.
The only thing that assured the agents that this was indeed the same case were the fingerprints that the FBI had picked up - while neither had been found in a database, they'd matched each other. It was the same UnSub - once in Virginia, once in NYC. The issue was where he was now. They already had Garcia checking the fingerprints against similiar cases in the surrounding areas, and were waiting to hear back. Drops of chloroform had been found at the scene, along with the common signs of a struggle in the Burton house - they'd been aprehended inside, not outside like Hotch's son.
Another thing was the distance between the crimes - they weren't crimes of opurunity, most likely, unless he'd been driving through, which was unlikely. If they'd been chosen, how?
At this point in the game, anything was possible.
It was all things that they'd discuss in the meeting, and Morgan couldn't help but wonder how Hotch would make it through that meeting.
Agents from the CT team - Matt, Jack, and Kate- were heading down to join them. Agent Chezaneski was dealing with the media from their NYC office for the time being. The facts that they knew - and there weren't as many as Morgan had hoped for - were already on the board. Things were set up, and ready to go, even if the agents of the BAU felt as if they'd never be.
Aaron Hotchner was deathly pale, his eyes slightly red, he looked tired, but he was alert. Morgan knew for a fact that he was as alert as his brain would allow. When Hotch had lost his wife, it had nearly killed the man. Morgan feared that losing his son would. Morgan had worked child abduction cases - he knew that not only were the facts of the case going through his mind, but also every moment he'd spend and had not spent with his son.
Morgan's eyes traveled to Reid next. He knew that the young genius's mind would be going through facts and percentages, and he wanted to shake it out of him. Since the news of Krys had come through, Reid had seemed to be in a distant place.
The man that Morgan considered to be his brother had finally found someone - even if he wouldn't admit it - and she got kidnapped. There was nothing Morgan could do to calm Reid's fears- because they were real. 80%. 80%.
When the CT team finally arrived, there was no territorial disputes like last time, just the silent and immediate understanding that they had find them. Fast.
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I don't know how many of you know that I'm the one playing the UnSub, but I am. Therefor, if there are any questions about the UnSub, his prior victims, evidence left, anything to do with him or his case, contact me. This post was bad, but I felt that I had to do one just so I had gotten myself in there. The next will be better, oh my it is five am. I think I need to sleep. Or not.
Captain Planet over and out.
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Post by Matthew Grimaldi on Aug 25, 2009 11:00:04 GMT -5
Matthew moved to roll up his sleeve, murmuring under his breath as his mind was consumed with worries and woes about the data analyst. Not many understood their relationship, the select few being their team, but Matt was protective of the young woman. It was clear since her first day on the job he had known her before but not a lot of people knew to what quality.
He had brought her in true, saved her from jail time by working for the Bureau, but there was more to it than that. Jack and Hayley had known about him punching Krys' father because they had to pull 'clean up', but most agreed that the man had deserved it. Really, Matt had become a surogate big brother, perhaps even a father to the young data analyst, though he never wanted to admit it. He cared a great deal for the young woman which was now evidently clear by the way he was unwraveling.
His phone rang and he fumbled with it in his jeans pocket for a few moments until he was finally able to pick it up. It was Hayley. Since they were on a job Matt's voice was serious, short, certainly nothing even remotely buddy/buddy or hinting at his feelings for her which occasionally seeped out when they passed in the hallways. Afterall, she was a lovely, friendly, intelligent young woman. Matthew was done for the minute she walked through the door on her first day. The way Jack had once explained it in a chuckle was that Matt liked 'the tomboy girls' because 'he was a good country boy'. Matt emphatically denied it but then Jack went on to speak how Matt always made the woman unattainable, this was probably also true.
Matt didn't even think to ask whoever was in charge. No, not when Krys was involved. "ASAP." Was his short answer before hanging up the phone. Hopefully Hayley wouldn't be too upset. Matt didn't have time to worry about those feelings right now. Krys was missing. His Robin was missing. Who would he make fun of? Who would he eat variety packs of Honey Nut Cheerios with? Then there was Lily. A ltitle girl he had grown very attached to. No, they had to find them.
"So you guys know they're all connected." Matt grunted making his way toward the table. He wasn't one for exchanging pleasantries as is, let alone in this situation. They needed to find Krys! He'd hate himself forever if something happened to her. He would blame herself for bringing her into this mess just a few years ago, even though he had been trying to help. The silence right now would not be tolerated.
Suddenly his palms smacked against the table as the tension within him snapped. "Well damnit, don't you guys have anything?!" His dark eyes shot back and forth, silently pleading for someone to speak up, to give them something to go on.
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Post by Dr. Spencer Reid on Aug 25, 2009 18:57:49 GMT -5
Reid found himself looked at the table, afraid to look at any of the people around the room. He needed to get control of his emotions and help find the three missing people. He had to keep himself in check. No one around the table knew about him and Krys, though Morgan had suspected Reid liked her way before he even realized it. And he knew that the rest of the profilers had at least some kind of guess of what their relationship was. but as of now they were just friends, despite what Oliver had said to him he hadn't told Krys anything yet. And now was not that time to think about that. In the back of his mind something Oliver had said was echoing. "Tell her before someone... Less understanding than me comes along." Some how he couldn't help but see this situation as what he was talking about. What if she didn't come back, then he would never get the chance!
Quickly pushing that thought away, ready now to keep his emotions at bay and actually focus on the case. He could do it, he knew he could. The stats went through his mind over and over until he was dizzy. Then he started on the profile. Point after point he tried to place. Different things that UNSUB did, anything that might point to what was going on. He was so into his thoughts that he didn't even hear Matt speak. It wasn't until he slammed his fits on the table that he realized they were meant to say something.
The noise caused Reid to jump a foot in the air and almost make a yelping sound. But he was able to keep his voice down. He looked up at Matt almost ready to cry. Taking a large breath he started to talk, faster then he should have for anyone to truly understand his words. But he didn't want Matt to think that they had nothing. He also didn't want to give Hotch time to say something because he knew he would explode if he got the chance. One thing Matt wasn't realizing was he wasn't the only one missing some one, Hotch's son was also gone. "Because it seems that everything the UNSUB did was on purpose we would classify him as organized. He knew who he;s going to abduct and when. Generally this guys follow a type. This guy takes one boy and one girl, the gender might not be relevant, however. Because he takes two means the change of sexual assault is slim, and the chances of them surviving longer increases. He needs them to fulfill some sort of fantasy, and he'll keep them until they no longer work for the fantasy." He paused a moment having to swallow hard before he could continue. "Most likely Krys got in the way. There is a 20% chance she is killed with in the next twenty four hours, and 80% chance she's not. One way or another she changes the game." Reid said knowing that the profile he had give was very permature, they barely had enough information on this guy to know what his intentions where. He also knew that what he had said about Krys wasn't helping any of them, especially Matt, get over the fact that she was kidnapped as well.
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Kate followed Matt into the room but didn't say anything. There was nothing she could say, to either him or the BAU team. She knew that he was over reacting, if that was even possible in a situation like this, but he defiantly wasn't going to help much if he let his emotions get to him like this. But there was nothing his partner could say. He was More stubborn then her in this things. He would be mad when he wanted to be, and not even his best friend could tell him other wise.
Carefully she took a sit next to him, in one of the open chairs. She listened as Reid went of talking about things that she didn't understand. In some ways she wondered how this profiling thing actually helped find anyone, but then she had seen in done so she could question it very much. She just hoped that what he had said wouldn't upset Matt any more, or else she had have to end up talking to him, one thing she hated doing.
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Post by Hayley "Chez" Chezaneski on Aug 26, 2009 21:22:31 GMT -5
"ASAP."
Chez stared at the open phone for a moment, watching as it blinked for an ended call, then went to her screensaver - Krys and her on a night out. It only reminded her more of the situation at hand. She pressed her fingers to her forehead as she felt her throat burn. This wasn't the time to be weak, to let the past catch up with her. She knew what that could do to her. With fingers that were trying not to shake, she flipped open the file that held pictures of Krys Robin, Lily Burton, and Jack Hotchner.
She knew that it wasn't his fault he'd been snappy - heck, it wasn't the first time, and tensions were definitly high. This wasn't a normal kidnapping case by any means. Two children and been taken. Two children, and Krys.
Something thick and fearful ran through her, something that she couldn't press down like she always did. There was something too familiar there. These children were just like her and her brother had been - innocent of everything in the world. Younger than she and Ryan had been, but so much the same. How long would it be before they met the same fate that her brother had? A same fate, but only worse? While she considered it her father's fault that her brother had died - it was - this was still different. He could easily murder these children.
She took a deep breath and caught the eye of Ryan's photo before picking up the phone again, this time to call and set up a press conference, her jaw set and eyes cold. She could deal with this, for now - because of these kids, because of Krys. She had to help fix this, for them.
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Post by Derek Morgan on Aug 26, 2009 21:40:57 GMT -5
At Matthew Grimaldi's words, Morgan's anger flared. Yes, he'd lost his technical analyst - but Hotch had lost his son. How dare he intrude like that? Did he care if he was going to make Hotch feel even more guilty that way, like he wasn't doing enough? If he wouldn't have gotten in such trouble with Strauss for punching another federal agent, he would have. Easily, and quickly. And now.
That, while helping with his own anger management, wouldn't help his boss, or his son. Or Lily, or Krys.
Still, his dark eyes flared as he bore them right into Matt's. "Calm yourself. We don't wave little magic wands and say some Harry Potter spell, alright? This thing takes time." Time, Morgan realized, that he didn't have. "Yes. They're connected, but our UnSub may not know about that. It's possible, though unlikely, that he chose them on something else - chose them previously, as Reid said - looks, age, name. We don't know yet." He shook his head, catching Hotch's eyes. "We intend to find out. Krys might have gotten in the way, since .." He nearly stopped, nearly didn't say the next words - but they needed to be said, even though he couldn't look Hotch in the eyes when he said it. "Since they didn't take Haley as well."
"We'll need to have Garcia go through Krys' life, just in case she has some sort of connection, some sort of reason that he took her that wasn't accidental. You have to understand - if this was some sort of accident, he's already made a mistake." He knew how that might go over with Matt, Jack, and Kate - going through one of the agent's life wasn't easy for a team, his own team knew that from when he'd been arrested - but it was one of the things that would help them get out of this.
Help them get them back.
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Post by Matthew Grimaldi on Aug 26, 2009 21:59:59 GMT -5
Spencer Reid was speaking at such a pace that an outsider would have speculated the young man had somehow been caught in a compromising position equivalent to a young boy being caught with a nudey magazine. He raced through the words at a speed that Matthew could barely keep up with, but never once did the serious harshness of his face faulter. Did this young man actually know what he was doing? He seemed to know what he was saying but facts and fieldwork were two very different things and the agent somehow doubted that Reid had been out in the open... Like Krys.
Oh god, the poor squint was probably terrified right now and Matt felt a twinge of guilt in his upper chest. She wouldn't have an clue what to do! The poor girl barely had any idea how the 'wave' at a sporting event worked. Matt recalled bringing her to a Yankee game once. After explaining it to her she then went about trying to get various variations (straight, backwards, circular, and the 'ripple affect') of the gesture going for a half hour and nearly to the point of embarassment for Matt. Still, it was a happy memory stored away in the deepest depths of his emotions. Would there really be no more of those to be had if this Spencer's precentages rang true?
One pairing of words on Spencer's part caught Matt's attention and he noticably looked up. "But if Robin doesn't fit the pattern... Then the percentage will increase won't it?" His worst fear. This was exactly why he hated facts, they never brought good news. In that moment there had actually been a hint of emotion on the CT agent's features but as soon as it made an appearance it was gone again as he looked down at the table. He didn't have a clue how this profiling worked but damnit he was willing to at least give it a chance if it meant finding the data analyst and the two children.
"Calm yourself. We don't wave little magic wands and say some Harry Potter spell, alright? This thing takes time."
"Time we apparently don't even have." Matt was struggling not to raise his voice but it was very obvious that now wasn't the time to bicker with him no matter how wrong he may have been. Tensions ran high with each and every person at the table but Matt, who was usually quite mellow and hated being the center of attention, was now skidding on thin ice. Hell, he was practically jumping on it with all of his might by the way he was reacting.
"Sitting at this table telling you all things you probably already know is pointless." And with that he rose to his feet before shaking his head at Kate, a frown on his face though he was trying desperately hard to be angry. "Of course Robin got in the way. She's always doing that." He shot though it was clear he was doing it in order to not deal with his own personal feelings toward the young woman. Like a kid sister, or his kid. He was protective of her. He just couldn't help it no matter how hard he wished that he wasn't.
It was from this protectiveness that when Morgan mentioned going through Krys' life that Matt swung around to face him, eyes slightly widened. Matt knew Krys' back history, he didn't want the rest of the world to know. She had trusted him. "You can't do that. You can't possibly do that." Matthew knew very well that they could and without his permission, but even so he had to defend the girl who wasn't even here. "She wouldn't want you... Any of you going through her life like that!" He accused a bit breathlessly which made it painfully apparent that he knew something, or perhaps a few things, about Krys that he was hiding.
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Post by Derek Morgan on Aug 27, 2009 22:27:07 GMT -5
He'd been expecting the reaction from Matthew Grimaldi, for it was one that he himself had experience when Hotchner and the rest of his team had had to go through his personal life - even if it was for his own good, and had ended up in him being saved from being sent to prison. Derek Morgan leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table, dark eyes set calmly on Matthew Grimaldi.
"Matthew," He said, using the agents first name, trying to get him to feel less threatened. "I know that going through a friend's life isn't something that anybody wants to do. But I know that you want to save her, and Jack and Lily. This is one of our best chances for helping to do that. If there's a connection somewhere, we need to find it."
If need be, they could set up a system where only Matthew was told anything they found - or if not Matthew, another member of the team. Of course, his own team would have to help go through it, but it was definitly something that he could offer Matthew.
"All of us know how hard this is." He again thought of Reid, and of Hotch. "We've worked these cases before. We'll find them."
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Post by Krys Robin on Aug 27, 2009 22:53:37 GMT -5
Matt didn't listen to Derek. He didn't want to listen. No matter how much you sugarcoated it this would only end badly. He didn't like the idea of airing anyone's grievances let alone his own team member's secrets! It was proposterous. Krys spent so much time hiding these things about herself the last thing she would have wanted was the entire time knowing, let alone the knew friends she had made. But this Derek Morgan was making it sound like it was the only way that they'd be able to find her and the others. So maybe it was the only option they had.
"Fine." Came the low, barely audible murmur as he didn't even look at the group. He agreed. But he didn't have to like it."You called us." A young female's voice cut right through the tension in the air with its own coldness. On the upper platform stood a young woman, perhaps around seventeen years in age who clearly was trying desperately hard to look in her twenties with the way she was dressed. She wore quite a bit of makeup and her hair was bleach blonde. She stood in heels and a flowing summer type skirt and revealing shirt (at least for where she was located: The Bureau). Not at all practical or formal garb. A purse slung over her left shoulder in her slender left hand she was dangling keys, jingling them impatiently as she chewed on bubblegum. Needless to say she looked less than pleased.
Beside her stood a young boy, who looked about fifteen even with his baby face. He looked far more solemn than the girl, perhaps even a bit embarassed. He remained quiet, apparently a bit less daring than his sister (one look at the blonde hair and matching blue eyes made this clear though they acted completely different). Hands shoved in his coat pockets he kept his eyes everywhere but on the Bureau members below.
"You." The bubblegum snapped in her mouth as she pointed down below right at Matthew who she apparently recognized. "You're the one that called us here. I'm missing my friend's birthday party." Apparently she was more annoyed by this than whatever she was called there for. "My mom made me drive him all the way down here from LI." She complained with a bit of an annoyed roll of her eyes to which her brother gave her a bit of a 'look'. Did she really have to be like this?
"They'll be down shortly. She had to close up a deal. My other sister Laura is driving down from school so... Whatevs." The girl snapped her gum once more in the quiet but soon grew impatient when no one addressed her quickly enough. "I'm Julia." She told them all as if that would garner a quicker response. No such luck from the peanut gallery. Julia pursed her lips in utter disgust before upturning her nose.
Soft spoken Keith however was the one to speak."You said on the phone we might be able to help..." He offered quietly looking right at Matthew who he apparently recognized. Stepping toward the railing he grasped it lightly with his hands giving it a squeeze as if he could garner courage from it. "Find my sister?..."
This was Krys Robin's family. Well, part of it.
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Post by Dr. Spencer Reid on Aug 28, 2009 14:57:47 GMT -5
Reid let Morgan take over, figure that he would handle it better. Reid looked down at the table at the folder still closed on the table. He couldn't find the courage thus far to open it. He had listened to the briefing and had thought over what was said, and even talked. But he couldn't bring himself to open the file and look at the pictures of Krys and Jack, and Lily, and knew that they were missing. Read the reports himself, see what had happened. But now he figured he had to. He had decided to treat this like another case, and that meant reading the file as well. There was so much he could learn from it.
Slowly he opened it and looked down. The first thing he saw was the picture of Jack, and quickly turned it over, afraid that Hotch might look over and see it. Then there was Lily. He remembered her from the virus scare in New York, he had never meet her, but he had seen her picture. She was one of the first ones to get infected and imitated into the hospital. He wondered if there might be some sort of pattern there. He read through the young girl's file, which took under a minute. She lived with her single mom, Claire Burton, who was pregnant with another child. She had been raped about six months ago, and 15 months before that her husband, Charlie was killed by a serial killer. Charles had worked for the FBI and Claire now worked for a victims help class associated with the Bureau. Then he turned the bag to Krys' file. She was adopted when she was just a baby, there was nothing about her abusive father in the file, and Reid figured it was because she had never reported it, or anyone else in her family. He say that she had three siblings, two female and one boy. There was also a blank stop in her file. She disappeared off the face of the earth when she turned eighteen, most likely the minute she was able to get away from her family. Reid couldn't figure it out though, there should have at least been some sort of work record or some sort of money, he doubted she got any from her family. The next thing she had been hired by the FBI to work for Counter Terror.
Reid thought about what Morgan was saying about how they had to dig into her life. He felt a lot like Matt about that, not wanting everyone to know her secrets, but he also knew that it was the only thing that could be done. They could just leave the window shut, because she was their friend. They had to do what they had done to Morgan a few years before. They had to figure out who she really was, even if they wouldn't like the answer. And it wasn't like Krys had much to hid, though the gap in her records was a little odd. One way or another, though, no one would harp her on her past. It was just that in the past. Reid still didn't like the idea and decided that he wasn't going to be part of it, he would let the rest of the team look it up, and he would stay in the dark. If she wanted to tell him anything she would. He wasn't going to valiant that trust.
That was when The voice cut the steady silence that had fallen over them. Reid looked over to see the girl and boy staying there. The first thing he thought was that it had to be Krys' brother and sister. That was the only reason they would be there. They had come to help them out. Reid look at Matt and the look on his face only confirmed his thoughts. Reid looked back at the two. The girl was trying to be older than she was, and the boy looked liked he wanted to just disappear into the thin air. The girl, Julia, wasn't happy to be there, but the boy looked worried, like he actually cared for Krys, this made Reid feel better, maybe her whole family wasn't that bad. He wanted to say something, to tell them what was going on, but he knew that he wouldn't be able to keep his voice even. And thus it would be a better idea if Hotch, Morgan, Matt or even Kate said something.
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Kate found the idea of looking into Krys' past kind of amusing. She didn't know much about her teammate, but she knew that she was hiding something. She didn't like the idea of finding out his way, but she also was glade that she would actually learn why Matt and her were so close. Kate had fifty dollars in the poll that Matt was secretly Krys' bio-logical father who found his daughter that his high school girl friend gave up for adoption when she was twenty. And he still hadn't told anyone he was her father, not even Krys.
In truth the thought of going through her life was kind of unnerving to Kate. What if they did the same with her one day? How would she feel? Terrible. She had so many secrets, many of which you couldn't see in her file, but several that you could, that she didn't want anyone to know. She had worked hard, much harder than Krys she thought, to keep her life as secret as she could. Her past was one thing she didn't want anyone to know of. Unlike Matt who had a haunted past but still mentioned his sister, Jill, that something happened to, Kate had never even mentioned that she had sisters, or that she was a millionaire. Heck they barely knew he real name, as she never went by it. As long as she lived she didn't want anyone to know, and would try her hardest to prevent anyone from knowing.
She didn't say a word though, Matt had this under control, and until she was needed she was going to try and be as invisible as she could. She didn't like being around profilers it made her nervous. If there was anyone around that could figure out who she really was it was them. She had worked for years to make herself into another person, but it seemed no matter what they always seemed to see past the walls.
Kate looked up to see Julia and Keith. Kate hadn't meet Krys' family that much, she had seen them once in her year with the team, but other than that she didn't know much about them. She was good enough at her job, after all she had to be able to read people to be able to be undercover, that she knew that first off Matt hated them, all of them. And Second they weren't all that fond of Krys. This in itself made Kate not like the family. There was something odd about them that seemed to remind Kate of the Adams Family. No said anything to the two at first, so Kate decided to be the first one to break the ice. "There'll be a party next year.... actually there is a dozen birthdays tomorrow, go to one of those parties, it's pretty much the same thing." She responded very coldly.
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Post by Krys Robin on Aug 28, 2009 16:03:11 GMT -5
"There'll be a party next year.... actually there is a dozen birthdays tomorrow, go to one of those parties, it's pretty much the same thing."
"Ha. Ha. Very funny." Julia rolled her eyes and snapped her bubblegum again before fishing her slender hand into her purse, apparently digging about for something. Keith meanwhile, stuck close to her, but didn't even look at his sister. Sometimes they got along, on the rare occasion that she decided to not act like their mother, but now wasn't one of those times. Keith just couldn't fathom girls. They could be so weird sometimes!
"Is there somewhere we're supposed to go or what?" She sighed after looking at herself in a little handheld mirror she snapped it shut. Tapping her fingernails against the etched on metal she tucked it back into the bag with yet another annoyed look. "I am not going in a room with him." She emphasized looking deliberately at Matt with an angry, bitter look that could kill. Daggers practically shooting through her blue eyes. "Not after what he did." Still, Keith remained quiet. He had his own opinions on what had happened with Matt and his family, as did his sister Laura (occasionally), but now was not the time to voice them.
When no one gave a reaction that satisfied Julia she gave a heavy sigh before snapping from above: "He punched my father! I certainly don't want him laying a hand on me." Yeah, she'd muddle the waters before she even dared to stick a toe into them. For some reason Julia was always defensive, always on the prowl, much like her real estate mother. She was either really like this or it was a defense to protect her from her past. Whatever the reason it wasn't very becoming. Matt meanwhile remained quiet, looking to the ground he sucked in the inside of his cheek.
Her cold blue eyes trailed over the available selection before falling on Derek Morgan. She wasn't one for dark skinned fellows, that was more her sister Laura's game, but still, she could appreciate an athletic build. "You." She gave a bit of a nod surprisingly assertive for her years. "If you're in the room we'll do it. But my mother already told me to tell you we're not going to be separated. You want one of us you get all of us. One room." Man, the selfish little thing could have been a lawyer. "So you may want to have more than one body in there." And with that she turned around, making her way toward the interrogation room where she had been directed to go to earlier but had deliberately disobeyed.
Keith sighed as he heard his sister's heels click against the floor tiles. Suddenly he felt like a huge pawn. This was going to be a long day no matter how you sliced it. He gave the entire team an apologetic look from above before begrudgingly following his sister.
Matt watched the two very different siblings leave and gave a very similiar sigh to the one Keith had given. He liked the boy and felt sorry for him. He was stuck in a situation he just couldn't escape. He actually felt bad for all of the Robin siblings. The entire family. They were a mess and it seemed there was nothing anyone could do to fix them.
Reaching out he grabbed a few files from the table, walking alongside it, head low. "I'll be in the interrogation room with the family if any of you want to witness my demise." And with the weight of the world on his shoulders, he walked away.
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