Ineffable - S.REID

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・゜゜・．FOUR DAYS LATER .・゜゜・

Being called in for a case in the early hours of the morning meant one thing, desperation. The fact that they weren't supposed to bring go bags just added to that panic, the crimes were occurring close to home. That always introduced a certain pressure and the need to solve things quickly. When they all entered the BAU, having arrived at the same time, they were met with dozens of government officials and various soldiers. From there they were briefed and given a dose of Cipro, a precaution against the supposed new Anthrax strain that killed within hours.

They explored multiple avenues, trying to find the scientist that must have created the strain in the hopes he would have a cure. Multiple leads failed until they finally figured out who the Unsub was, now it was just the trouble of finding him. Morgan and Spencer were sent to his home and Prentiss and Rossi were sent to his lab, both groups leaving with promises to be careful as no one knew what could occur at either building.

Clara walked into Garcia's office and immediately clocked onto JJ, who looked at her with such a sorrowful expression that she was flung into concern.

"Copy that," Garcia spoke softly, evidently trying to hide something with her voice as she hung up the phone connected to her ear. Clara looked at Penelope expectantly as she turned in her chair, wanting some sort of explanation as to why everyone was acting like the worst had happened. "It's nothing Pumpkin just a dead lead," she responded convincingly and Clara had no reason to believe that her best friend would ever lie to her.

So she shrugged off the concern and asked the question she had first wanted to ask upon walking into the room, "Tea?"

"Ooo yes please," she responded, trying her best to act as normal and suspicious as possible. Clara, with a slight hesitation of suspiciousness, turned and walked out of the office to get the tea. While making both drinks (JJ hadn't wanted one), Toblerone had managed to find her. Given the influx of FBI staff within the building , it did not surprise her that he had turned up to help with the effort. They soon got to talking, quickly catching up before they came to the topic of Sam. They both planned to go to his grave for his birthday so decided just to go together, both feeling like it would be better to have support through the day. He managed to distract her for a good twenty minutes and by the time Clara returned to the room, JJ had left and Garcia stared at her computer screen as some sort of recording finished syncing up.

"Hold her hand at my funeral if it happens. It won't. Promise me, Garcia. Of course I will."

She frowned, instantly recognizing both voices of the conversation. She dropped the tea down onto the nearest table, staring at the four minute long recording as fear bit at her every thought. "What was that?"

"Clara," Garcia spoke slowly, attempting to close out the tab without looking.

"What's going on?" Clara asked in fear fueled desperation, hurrying towards the screens so she did not have the chance to delete it.

"Pumpkin-"

It was obvious to her that something was being hidden from her. She did not know the nature of the secret but of course assumed it to be the worst possible circumstance and if it was, there was no way in hell that she would go without hearing that recording. "Pen, play it."

"I don't-"

"Play it!" she pressed, panic fueling her actions. Garcia, knowing that she wasn't going to be able to fib her way out of this situation, reluctantly rewinded the recording and pressed play on the longer version of the two conversations she had saved.