"He has my wife!!" A man burst into the police station, "He has my wife!"
In less the a minute he was being consoled by JJ and Derek.
"Who has your wife?" JJ asked.
"The serial killer. He- she was suppose to met me walking home then she never showed up and I've been trying to call her cell but she's not picking up..." The man was a worried mess.
"Okay what's your name?" Derek asked, slowly.
"Donovan Beck and my wife is Sylvia Beck."
"Are you sure that she didn't go anywhere else?"
"Yes I'm sure! I was going to surprise her with flowers and a kiss in the rain. I called her and made her promise me that she was walking, in the rain, on her way home, then we said our good byes and we hung up. I waited there for thirty minutes and then I got a text message from a friend asking me if I heard about the serial killer. That's when I tried calling her, then I walked all the way to her work and then back home just to make sure she didn't somehow get past me..." Donovan sat down in a chair, "Please. She's missing."
"Can you gives us your wife's number? There is a chance we can trace her phone and she might still have it on her." JJ tried to offer the man some small comfort. Garcia had already searched up the Beck's and was already trying to get a trace on Slyvia's phone.
Derek stood up and left JJ to console the man. He turned to the closest officer.
"I want extra men patrolling the closest highways, and an ambulance at least on stand by. Have them be on the look out for suspicious vehicles and a woman on the side of the road."
Derek looked around and saw two woman arguing with the police man stationed outside the station. Their body language and such told him that they were not letting up.
He walked over.
"We just called her cell and she didn't answer. Do you want us to call her again right now? And waste another minute?!?" It looked to Derek like the long haired one was going to break out a can of whoop ass.
"Can I help you ladies?" He asked.
"Yes. Maybe." They walked into the police station.
"Theodora?!" Spencer said from across the room.
Derek looked from Spencer to the two woman.
"Hi Spenc!" The one Derek assumed was Theodora said.
"You two... know each other?" Derek said slightly hoping this was a past girlfriend. She had called him Spenc.
"He's my cousin." Theodora said, "My name is Theodora, but people call me Theo or Dora."
"I'm Skyler."
"S.S.A. Derek Morgan."
"Ohhh... Yep.. Of course you are." Skyler said.
"What do you mean by that?"
"Nothing, we actually came here looking for a friend of ours. We decided that it wasn't a very good thing for her to be out, alone, with the city's current situation." Skyler said.
"She's blonde. About yay tall. We tried calling her cell and she didn't pick up."
"Anica Farmer?" Reid said as he joined their group from across the room.
"That's her." Theodora smiled.
"Can we move this to the back room?" Derek asked. He felt like they were clogging up the front area.
They moved to the back.
"She left about thirty minutes ago." Derek said.
"Do you know where?"
"No, but she was in a hurry."
"How long have you lived here?" Reid asked Theo.
"Almost a year. How long have you been a member of the BAU?"
"Longer than that."
"Sorry to end the happy reunion, but we have a case to work." Hotch interrupted. He usually wasn't a stick in the mud but he could have people distracting his agents, let alone him. Spencer's cousin looked at him.
"I'm not here for a reunion, I'm here because my friend is missing." Theo turned to Derek," do you know why she left?"
"She said she had work to do."
"What were you talking about before she ran off?" Skyler asked.
"We just read to profile."
"Profile?"
"The guesstimate of what the unsub may look like and what he is."
"She probably thought she maybe knew who it was and ran off to prove herself correct." Theo groaned.
"Why would she do that?" Spencer asked.
Theo and Skyler looked at each other.
"She's a journalist, but she won't write anything unless she has proven the facts herself." Skyler said.
"So she ran off to confront a potentially hostile person?" Derek said.
"She carries a gun... And hopefully she would be smart about it...." Theo trailed off.
"Read us the profile. Anica doesn't know a lot of people, so if she knew the unsub we probably would too."
Reid told them the profile.
"Jasper Golding." Skyler said.
"Anica wrote an article about him about a month ago but never published it. His implant has been dying and he got in a car wreak that addled his brain. Also Heather whatsherface was his very unhelpful speak therapist."
"Garcia did you get that?"
"Yes I did sugar cube." Garcia was already typing away at her laptop, "573 Canal Lane, Hannon, Washington. Leave here take a left then drive for five minutes then a right onto Canal lane."
"Let's go!" Hotch said. The two women stood up as if to come with them, "No your staying here."
The FBI headed out the doors.
