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halloweentown!!! ([info]halloweenish) wrote in [info]politico,
@ 2009-12-10 02:44:00


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Entry tags:beckett, emma, jude, liam, micah, mick, team, wyatt

liam, emma, mick, wyatt, micah, beckett, jude


It had been a long night, mostly because Liam wasn't the most chit chattery of the bunch, but Emma was friendly enough that she could get a few conversations out of him over the night. Hearing him talk to his wife for a moment had been terribly sweet, and like everyone else she was very curious about Reagan.

Through out the night, Beckett would check in with them to let them know that everything was fine inside of Jude's apartment, and Mick would check in as well to let them know when Micah checked in with her. As the night drug on, it seemed that the operation was going to be a bit fruitless.

It was around 7AM when Liam's cell phone started to ring, and Emma glanced over at him briefly. She assumed it was Reagan, but really it was Melinda, Reagan's friend who helped him sell his art and find galleries to show it at. Emma yawned and rubbed a hand over her face before she took a sip of coffee.

Liam had used sheer force of will to stay alert and observant. When the phone rang, he jumped though, startled out of his own intensity. By this time, he knew nothing was going to happen and he wondered if the unsub had found someone else or had given up for this year.

"Hey there, I'll be home soon," he began because it was Reagan's ringtone and he expected it to be him on the other end. When Melinda's voice broke through Liam blinked with surprise.

Emma glanced over at Liam again, amused when he'd jumped. It wasn't often Liam did amusing little things like that, and she loved it. She kept on sipping her coffee, staying quiet while he spoke.

"Liam, it's Mel," she said softly, and it was obvious in her tone that she was worried. "Reagan's not here. I came to the front door and it was open a jar, and the security system has been disabled. I went upstairs and I found his phone on the nightstand but he's not here and the lamp is broken and oh my God, what if something's happened to him?"

Liam's first thought was that maybe Reagan had fallen and gone to the hospital. Maybe it was his brain making up any other scenario outside of the more obvious one. Surrounded by talented people. His gut lurched and he felt bile rise up in his throat.

"Mel," he started out, voice reaching a timbre that it had never reached before. "Mel, go downstairs into the studio. Are his--are his supplies gone?"

Hearing Liam's voice like that, panicked and uncontrolled, was unnerving and Emma resisted the urge to look over at him and stare. If his voice sounded like that, she wasn't sure that she wanted to know what his face looked like.

"All right," Mel answered before she turned to head back downstairs. When she reached the main level, she went for the basement steps, and once she was down them she looked around. She went over to Reagan's table of art supplies after she'd flipped on the light, and she let out a nervous breath. "His favorite brushes are gone." Liam had gotten them for him their first Christmas together. "And a lot of his tubes of paints, and... Some of the pieces I was suppose to pick up aren't here, either." She had no idea what it meant, but judging by Liam's tone it wasn't good. "Liam, what's going on?"

For a few moments, all Liam could do was repeat the word 'no' over and over in his head. How had he let this happen when it was now so obvious what the note had meant. "Mel, try not to touch anything and it might be best if you go downstairs and wait for us at the neighbor's house. The Grinstead's." He had no idea if the man would come back, though he assumed that he wouldn't. It was a saving grace that he had such a tight reign on his emotions, especially when there was work to be done. Maybe he would break down later, or panic, or scream, or do something more to indicate the turmoil boiling up inside of him, but right now he had to find Reagan.

He didn't wait for Mel to respond, knowing that she would listen to his instructions. Turning to Emma, he grit his teeth, barely able to get these words out. "The unsub meant Reagan in the note; he's taken Reagan. Please get the team to my house." With that, Liam started the car and concentrated on driving while Emma assembled the team at Liam's address.

Emma was silent as she listened to Liam's side of the conversation. She had absolutely no clue as to what as going on, but she could tell that it wasn't good. When Liam hungup and instructed her on what to do, she immediately called Micah, Mick, and then Beckett. After she'd hungup with Beckett, she glanced over at Liam while he drove.

"Reagan's not... his type, though, I'm confused," she said softly. "The unsub takes men."

Liam had not considered that the team didn't know about Reagan. He didn't outright hide it, but he certainly hadn't ever filled them in. "Reagan is a man," he said quietly, not ashamed but cautious. He didn't think anyone would judge him, but he felt a spark of guilt that he hadn't been more open about it. "And exactly his type. I can't believe I didn't see it before."

He felt like he was going to be sick and as he drove with one hand, he pressed the back of the other to his mouth so hard he swore he was going to leave the imprint of his teeth on his skin.

For a moment, Emma was completely silent as she processed that bit of information. She wasn't judging Liam, not at all, but she was surprised. He was so traditional that everyone had just assumed he was married to a woman. Blinked, she looked ahead for a moment before she looked over at him. She reached over to settle a hand gently against Liam's shoulder as her brow furrowed in worry.

"We'll find this man, and we'll find Reagan," she assured him softly. "Just get us there, and we can start to work."

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[info]impotentwaffle
2009-12-11 02:44 am UTC (link)
Liam glanced at Emma as he drove, speeding with the lights running. His face had a grateful expression on it. Her words of encouragement fortified his stength for the time being, but he didn't know how it would feel when he actually got to their home and saw for himself that Reagan was gone. He swallowed hard, focusing on the road now.

When they finally arrived, Micah and Wyatt were already there and Jude and Beckett were close after them. Liam didn't wait, but barrelled inside, hoping to find a mistake, but he saw the broken lamp and the missing supplies. There was nothing else that screamed of clues.

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[info]halloweenish
2009-12-11 04:26 am UTC (link)
Emma let Liam head inside, and she glanced back at the rest of the team, all of who looked rather confused as to what the hell was even going on.

"His wife is missing?" Mick asked with a furrowed brow. She hadn't even made the connection to the case they were currently working on because, like everyone else, she assumed that Reagan was a woman.

"Actually," Emma said softly as she wet her lips and let out a sigh. "We all assumed that Reagan was a woman, but Reagan's a man. So yes, Reagan is missing, and Liam is certain that the unsub took him."

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Oh god, that icon almost killed me. Guh
[info]impotentwaffle
2009-12-11 07:06 am UTC (link)
Beckett frowned, slow on the uptake considering it was the last thing he'd expected to hear. "Our unsub took Reagan, who happens to be a talented man." He had to say it out loud for himself to really believe it. Glancing around at the rest of them, he gauged their reactions.

Inside, Liam phoned the local area police, informing them of the situation, going through all of the proper channels even in the midst of intense grief threatening to thrust itself out of him. He came outside then to face the rest of the unit and he looked as if all the blood had drained from his body. "Clothes and art supplies missing. No communication of any sort, no notes. Sign of struggle."

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she's gorgeous :x
[info]halloweenish
2009-12-11 07:20 am UTC (link)
Jude's mouth had dropped open, and for a moment all he could really do was blink and look completely shocked. Mick looked just as puzzled, and she wondered how she'd missed something like that, but her main concern was Liam. Micah frowned and exchanged a look with Wyatt and when Liam came out of the house his heart went out to the man.

"When was the last time you spoke with him?" Micah asked, all ready trying to figure out a time frame of when Reagan had gone missing.

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[info]impotentwaffle
2009-12-11 07:02 pm UTC (link)
"Last night, around 8:30pm." His mind went directly to his interview with Callaway, thinking about how the last time he saw his lover it had been in anger. Should he at least be thankful he'd told Reagan he loved him before he lost him? No, he couldn't lose him--that just wasn't possible. As he looked at his team, he had faith in them, but he wasn't going to take any chances and he lifted his cell to his ear and called Chancellor. "I need you here, Reagan's missing," was all he said to the man, knowing he would be ready to help, especially in a situation like this. When he snapped the phone shut, he looked at Mick. "Please go meet him at the jet. Take him to interview the brother we couldn't get a hold of." He thought that maybe that young man held all the answers since he was the only one they hadn't been able to speak with. And he needed Chancellor there to lead, fearing that perhaps the bureau would take them off the case if Liam was too close to it.

Wyatt stepped forward. "May we go inside and take a look at--" he didn't want to say 'the crime scene,' but that's what it was now. "I mean, take a look?" Liam nodded and waved them inside, trying not to focus on how surreal it was to be one of the victims in this case.

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[info]halloweenish
2009-12-11 08:44 pm UTC (link)
Micah had no idea who Liam was calling, but Mick seemed to know. She nodded at his request and turned to leave, ready to get to West Virginia so that she and Chancellor could talk to Murphy's brother.

"I should get to my office," Jude said softly, "I can do more help from there - anything you guys need..." he added as he glanced over at Beckett.

Micah and Emma were all ready following Wyatt inside, and Micah immediately went for the stairs so that he could see the bedroom. He was assuming that Reagan had been taken from there, probably in bed, because that seemed to be how all of the other's had been taken. It was difficult not to notice Liam's house. It was decorated nicely, but it was warm, and art was everywhere. He hadn't a clue that Liam was even into art.

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[info]impotentwaffle
2009-12-11 09:48 pm UTC (link)
Liam wasn't sure if he could go back inside and be mentally present. He looked at Jude. "I'll drive you back to the office and go back through all of the files. If you guys need me for questions, call me and let me know." He knew himself well enough to know that he couldn't go back inside and see Reagan's paintings on the wall and not break down. He was going to go where he could be effective, back to his office surrounded by the keys to the case if only he could figure them out. The answer was always there and he would find it.

Beckett handed Liam the keys to his car so he could drive Jude back to the office and then went inside with the rest of the team. He would need to be there when the police arrived. He caught up with Emma who was downstairs examining the studio downstairs. "The police will be here to process the scene soon enough. It's pretty rare we get to see it first, at least there's that. Do you think he had the victim subdued upstairs while he did this?"

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[info]halloweenish
2009-12-11 10:00 pm UTC (link)
Emma had a pair of gloves on, and she was careful as she looked at the table full of supplies. Even though it was still rather full, there were obvious spots where things had been and now were obviously missing. When Beckett came downstairs, she glanced up at him before she let out a sigh.

"Maybe," she answered, "But I don't think he'd risk that. Assuming that Reagan's like the rest of us, he probably kept his cell phone charging on the nighstand next to the bed. Liam's job is dangerous, he'd want the phone close," she added before she bit down on her lower lip and furrowed her brow. "Maybe he'd all ready taken him outside and put him in whatever car he was using. He'd be more confined there, and if he was sedated like Casey Porter had been, Reagan wouldn't have really had much of a chance to get away."

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[info]impotentwaffle
2009-12-12 12:05 am UTC (link)
"Does the fact that he sedates them say anything about what type of person he is? I guess it's just smart if you don't want to get caught but I've heard of kidnappers who just take the people. He's clearly strong if he can pack a limp human being all the way out to a vehicle of some sort by himself. He could probably knock them out a more vicious way if he wanted." Beckett had learned a good deal about profiling, but he still didn't know all the answers, that was for sure.

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[info]halloweenish
2009-12-12 12:10 am UTC (link)
"He probably doesn't want them to fight because he doesn't want to hurt them, which means that he cares about them," Emma replied grimly. "To him, he's all ready built a relationship with them, they just don't know it yet, in his eyes. And he probably thinks that they'll come to trust him and love him just as much as he does them."

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[info]impotentwaffle
2009-12-12 05:27 pm UTC (link)
"I hope the fact that we haven't found any bodies means we have some time and not just that he's found a really good dump site." Bodies had a way of turning up, but there were those rare few criminals who could hide them in such a way where they were never found. Beckett didn't want to think of Liam's significant other buried in a spot where no one would look.

Upstairs, Wyatt was in the bedroom with Micah, surveying the scene. "Not a lot of struggle, except for the lamp. I don't think he messes around with keeping them conscious very long. Reagan probably tried to use this as a weapon. When the police get here, fingerprints will tell us more. Micah, I can't believe we thought it was going to be us. Why didn't Liam tell us? Maybe one of us could have considered Reagan as a target."

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[info]halloweenish
2009-12-12 06:00 pm UTC (link)
"If he's collecting them because of their talents, it's highly unlikely that he would kill them. He values them, they mean something to him. He wants to keep them, in his eyes they're his to take care of. He probably takes really good care of them, as hard as that is to believe," Emma said quietly.

"Liam's a private person," Micah offered as he knelt down beside the broken lamp with a frown. "He probably seperates his work from his private life." He looked up at Wyatt and shook his head. "This unsub is always one step ahead of us and I really don't like it."

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[info]impotentwaffle
2009-12-13 05:27 pm UTC (link)
Wyatt shivered at that notion. If the man was always ahead, then they had no hope of catching him. "We have a fresh scene now--I don't think he'll be ahead for too long now. The probability for solving a case goes down as the crime gets older. He's made a mistake in taking Reagan." He had to think that or he would fall headlong into anxiety. What would the team be like if Liam was changed so profoundly? "Chancellor will help," he said with admiration. He had incredible faith in the man.

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[info]halloweenish
2009-12-13 11:02 pm UTC (link)
"The man who Liam called?" Micah asked curiously as he got to his feet. A little white cat came into the bedroom and went over to Micah's leg to brush up against it, and he glanced down at it, wishing that he could get into the creature's mind. It had probably seen something useful. "Who is he?" he added, returning his attention to Wyatt as he bent down and picked the cat up. "I bet you Reagan feeds him every morning, lets go find the cat food since Liam's not going to be coming back home for a while..."

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[info]impotentwaffle
2009-12-14 12:56 am UTC (link)
Wyatt peered down at the little creature, almost perplexed by it. He would not be the best pet owner, more inclined to study animals than care for them. "He retired awhile ago. He was Liam's friend, colleague, mentor I think would be a good word for him. He's one of the best I've ever met." There was no mistaking the level of admiration for the man. He was one of the only people who could beat Wyatt at chess and othello.

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[info]halloweenish
2009-12-14 01:11 am UTC (link)
Micah led the way downstairs with the cat tucked under one arm, and it was purring loudly. He scratched behind the little thing's ear as he listened to Wyatt's words. "Really? Well I'm very interested to meet him," Micah said honestly.

Emma was coming up the stairs from the basement area, followed by Beckett, and she let out a quiet sigh.

"There's a receipt next to some canvas down there, he just bought some supplies. I noticed that the trash bin is outside, so he probably left the garage open while he brought everything in, and then he took the trash to the curb. Maybe that's how the unsub got in undetected, and was able to disarm the system from inside," she suggested to both Wyatt and Micah while Micah searched for cat food. She saw the little white creature and arched a brow, "Liam has a cat?"

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[info]impotentwaffle
2009-12-14 02:36 am UTC (link)
"I'd pegged him as a goldfish man," Beckett piped up.

Wyatt held up a finger. "Actually, studies have shown no corelation between pet choice and personality.

>rowning slightly, Beckett shot Wyatt a look. "There have been studies on that? Wait, don't answer--I don't need a citation." He looked around in the living room where they had congregated. "So now that we have some more info, we can go back and apply it to the previous cases. He has to be keeping them."

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[info]halloweenish
2009-12-14 02:42 am UTC (link)
Emma nodded her head a little bit as the police arrived, and she let Beckett handle them since he was better at it than anyone else in the room. Once he was finished, she waved him over and shook her hair out of her eyes while Micah poured Spooky some food and got the little cat some water.

"Should one of us stay here with them while they process everything?" she asked. "I can do it, I don't mind. You should go with Micah and Wyatt, help Liam."

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[info]impotentwaffle
2009-12-14 07:14 pm UTC (link)
Beckett put a hand on Emma's upper arm kindly. "Yes, staying would be good. You'll be able to get the report of what they find faster." And time felt even more of the essence now. "We'll be able to come up with a new plan of attack by the time you get back.

He gestured for the others to follow him, and headed out to the car. Micah had the keys so Beckett hopped in the passenger seat and Wyatt climbed in the back to make their way back to the office.

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[info]halloweenish
2009-12-14 10:51 pm UTC (link)
Emma nodded her head at Beckett and watched the three of them file out. Once outside, Micah slipped into the passanger seat to start the engine. He was sure that everyone was exhausted, but he was also sure that no one would really be getting any sleep anytime soon.

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