Taken [Kidnapping/Case](Open)

[Tristan Burrows]

It had been a typical day for a Monday. Except for the fact
that they were given a test and it seemed like no one had been ready for it,
but Tristan had been ready for it and he was sure he passed it with an A. They
wouldn’t get their grades back until either tomorrow, which would be a Tuesday,
or on Wednesday. He wasn’t worried though. He was never really worried about
tests because he had his secret weapon with him, his memory.

Now he was just walking home with one of his close friends. His
parents were perfectly fine with their son walking home as long as he was
walking with a friend and wasn’t walking alone. So when he told his friend that
he needed to tie his shoe, his friend didn’t even stop because he knew it would
be quick and Tristan would catch up and they both knew the area very well. Neither
of them were expecting of what was about to come their way though.

It didn’t take Tristan long to tie his shoe. Once Tristan
stood up, someone grabbed him from behind him and picked him up. Tristan
screamed out for his friend and his friend turned around, not exactly sure what
to do. Tristan screamed and tried kicking the man who had just grabbed him. He
was thrown into a black van and then the man who grabbed him closed the door.
There was another man in the van who was driving and he locked all of the doors
with the press of a button. Tristan tried opening the door and once he realized
that he wouldn’t be able to get the door open, he screamed and banged on the window,
before having a rag being pressed to his face and then falling to the floor of
the van, unconscious.

His friend was stunned, but did pick up his cell phone and
called for help.

[TA Paisley Gregg]

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IT'S JUST ONE OF THOSE DAYS
feeling like a freight train
FIRST ONE TO COMPLAIN, LEAVES WITH A BLOODSTAIN
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Paisley was the first one to get the call...as she would be, since she was the case manager these days. The tall raven-haired Jew took the call-DCPD had called the Bureau. CAC and the BAU were going to work together on this one. Paisley called the Team, and then headed downstairs to find the CAC unit chief's phone number. She found it, through Mia, and called THEIR team. While she waited for PD to fax over their info, she fixed herself a cup of mint tea, and started to pace her office. She HATED cases with kids-it hit a bit close to the TA, whose own childhood had been less than stellar.

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DAMN RIGHT I'M A MANIAC
you better watch your back, 'cause I'm fuckin' up your program
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[Max Woodreaux]

Max was outside, playing, in the Colonel's front yard. Well, he was SUPPOSED to be playing, but he couldn't decide between baseball, football, or his mama's favorite, basketball. Well, it was actually just wiffle ball, but still. He had very little athletic skill. He decided to try to shoot the youth basketball through the hoop his mom had installed over the Colonel's garage. He missed a few times. Like usual. He stopped throwing the ball, and put it carefully back in the bucket his grandpa had filled with stuff for him to do when he had to babysit.

He realized he was getting hungry, so he gathered up all the equipment and took it back to the garage. He got a juice box from his lunch box-Mom always sent extra food because she didn't trust the Colonel's cooking-and a banana, and sat on the porch. The Colonel was inside, using the telephone to talk to some of his old work friends. The Colonel was going to take him with him to the VFW luncheon in an hour.

He looked at the kids coming home from school. HIS school, a dumb private day school that his mother said would make him smarter, had let out last week, and so he was stuck spending all of his days with the Colonel. Some of Grandpa's friends were cool-a few of them were old spies, and let Max look at their badges.

He saw two boys-he couldn't remember their names from when Mrs. Gold, the lady next door to grandpa, took him to the park. Then he saw something he couldn't believe. One of the boys-Tristan, he remembered suddenly-stopped to tie his shoes. And then a bad guy came and got him. Max dropped his juice box, and ran inside, calling for the Colonel, and got his emergency cell phone to call his mom, who was a cop. Sort of. He ran back outside, and yelled out.

Tristan?! I called my mommy... No one answered.

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[SSA Mia Dearden]

Mia had been down in the bullpen when Paisley came down to try and get Roger's phone number. She only had to briefly wonder what was happening. It was a case involving a child, she just knew it. As Paisley called Roger, Mia got ready to be briefed on the case.

A fax came through from the Metro PD, which Mia grabbed and handed to Paisley. "I think this is for you. Sorry, I may have peaked at it a bit. " She knew that this was a case in which time was a matter of importance. And with missing children, it was NEVER on their side. "I believe that the CAC has gotten some other cases like this recently. Boys being taken from residential areas, about the same age. If you want, I could call Roger to ask him to bring over the case files." She did well at staying calm. Although, Mia remembered the cases she was talking about, and they didn't end well.

[SA Dr. John Clark]

Colonel Woodreaux was getting some housework done, looking out the window every couple minutes to keep tabs on his beloved grandson, when he suddenly heard a scream, and saw Max running, shouting about another boy being kidnapped.

Reflexes honed by decades in the field sprang into action, setting the gears of his mind spinning. "Max, you call Mommy, I'm going to call a guy I know at the FBI," he instructed as he pulled out his own cell phone.

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Clark's office, under the FBI Behavioral Analysis Unit
The ex-spy heard a chime in his earpiece, then a voice he hadn't heard in years--Colonel Woodreaux, formerly of the CIA, who apparently had just been an eyewitness to a kidnapping.

Quickly, he set his PDA to transcribe the call into text output and save it as a document, while the old soldier told him what he knew, that there had been a suspicious black van around the neighborhood a few times over the past week, and he had seen it haul ass out of there right as his grandson raised the alarm, that right now Max was calling his mother telling her what HE knew, and that there were already police on the scene and that they'd be stepping outside to make statements in a minute...

When the Colonel hung up, Clark immediately fired off an email...

From: Clark, John
To: Gregg, TA Paisley; Rossi, SSA David; Blackout
SUBJ: Possible case

Dave, you might want to take a look at this call log from an old black-bag contact; while I know it's primarily going to be Crimes Against Children I'd expect Spence's girlfriend to lob it over our transom within a few hours. Paisley, Blackout, would you please see what you can do gathering technical information in the area of the Colonel's GPS coordinates from traffic cameras and such?

--Clark

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[SSA Jennifer "JJ"Jareau]

JJ was the first to arrive at the office. She took over for Paisley-the woman had been doing a great job taking over for her while JJ had done some refresher trainings. Now, she was back, and ready for some action. She got the text from Clark, and then got ready for a briefing. She made photocopies of the fax from DCPD, and the witnesses-two young boys. That always made her stomach hurt-she always thought of Henry.

Finally, the others began to trickle in, and JJ got herself some coffee, arranged the case files for the team, and then got ready to meet with the detective from the Police Department. They would make this case priority one if they wanted the help.

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[SSA Dr. Spencer Reid]

Spencer was the first one to arrive. He had been on his way to the office, anyway, to see Mia-they were going to go out for dinner on her break. She was working a late shift because she'd taken the day before off, due to one of his migraines. She had watched DJ for him while Aimee was at school. He kept a go-bag in the back of the car, and good thing too. He found Mia at her desk.

Hey. So I have a case...are you coming along? It's a kid case; I figure CAC is getting it, too... He took her hand in his as they walked to the elevator. In a minute, they arrived at the BAU, one floor below. They walked together to the conference room. He smiled warmly at JJ-it was SO nice to have her back.

Hey, JJ. How are you?. I think I saw the Rossi's in the parking lot. He sighed, and settled into his favorite seat. After the meeting, he'd go get his go bag. He took the file, and paged through it. It was a local case-he wouldn't need his bag. He also wouldn't need anyone to check in on Aimee and DJ. He didn't liek to leave the two girls alone for too long if he could help it.

[Constable Ainsley Rossi]

Ainsley sat on the couch, next to Dave, while he did some work on his laptop, and she watched a rugby game. RBS was ahead, against Wales Football Club, and the Highlander in her was excited that the Boys in Blue were kicking British butt. She liked these quiet afternoons best-those ones spent curled against her husband, a blanket over them, and a mug of steaming thistle tea to warm her. Even in summer, Ainsley found herself often chilly in the afternoons-she was small, and so her body could only produce enough heat to keep her warm for so long. It was also nice not to have to think about work-INTERPOL had been oddly quiet lately-which Ainsley knew meant that any day now, she'd have to turn up for a LOT of stressful work-and the Bureau hadn't called. A commercial came on, advertising some local shoe store, and Dave shut down his computer. He'd promised her some quiet time, and she fully intended to cash in on it.

Of course, just as she was about to speak to Dave, asking him if he wanted to move to the bedroom, his cell rang out with a text. The chosen tune told her it was Clark. Bloody hell. It'd better be good. She watched as Dave picked up the phone, giving her an "I'm sorry" look. A moment later, he sighed, but her phone rang, as well. IT was the Bureau, for Dave had set her phone to ring the BBC news ticker sound when it was someone from the FBI office.

The redhead answered.

Constable Rossi... She heard Paisley's voice at the other end, asking her and Dave to turn up for a case. With a sigh, she rose, turning the phone off.

So much for an afternoon off. Let me get my handbag and my badge. Fancy driving, or shall I? She stepped into the wedge heels she had worn that morning, and was dressed in a rather un-Ainsley like outfit, but at least she was still dressed, and hadn't yet switched over to pyjamas. A quick swipe of fresh lippy, and she was ready. Dave emerged from the bathroom, and after he gave her a quick kiss, they headed to the office. She hated cases involving children. She knew she could soon have her own, and the thought of anyone hurting them scared her. It also annoyed the young Scot, and an annoyed Scot with a liscense to kill was a truly scary sight indeed.

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[SSA David Rossi]

Right after Ainsley grabbed his phone and took the call, Dave heard his text-message chime--he read it, Clark basically confirming what Paisley'd just told them. As they headed for the car, he made a quick call based on the information he had...

"Colonel Woodreaux, this is SSA Rossi with the FBI Behavioral Analysis Unit. Agent Clark just forwarded me your case, and we're thinking it might be a good idea to arrange a little extra protection for you and your grandson. So, I'm assigning him and another agent he works... VERY... closely with to help keep you two safe in case these jag-bags come back for Max," he said.

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After Colonel Woodreaux got off the phone with a grizzled old Marine--he sounded like a wise old Marine sarge, anyway--from the FBI, who Clark had mentioned as his mentor, he stoopedb down to his grandson. "Well, Maxy, the bad news is it looks like lunch isn't going to happen as planned," he started. "But the GOOD news is, you're going to meet another of Grandpa's old buddies, and he and a friend of his are going to spend a few days with us telling stories about the good old days. DON'T tell Mommy about him, though... I get the feeling she and Agent Clark would need a lot of time to get used to each other."

[Jillian Walters]

I'm still alive but I'm barely breathing

Just prayin' to a god that I don't believe in
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Jill and her "mentor," Lt. Santos, were the first DC cops to arrive on the scene. She hated things like this-cases with kids. Normally, Special Vics handled these sorts of things, but they were swamped, and Jill needed some OTJ experience, so Javier said she could join him. She made a face as she exited the plain black sedan that the plainclothes preferred-the better to blend in, they said. Her new, shiny badge hung on her waistband, with her gun and her holster. She brushed a stray bang out of her face as Javier approached a little boy sitting on a porch. He was the only "witness" so far. She smiled, and tried to appear friendly as she stooped down to his level. Javier let her take over-it was protocol for females to handle the children if it was appropriate to do so. Jill didn't have any of her own, but she always LIKED kids.

Hi. I am Jill. This is my friend, Javier. What is your name? The little boy replied that his name was "Maxwell Emerson Woodreaux, but people called him Max, and could he see her badge?" She laughed a little as she pulled it off her waistband and handed it to him. He looked at it, and then at her and Javier. He nodded, and handed the badge back.

Your badge looks like my mom's. She works for the CIA. She says it's OK to talk to strangers with badges as long as I check first...why do you not have a uniform? Jill laughed again.

I am a detective. I don't wear a uniform because I don't want the bad guys to know I am watching them. Your mommy is right-it's OK to talk to a police man or woman. Thanks for checking, that is very smart. So, Max, what did you see?

The little boy looked up as an older man came to the door and introduced himself as Max's grandfather, and a Colonel, US Army retired. Jill gave a respectful nod, and waited for Max.

Well, I was out here, playing ball, when my friend Tristan from the after-school program came by with another boy who I don't know. Tristan lives a few blocks away. This man came up behind him-a bald man. He was white, and he was dressed like the guy who waters my Gram's lawn. He grabbed Tristan, really hard, I think. Tristan was screaming, and I ran inside to get my grandpa and to call my mommy, and when I came back out, it was too late. He was already gone.

[/b] Jill had been taking notes as Max spoke, and then Javier interrupted.

And then your grandpa called us? Max nodded. Jilly smiled, and then stepped back, speaking to Javier.

I will do some casing and call the Captain... She turned, but Max's little voice interrupted her.

Is Tristan going to be OK?[/b] Jilly smiled sadly, but nodded.

I am sure he will be just fine. Now, you should go inside. It is getting warm out here, and we have work to do. She ignored the harsh look from Javier as she realized she had just made the rookie mistake of telling an upset little boy what he wanted to hear, instead of the truth. She sighed, and turned away. This job sucked sometimes...


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[SA Daphne Woodreaux]

Daphne had been in her office when Max had called, panicked. She knew it was serious, because Max didn't call her at work unless it was a real emergency. He was a good boy like that. So when she picked up her extension, and heard his little voice down the line, filled with tears, she stood up, grabbed her tote, and hauled ass out of the office, yelling out to Val as she went.

Olwin? I have an emergency at home...a local kid was kidnapped. I need to go to my son. She didn't wait for her boss' answer as she dashed out the door, literally as fast as she could go. She ran to her car, barely concious of anything going on around her. She climbed in, and sped from Langley towards her home in Chevy Chase. Luckily, it was the middle of the afternoon, so traffic shouldn't be TOO bad.

Finally, she pulled up at the house, where two cops were waiting. She flashed her badge, yelling for Max.

Daphne Woodreaux. MAX! She pulled her son to her in a big hug. She was scared, more scared than she'd ever been, and given her job and her past, that was saying something.
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[Jillian Walters]

Jill glanced up at the woman who ran towards them. She passed the two cops and flew straight to the boy. Jilly couldn't help but smile-how cute. She straightened herself, as she had been bent, photographing some tire marks, and smiled, approaching the family.

Hello. I am Lt. Detective Jill Walters, DCPD. I assume you're Daphne Woodreaux? The woman nodded, and Jill continued.

Great. It looks fairly straight-forward...an abduction. Our department has called in the FBI. We're just waiting for them to arrive, and then I will have more information for you. Your son has been very helpful as a witness. She smiled at the boy one more time,and reached into her pocket, unearthing some stickers that looked like the gold star badges that old-timey law enforcement people would carry. She handed one to Max, and ruffled his hair.

It was very smart of you to call us. Thanks. She excused herself, and returned to her partner's side to wait for th FBI people. She hoped they would hurry.

[SSA David Rossi]

Dave and the team piled into a pair of Suburbans--he noted with mild dismay that Paige hadn't taken this morning's talk to heart, taking a seat in her husband's Crown Vic and then taking his hand in hers and resting them on the gear shift. "Oh well... knowing what Clark's like in cases like this... maybe this isn't the case for strict adherence to all the rules, since Beauty seems to be the only one that can tame our Beast," he muttered to himself, not realizing he was speaking out loud--he remembered that on more than one case, child-predator UNSUBs that had escaped the team had been found dead under mysterious circumstances, and that there had not been any such cases during the time between Tom Woods leaving the BAU and John Clark joining it... though there had been rumors out of NCIS.

He and his car-mates rehashed what they knew so far along the way, and soon he was braking the big SUV to a stop at the scene, the other rig right behind, noting to his mild dismay that somehow the lovebird-bearing LTD was already there, the lumbering Clark leaning on a cane as he walked around to help Paige to her feet, and Dave hustled to get in the first words to the locals.

"We're with the FBI Behavioral Analysis Unit," he started, shaking the senior detective's hand as he introduced the team, conspicuously leaving the odd couple for last. "Agents Whyn and Clark over there are kind of... protective specialists, in case they attempt reprisal toward any of the witnesses," he explained.

[SA Daphne Woodreaux]

Daphne was slowly calming down. She knew that this was important for Max, too...if she could remain calm, he would be less scared. It was easy for the books to say. They probably hadn't faced anything like THIS-or all the other nasty crap she saw at work. She stood on the porch, listening to the cops and the FBI people talk to her.

Great. It looks fairly straight-forward...an abduction. Our department has called in the FBI. We're just waiting for them to arrive, and then I will have more information for you. Your son has been very helpful as a witness. Daph smiled and patted Max's head. She wanted them to leave. She wanted to cuddle her son, to keep him safe with her.

Then, a couple of official looking cars pulled up. The FBI people. She knew this, because she recognized some of the people exiting the cars from the news. One man approached them, a short redhead hovering nearby, flanked by a shorter man and a pretty brunette. He spoke.

We're with the FBI Behavioral Analysis Unit...Agents Whyn and Clark over there are kind of... protective specialists, in case they attempt reprisal toward any of the witnesses. Daphne nodded, a bit of the fear returning.

Special Agent Daphne Woodreaux. A protective detail is NOT necessary-I work for the CIA, I think I can handle myself...

[SA Dr. John Clark]

[minor note: Clark is wearing his lifts and McCall Face here, trying not to unduly scare Max]

Colonel Woodreaux noticed his daughter's unease, and walked over to her. "Daffy, it's OK--*I* called in Agent Clark even before the rest of his team were brought in. He used to be NSA, but we worked together on a few of my last ops... really, I can handle keeping us safe, he's here to keep an eye out for the rest of the neighborhood." A harmless white lie, the old spy thought to himself...

"Special Agent John Clark, my partner's Supervisory Special Agent Paige Whyn," Clark introduced, gently kissing the spook-ette's hand. "As your father said, he and I go back a ways... Colonel, wish we were meeting again under better circumstances." As he did this, he discreetly passed a note into her hand he had written just before getting out of the car:

CIA File AD859782423444
Project REVENANT
Clearance Codeword: Reaper

Since she was CIA, that file would be enough to tell her about the capable hands her father had called in for backup, he hoped... "Really, we're only here as an insurance policy--frankly, I smell make-work BS so we don't feel like we're being benched... I kind of have a tendency to go berserk on those who threaten children, and it would not do to have to be put down by my own bride."

"Besides," he finished, tossing her a lopsided smile modeled after his mentor's, "it's a perfect cover, an old colleague from Grandpa's last days in the field visiting for a bit, chewing the fat and swapping war stories about the Good Old Days..."