The Profile

[SA Dr. John Clark]

"I was actually going to ask about that, Boss; she knows the area and people far better than we do, and frankly I'd appreciate any help she can give. Besides, having her on point might help smooth things over for us..." the operative observed as he retrieved and stowed his laptop, looking over to Morgan for his next move.

[irishcsi73]

Shauna nodded, then headed back over to the high school

[derekamorgan]

"We can do that, sir. Clark, I will call Paisley if you find the detective."

He pulled out his phone to dial the office, wishing for Garcia instead of the odd, germaphobic intern. He sighed as the girl answered the phone.

"This is Morgan. I need whatever you have on the police chief. Hotch thinks that he isn't on the up and up." When the girl responded that she would text them info asap, he thanked her and hung up.

[SA Dr. John Clark]

"I'm all over it..." the former Ghost assassin replied, swiftly and stealthily making his way into Murph's office. "We've had a... 'sensitive' development--do you mind if I shut the door before telling you about it?" he asked the redheaded detective.

Upon receiving a go-ahead, he did so, then leaned in close and quietly told her in a voice designed to be inaudible to anyone else nearby, "The Boss thinks your boss isn't exactly being on the up-and-up about something here--SSA Morgan and I would appreciate your help quietly looking into this. Would you mind popping over to the conference room?"

[murph]

Murph startled when Clark entered her office, so much so that she dropped the saltine in her hand and nearly choked on her 7-Up. She nodded, and indicated her visitors chair for him after Clark shut the door.

"Have a seat," she replaced the crackers in her desk drawer as she continued, "sorry, they call it morning sickness, but they should really call it all-day sickness." She fell silent as the man leaned in to her. She listened, her expression changing to one of chagrined horror. She nodded quietly.

"I can help you. You know, between us, I have always thought that the Chief was hiding something, but I had my suspicions that it was about his wife's death, not Paul." She sighed deeply, ran a hand through her red hair, and stood to follow Clark.

[SA Dr. John Clark]

Before opening the door, Clark decided a quick explanation on some things was in order. "Yeah, I kinda... well, I can't explain how it works but I have this 'sense' that's like a low-grade psychic ability, and the BS Alarms were screaming in the back of my head when I first crossed his path but I figured I'd give him a chance, that maybe it was the usual Local/Fed Turf Fight thing. As for what I am... well, I see by some of your decor that you were a fan of The X-Files, and I don't know how to explain everything beyond that I'm kind of a real-life X-File--and some of the advanced technologies I'm testing only add to that effect. Let's just say, for now, I used to be one of the NSA's top assassins, and now I use my experience in dealing out death to try to prevent others from doing what I used to--a career change resulting in a Burn Notice that got me shot by the very people I now work with."

Opening the door, he then moved out of her way, and as they walked back across the room, he asked, "So, where're the locals' favorite restaurants? Ya can only live on drive-thru Big Macs--what's so hard to understand about 'No Onions', anyway?--for so long, ya know..."

[murph]

Murph glanced around at her SciFi stuff littering her desk, and the poster from the X-Files movie that hung on the back of her door. She smiled and nodded.

"My husband thinks I look like Scully. I understand about your ...conundrum. As for lunch, my first choice is O'Malley's. The family that owns it are neither Irish nor culinary-inclined, but they do make a mean Fish and chips. Of course, I can't wash it down with a Moscow mule, but their herbal tea selection is the best in the county. If you like American fare, the Huddle House,

off the highway near the middle school, does everything from wings to salad to pasta. I myself sometimes hit up the taco truck at the Jewel parking lot."
She followed him to the office where Both and Morgan sat waiting.

[hotch]

Hotch looked up as Clark and Murph entered the room.

"Thank you for joining us, Detective. Did Clark fill you in?"
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She responded that the agent had done so, then Hotch sighed and offered her a seat. The pregnant cop settled her round body into the chair, and listened.

"There is no good way to say this, so I will just come out with it. I suspect that the chief either knows the killer, or else knows something pertinent. We need you to help us dig-he trusts you."

"Right now, Chief Campbell is headed to the high school, but I wanted

[murph]

Fiona nodded, and then sat back, looking pensive for a moment. She sighed then, and spoke to the three agents.

"As I was telling SA Clark, I have long had suspicions about his wife's death. And you people are not the only ones throwing around Paul Campbell as our suspect. Poor kid never had a chance; Ivan runs that house like a boot camp. The children are very regimented, and he relies on his daughter, Sonia, to do all the shopping, cleaning, etc. I worry about her, she's a sweet girl. Very responsible she has babysat my son before."

She tried to share as much information as possible without being gossipy.

[SSA Dr. Spencer Reid]

Morgan nodded at the woman. He glanced at Hotch.

"Paisley is checking out the details of his wife's death. I suppose that that is the best place to start. Clark, your input?

(Please pretend this post was done by Morgan...)

[SA Dr. John Clark]

"I'd also say we should talk to Sonia--for it to work, with that household profile, we couldn't use any official 'By The Book' interview techniques, I'm thinking we can expect a certain fear and distrust of authority. Which means we'd get no results from a traditional interview, but I'm betting she's got something bottled up inside she's just dying to tell the right person who draws her out with a friendly chat... if I'm right that she's had to live a lie all these years, I can use my own having had to do that to build common ground and find a way in--I should note that this would not be a fast process, but short of risking really messing up her head it's the most efficient way; as it is she's probably gonna need psychotherapy for several years after this, and speaking for myself I'd rather we not add to that unless it's really necessary. Did you read my report on my approach to breaking that poor Landry girl? I'm thinking a variation on that, she's expecting one thing so give her the exact opposite, 'kill her with kindness' so to speak."

He turned toward the Gillian Anderson-lookalike detective, asking, "Detective, you know the girl--how do you think she'd feel about sitting down for a chat over milkshakes?"

[murph]

Murph nodded.

"That might work. She does trust me, I think I could get her talking."

[SA Dr. John Clark]

"Boss, SSA Morgan, your thoughts?" Clark asked the two senior agents. "Guess I shoulda asked before even pitching the idea, is there anywhere around here that really can make a proper thick hand-dipped shake? Those thin two-slurps-and-gone fast-food 'shakes' aren't gonna cut it, we need something that it takes a while to put down, and money's no object since I have the Division Six credit-card at my disposal," he observed with a sly "putting one over on HQ" smile.

[hotch]

Hotch was silent for a moment as he tried to consider all of the avenues. What Clark proposed seemed reasonable, and so he gave his consent.

"Actually, Clark, that is not a bad idea. In small towns like this, we can't police in the traditional way. Detective, you two work it out, and let me know when it will happen. I am about to call the others back; we need a profile, and JJ needs to make a media statement. My goal is to have this case wrapped up by weeks end."

He nodded once, indicating he was done with the pair. He turned to Morgan.

'Before I call the others back, I need to speak with the Intern. Choose somebody to go with you to interview that witness, the old woman who said she saw something. I don't care who."

[derekamorgan]

Morgan interjected.

"Clark, sounds like a good idea, wish I had thought of that."

To his boss, he nodded.

"Give the girl a chance-Garcia swears she's brilliant. If a little odd. Anyway, I can go interview. I think I'll take Agent Why, she seems like she can hold her own," he shook his head at the memory of her kicking his ass in the range. He stepped aside to make the call.