Fic: Alternate Avenues of Investigation 4/? (CM/SPN)
Warning, I wrote this part of Notepad so expect a few spelling mistakes. And sorry for how long it took to get out. :(
Earlier Parts 1I 2I3I
Morgan was waiting for him when he came out of the room.
"The others really need to know what you've been able to pull from him, they've identified the other photographs but we don't know whether they're other victims or even if there is a crime in the first place. This could all be Winchesters way of distracting us from something else. At this point they're only missing; nothing to really link them except the photos."
"According to Winchester they are victims. The UNSUB took them and Gideon told him and his brother about it. And since Gideon went missing he came to us."
"What do you think about his story?" Hotch asked, wanting his opinion.
Morgan mused. "It would explain why he'd walk into the FBI headquarters; even at Green River he tripped the alarm somewhere else. This time he's walk straight into the lions den. That's either courage or desperation."
"Have you noticed the use of Jason instead of Gideon?" Hotch asked. It was bothering him actually. That this man who was supposedly a serial killer used his friends' first name.
"Yeah, I mean, even Reid never calls him Jason. It either Winchester knows him really well or he's trying to..." Morgan drifted off.
Hotch and Morgan just stared at each other for a moment until Hotch decided, "I want to see him interact with the others. Maybe we'll also get some more information from him."
"We did the same thing with Hightower, although that did end with him blowing the head off of Mason Turner."
Hotch walked Dean in front of him. He'd gone back into the room and Dean had obviously seen the answer of his face. The expression of relief that flashed across Dean's face made Hotch put another tick in the column marked 'not the unsub'. Luckily they didn't pass anyone in the hall; he didn't want to explain how he had lost his mind. All he knew was that his team was running around like bees with no flowers in reach and Winchester held the key to it all.
To say his team was surprised at Winchesters appearance was to say the ocean was wet. All except Rossi, sometimes Hotch wished the man didn't know him quite so well.
The first thing Dean noticed of the room was the board that covered three quarters of a wall covered in either pictures of Jason and the others or information about the two of them. And he was a little awestruck at how thorough they were with only an hour or so having gone by since he'd arrived in the building.
"Whoa, you guys sure know how to get to know a guy, you could've just asked me out for coffee," he joked to break the tension in the room. He was a bit disturbed by the pride of place being given to a still shot of his interview with Diana, that detective from Baltimore.
Hotch waved at Dean. "Winchester, my team-"
Dean cut him off. "All good, I know who you guys are too, kinda makes it even." he paused, "though I only hear about you when Jason gets drunk except for genius boy over here." A thumb was jabbed in Reid's direction
"Me!" Reid piped up, annoyed at how much his voice squeaked. To say he was intimidated by the man standing in front of him would be an understatement.
"Yeah, he's all my former student Spencer' and 'Spencer would know the Mayan god of Thursdays'."
"There is no Mayan god of Thursdays" Reid replied puzzled.
"I know that. Just making a point man."
"Why don't we get to the point of why you are here Mr. Winchester, it's not just because you like the hospitality of the FBI building." Rossi intervened.
"Well," dean said glancing at the board, "you guys seem to have a pretty good idea of the basics of the case. But I can fill in some gaps for you."
He settled himself into one of the seats halfway round the table. They all noticed that he positioned himself facing the door and back to the wall. "Three days ago we get a call from Jason. Usual chit chat then he got a bit weird. Asked what kind of things could make someone disappear without a trace." He wasn't too worried about talking of 'things' the Baltimore image meant they already knew he believed in the supernatural so he didn't mind giving the headshrinkers that information the idea of a what not a who.
"Told him yeah, there are a number of things that can make someone disappear, though not completely, there's usually traces left behind. Some form of Signal or an EMF reading. Some sign. We were going to meet up day before yesterday to help him but he never showed."
He paused, from here on out the evidence he had was circumstance and they already though he was a crazy serial killer but Jason had become a friend to Sam and him, and considering he went to prison for a friend of his fathers, his own friends surely deserved the same efforts.
"Sammy and I went to his house and it was clean. And I mean super clean, like someone had gone through and removed any traces of it being anymore than a show home. Sam tried to call him, didn't answer and then we found those." he pointed to the four photos. "In his mailbox, meaning someone had put them in since we got there, and knew we were in the house."
The team understood his point instantly. To be watched by the UNSUB while looking in a victims house. Dean crumpled.
"He's a friend. He used to go on about you guys so we're kind of hoping you can help. Otherwise we're up shit creek and the paddle was lost awhile ago.
Like many of Dean's plans there was a certain element of luck involved. While they had entrance and exit strategies planned out much of the situation relied on Dean getting Jason's team to help them. But that wasn't to say that Sam couldn't do his part. So there he was sitting in an internet cafe three blocks from the Federal Building hoping that no one recognized him. It wouldn't do for him to get picked up by some off duty over-zealous fed before he was of any use to anyone.
While Jason had told them about Penelope Garcia's amazing computer skills and the skills that the rest of the team had, Sam had two advantages that they didn't. He had gained some seriously interesting contacts during the years that he and dean had been traveling, and that was on top of his fathers list of 'go to for help'. The type of people that wouldn't talk to a Suit if it was offering a get out of jail free card. And not all of them were involved in the supernatural; plenty of them were friends the three of them had made by being in the right place at the right time.
They also didn't have the dreams that gave him an idea of who exactly they were looking for.
Sam ran the program he had set up, scanning for anything out of the ordinary, anything that would spark off something to investigate. Dean had instructions if the team chose to help.
Hopefully they wouldn't have to go with plan C where he had to break Dean out of Federal custody.