Marissa sat in her history class ignoring everything her teacher was saying, it was all pointless, she had no interest in remembering events and dates that were in the past. A few months ago she would have bluntly told her idiot of a teacher how pointless his career was, but as her father had insisted many times, it was better to hold her tongue and not ostracized herself. Because, according to him, until she developed away to clone herself she would need to rely on other people, so it was best not to make enemies where she could.

Despite her spotless attendance record, her lack of interest or sense of value in the course meant her marks in history were substandard, while her science and math courses were at the top of her class.

Marissa Holmes was a genius, but a lazy genius.

While Mr. Whelan continued to lecture Marissa noticed the movement in the hallway, a man dressed in the schools staff uniform, briefly she recalled the janitorial staffs schedule but saw no reason for them to be in the hall. She hadn't even had the time to give his appearance enough thought when the room door burst open, and three men posing as janitors barged in guns in hand.

Mr. Whelan screamed the loudest as he fell back towards his desk, just before one of the man beat him violently with the back of his gun knocking him to the floor. The rest of the class dove under their desk whimpering desperately.

Marissa on the other hand hadn't so much as flinched, the pen in her hand continued to draw a mindless pattern on the corner of her notebook, while she rested her head lazy in her other hand. It wasn't until a shadow fell on her desk that she slowly raised her steel blue eyes to the unknown man in front of her.

"Marissa Holmes." He stated seriously, his voice trying to sound intimidating but it fell short of causing her any concern.

"Can I help you?" She asked still sitting comfortably in her desk, well aware of her classmates watching her in confused terror.

"You're coming with us." The man ordered.

"Am I?" Marissa said with a mocking grin before sitting up straight in her desk and folded her hands in front of her. "And why pray tell would I do that?"

The man's response was to hold the small handgun to her forehead, the cold steel only inches from her.

"How boringly predictable." She sighed before standing from her seat, casually picking up her sweater from the back of her chair and followed the men out of the room.

"I hope you boy's know what you're getting yourselves into." Marissa added as they lead her to a car parked not far from the school.

"Shut up." The tallest of the group ordered. Marissa only laughed; they had been the ones foolish enough to kidnap the daughter of Mycroft Holmes, the niece of Sherlock Holmes. Did they really think this was going to go smoothly?

"What's happened?" Emily asked as Hotch hurried down the stairs to the bullpen.

"School kidnapping, three armed men walked into a boarding school, held a classroom at gun point, and abducted a student." Hotch explained to the team as they crowed around the area. "Student was seventeen year old Marissa Holmes, she's been gone for thirty minutes."

"Thirty minutes, locals are getting good at calling us in early." Rossi said.

"She's the daughter of an important government figure, possibly a diplomat, certainty channels were skipped and a call was made directly to the director to have our team put on the case." Hotch stated quickly. "We don't have a lot of information at the moment but we have to move fast, we'll be briefed on the plane."

"Has there been any ransom demands?" JJ asked quickly following behind the team leader.

"Not yet." Hotch answered, it wasn't surprising seeing how quickly everything had happened. "Wheels up now."