[I do not own Criminal Minds or any of the characters. Only "Philip Clemming" is my own creation. Please enjoy!]

Speed dial.

Click.

"You've reached the fairy godmother of information. How can I grant your wishes today?"

"Hey, sweetheart. I'm going to be having a ball of a time, but only if you can work some magic for me."

"You know I can out-magic the most magical magician of all time just to see you dance, my prince."

"Too true, Baby Girl. Now I need you to find everything you can on a gas station attendant in Reno named Philip Clemming. See if he has a criminal history or if he has lost anyone close recently."

"No need to speak; my wand is quicker than words."

"Now you're talking."

"Let's see... Philip Clemming was put away twice in his twenty-three years of life for failure to pay traffic tickets... Other than that, we've got zip for criminal history. Your boy doesn't seem the deadly type. Was a model student, boy scout, even a band leader."

"No college?"

"Umm, looks like he began studying musical theory for two years but dropped out of college when his brother Wilbur died in a traffic wreck... Been drifting through miscellaneous jobs ever since."

"That helps a lot. Glad to hear you back on your game, Sunflower."

"Only my best for you, my sweet hollyhock. It's good to be buried behind my lovely screens again."

"Seriously, Garcia, it's good to have you back. I'm glad you're feeling better."

"I'm glad you're glad." A beat. "Thanks for sticking with me always, Derek."

"Thanks for being there. I thank God everyday for keeping you safe and for helping you pull through."

"So do I. Well, you'd better get back to saving the world."

"If you've got my back, I will. Pray for me, little sister."

"God keep you safe, sweet big brother."

Click.