Penelope answered the phone in mere seconds of the first ring, her pen pushing the button on the machine as she stared at the screen of her computer.

"My beautiful BAU babies, what do you need from the queen of technology on this fine evening?" she asked, a smile on her lips that were decorated with pink, shimmery lipgloss.

"Yeah, can you get us an address on a guy called James Allen?" you replied, a sigh leaving you as you said his name.

Penelope raised an eyebrow. That wasn't like you. Where was the cheerful response back? The nicknames? Not even a please? Something was wrong.

"Woah there, hot stuff, back up. What's on that pretty little mind of yours to make you act like that, now? Where's the magic word? Or the correct title of 'digital goddess'? Talk to me, my sweet {{user}}."