Untouchable

Amplification (S4E24)

"I'm picking you up from work. Now."

Lydia sighed, glad that it was her break and she wasn't in the middle of teaching class. But then again... Spencer already knew that. "Just once I'd like to get a case and be told 'you can drop by when you're done with what you're working on.' No worries. Sending out emails now."

"Sorry. It's local, if that helps."

Lydia's eyebrows knit together suspiciously. "Local? Local cases are never my cases. If it were, I probably would have heard something, right?"

"I don't know anything about the case," he admitted. "Hotch called and he said he needed everyone now, you included."

Lydia shut her laptop, already stuffing it into her work bag. "I'll meet you out front."

~ ~ ~

Lydia had stuffed herself into the back of the elevator with Spence, Morgan, and Prentiss, so when the doors opened, she didn't immediately see what made the three of them stop.

"What's the army doing here?" Morgan said.

Lydia stepped to the side to get a better look at the crowd of people rushing through the BAU office.

"What the hell is going on?" Emily muttered.

Spencer was the first to set off for the conference room, Lydia joining him immediately if only to get away from the insane amount of people in the bullpen.

Inside were Hotch, Rossi, JJ, and a woman.

"Guys, this is Dr. Linda Kimura, Chief of Special Pathogens with the CDC."

"Hello," Emily said.

"Hello. I'm sorry to meet under these circumstances."

"What circumstances?" Reid inquired, but Hotch stopped him.

"We need to get started."

JJ cleared her throat, ready to take over the briefing. Lydia could tell it was going to be a quick summary, with no slides, few files to share, and no time to sit down.

"Last night, 25 people checked into emergency rooms in and around Annapolis. They were all at the same park after 2pm yesterday. Within 10 hours, the first victim died. It's now just past 7am the next day, we have 12 dead."

Looking over her boyfriend's shoulder, Lydia could see large welts across the victims faces and necks. Purple rings lined the deads' eyes.

"Lung failure and black lesions," Morgan read aloud. "Anthrax?"

Spencer shook his head. "Anthrax doesn't kill this fast."

"This strain does," Dr. Kimura admitted.

Lydia's eyes shot to their expert. She could see why Hotch felt the need to bring her in, but a new strain of anthrax was far out of her comfort zone, especially in a time when people were dying quickly. This would take a team of people in a lab running trial after trial to find a cure. These poor people were doomed.

Lydia wouldn't know anything about the strain, she could only come up with a vague idea about what sort of background a person would need to create this, and there were so many people already involved in whatever this was.

"What are we doing about potential mass targets?" Prentiss inquired. "Airports, malls, trains?"

"There's a media blackout," Hotch replied.

"We're not telling the public?"

"We'd have a mass exodus," Morgan explained.

"Psychology of group panic would cause more deaths than this last attack."