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Interview Date: October 28, 2011
Interview Location: Sixth floor conference room, FBI Building, Quantico
Interviewer: Deborah Ray, Special Investigator

Transcription of Interview #1 with Penelope Garcia, Technical Analyst with the BAU.

“Miss Garcia are you comfortable?”

“No.” She sighed. “I- I’m not comfortable with any of this. I wasn’t even there, I don’t know at all what good interviewing me would do.”

“Perhaps you can speak to his state of mind in the days leading up to the event?”

“I-” She sniffled. “I dunno… He seemed…normal.”

“Let’s go back to the Monday, how was he on Monday? What was your interaction with him then?”

“He was already in the office when I got in.”

“And what time was that?” Deborah cut in.

“I come in about seven?”

“Is it normal, that he’s here before you?”

Garcia nodded. “I dropped my stuff in my office and grabbed some coffee from down there.” She pointed out the window at the break area. “There were some bagels someone had brought in and they were fresh, so I made up a plate and took coffee and a bagel to him. I do that sometimes… He had files on his desk he was working on, but nothing jumps out at me that was odd. We chatted a moment and I went back to my office, everything was normal.”

“He gave no indication then that something could be wrong?”

She shook her head.

“I need you to answer out loud, Miss Garcia, for the recorder.”

“Sorry, no. Tuesday and Wednesday went much the same. We maybe didn’t banter as much as normal, but with this job…” She sighed heavily again. “Sometimes with this job it’s just hard to want to be happy.”

“Was there anything different about Thursday morning?”

“He was agitated, but a case had come in so honestly none of us thought anything of it. The team left on the jet and after that my interactions with them are pretty limited. I spoke mostly to one of the others, but that’s not weird really, I can go an entire case with one of the team not calling directly, there’s no rhyme or reason to it.”

The investigator flipped to a fresh page in her notebook. “Now, I had heard you had been on the phone with the team at the time of the incident.”

“I was on speaker, yes.”

“Can you walk me through what you heard?”

“Em, ah, Agents Prentiss and Rossi were nearby that I knew, I couldn’t hear anyone else. We were narrowing parameters on the suspect pool. There were other people talking in the distance, but it was a busy station, I didn’t take any notice of it.”

“So, Agents Prentiss and Rossi were talking… Then what?”

“The background noise got louder. Prentiss, she said ‘Rossi’ and then there was just a cacophony. There were gunshots, lots of them, and shouting. I don’t know what happened after that. I stayed on the line as long as I could bare, but none of the team ever came back and I couldn’t ever make out their voices.” She swallowed, tears in her eyes. “So, I hung up.”

Deborah watched the other woman a minute before setting down her pen. “Miss Garcia… I was warned when I was given this case that this team was exceptionally close. I thought the warning was to prepare me that you would all close ranks, but it’s more than that, isn’t it?”

Penelope drew a ragged breath and then nodded slowly. “Yeah.”

“That’ll be all for now, Miss Garcia. Thank you. If I have more questions later, I’ll call you.”