DC, but not DC. Those crazy comic book theories were seeming more plausible every minute.
Going to a precinct didn't even cross her mind. Not particularly enamored of authority to begin with, Garcia couldn't help but think that if this were a graphic novel, there was a good chance that everyone around them - authorities in particular - were plants. No, they were on their own, at least until they found the rest of the BAU.
Unless they're plants too. No, stop it, Garcy. That way lies madness.
"My place," Penelope replied decisively. "I've got my laptop, but the big guns are there. We can charge up, jump online, and send up a mayday. One teensy tiny favor though?" She gave him her best pitiful look. "Can we get a cab? I know you're Mr. Macho Man, but it's a couple miles, and these boots are not made for walking." Lifting one kitten-heeled shoe, she wriggled it to emphasize. "You'll be carrying me in five blocks - nobody wants that."