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Chapters one, two, three, and four are here :)

TW// mention of blood and knives in context of the murder weapon

Technical Analyst (ch.5)

Spencer packed his lunch everyday, well- most days. He was a creature of habit, but he'd have days where he ran out of bread at home, so he couldn't make his sandwiches. And on those days he'd walk down to a nearby cafe and get himself something there.

Today wasn't one of those days, where he got to escape from the bureau building for a bit longer than usual, under the guise of needing to get food. Which was partially true, but it was also partially false. Spencer just loved getting out of that damn building, that mind numbing, soul sucking, boring building. The building that promised him so many things, but never delivered on any of them.

The building delivered on its promise today- as terrifying as it was to actually receive, to actually be working on a case with the BAU. If Spencer kept thinking about it, he'd combust. He just would.

So, he couldn't leave for lunch now. Partially because he actually had packed the same sandwich he ate most days, and for a much larger reason, he actually had work to do. He was finally needed.

He pulled a brown paper bag out of his messenger bag that was slung over the back of his desk chair, putting the lunchbag down next to his coffee thermos and computer mouse, he carefully dumped the contents of the paper bag out onto his desk, and threw the bag away into his small trash can.

A bag of baby carrots, a pb&j, and a granola bar was all he had packed for himself today. Sometimes he'd throw in a bag of pretzels or a mandarin orange if he could- he used to share those snacks with Gideon on long nights of research. They reminded him of kinder times, as silly as it sounded. He liked connecting those foods to that kind of memory.

He liked connecting his mundane life to spectacular experiences, as cliche as it was.

Spencer opened the ziplock baggy of baby carrots and grabbed one quickly, shoving the whole of it in his mouth and munching through it at a quick pace.

While he was chewing, he reached for the computer mouse to see if there were any updates at all on the victims personal history. Anything that could connect them.

The flight was quick, and the team quickly arrived on scene. Rossi, Hotchner, and J.J. all went to the police precinct. Hotch and J.J. to set up, and Rossi to interview the witness that was still there. Meanwhile Derek and Emily split from the group, heading to the alley where the most recent body had been found.

They arrived and got past the police, waving their fbi credentials led them easy access into the scene.

They scoured it, the police was instructed by J.J. to not move much, and they hadn’t. Everything was relatively in its place. Minus the body, which had already been moved by the coroner.

“I wonder how the unsub got Andrew Pullin all the way out here, considering his atm cards last activity was pretty much across town.” Derek wondered aloud, “A ruse of some kind, maybe?” Prentiss also spoke out loud, spitballing ideas rather than giving facts.

Derek just gave a “hm” sound in response as they looked over the scene, there were dumpsters back door entrances into the nearby bars and restaurants. He elbowed Emily, who was standing next to him, motioning her to look up above a nearby bars back door.

“A security camera, you think it’s working?” Emily asked, Morgan pulled his cell out of his back pocket, “One way to find out.”

Reid’s work phone rang out in his small office, and he practically fell over out of his chair as it surprised him. He was so used to working in solitude, he almost couldn’t believe it was ringing. But it made sense that it was ringing, he knew it did. He was finally working a case.

So, Spencer straightened himself out and clicked the ‘accept’ button, and made sure it was on speaker as he spoke. “Reid here.”

“Hey, doc. It’s Morgan,” Spencer knew who it was as soon as his smooth voice spoke out. Not to mention no one calls him doc, he felt a blush rise to his face. Even if Derek wasn’t there, he was causing Reid to feel some sort of way. Spencer just had to push through and ignore it, this was serious work.

“I’m at the latest crime scene. I noticed there’s a security camera back here for a bars back entrance. Can you work some Garcia grade magic and see if there’s footage to pull?” He asked suavely. Spencer cleared his throat, nodding to himself.

“I can do that, hold on…” Spencer spoke as he started typing, searching the relevant information to find which exact security camera would be, but there was no footage on file for the bar- the camera wasn’t even registered any place for him to find it.

Seconds were ticking by on the line with Morgan as Spencer grew less and less self assured, “Uh..” Reid said non-confidently.

“What- what is it?” Derek asked curiously, “I- I’m not finding any security camera footage for that bar, in fact, the camera isn’t even a part of their system. Are you sure it’s not a fake one to scare away criminal activity?” Reid asked.

Derek hummed as he thought, “Maybe? Hold on, I’ll go ask.”

After a moment of only rustling sounds being heard, Morgan came back onto the phone, sighing. “Yeah, bar manager just confirmed its nonfunctional.”

“Great..” Reid sighed, clicking out of the tab and moving on, “Why even set up a camera if it’s nonfunctional?” He wondered aloud, he heard Derek chuckle through the phone and the sound brought a shiver through him.

“Yeah, you’re telling me. Well, thanks anyways.” Spencer didn’t say anything in response, instead clicking the ‘end’ button on his work phone. He knew his face was blushing a scarlet red, he was pitiful, he reached for his pb&j, deciding to ignore his brains overwhelming urge to keep thinking about the one stunning supervisory special agent; and he focused on what he could do.

Maybe that security camera didn’t work, but there had to be one nearby that did.

“So, camera was a no-go?” Prentiss asked Derek as he walked back over to her side, he shook his head, “Reid couldn’t find anything, and bar manager confirmed it doesn’t work.” Prentiss sighed, clearly annoyed at the lack of evidence to help with the case.

She stepped away from Derek and wandered further into the alley to look around, at anything that could be a possibility. Bleakly, there wasn’t nearly enough, the alley only went in a bit farther before it went out the other side, into the other neighborhoods. She walked a few more feet into the alley. Carefully poking bags of trash and random debris, some of it moved and some of it didn’t.

She kicked a bag of trash out of the way, hearing some metal clanging against the pavement of the ground as the garbage rolled away, what was left behind was a knife. A bloody knife.

“Morgan! Get crime scene over here!” Prentiss called, and Derek followed her orders as they came over to examine the new found evidence.

Crime scene unit got their necessary photos of the knife before finally bagging it, “We’ll test the blood’s DNA to see if it matches Andrews, as well as we’ll check if there’s any prints on it.”

Emily nodded “Perfect. Call us or our analyst at the BAU in Quantico with the results.”

“Nice find, Em.” Derek complimented as they finally left the crime scene, making their way back to the black SUV the police had loaned them for the time being.

Prentiss shrugged happily, “I’m just glad we could find anything, I thought the security camera not working would be the end of our luck.”

They drove back to the police precinct, phoning Hotch along the way to let them know of their discovery of the probable murder weapon.

“Perfect.” He responded, his voice ever so monotonous, but they knew he was more than pleased with the results.

Morgan and Prentiss met back up with the team fairly quickly, sitting in a conference room that the police had set up for them as a home base.

Rossi was the first to speak on what he had found, “Witness said that she heard the killer mumbling something before he ran off. It was something like, ‘this is what you get for being the way you are’.” Rossi quoted.

“Is that the exact verbiage?” Hotchner pried, and Rossi shook his head, “Unfortunately, the witness isn’t totally sure if that’s what she totally heard- but she said it was something along the lines of that.”

“Along the lines of someone getting hurt because of who they are?” Morgan asked, Dave nodded. “Sounds like maybe Pullin had a secret?” J.J. asked curiously.

“Maybe. Someone call Dr.Reid, see if he found anything on the victims personal history that could give someone credence to commit this kind of crime.” Hotchner spoke.

Spencer was in the middle of compiling all the information he could on the victims personal backgrounds, it took him longer than he’d like to admit. He knew everything Garcia taught him, sure, but he didn’t have this muscle memory on what buttons to click or what to type in. Not to mention, he still was an avid hater of technology. So some basic steps people expected him to know of, he had almost missed a few times over.

But he kept digging, starting with the latest victim of Andrew Pullin. His family wasn’t local, they were all from New York. He went to college in Georgia and then moved to Virginia for work as a chef. Reid scoured through the victims emails, texts, phone and computer records.

It took a while, but Spencer found something.

Before the team could even reach for the intercom phone sitting on the conference table, Hotch’s phone was ringing. He pulled it out of his pocket and looked at the caller ID, swiftly opening up his cell phone and setting it on speaker.

“Dr. Reid, we were just about to call you.” Hotch spoke, he still sounded monotonous as always, but he sounded pleasant to Spencer. Glad that the team was maybe, a bit ahead of the curve. But who’s to say if their luck would keep up.

“For?” Spencer asked curiously, waiting to speak on information he found.

“I interviewed the witness again, and she said the killer said something along the lines of Andrew Pullin deserving what he got because of who he is.” Rossi spoke up.

“Because of who he is?” Spencer repeated, “Yes, and we’re not sure totally what that means. Did he have any secrets you can find about in his record?”

“No criminal charges, major or minor. Not even a speeding ticket on this guy.” Spencer said, “However, he had multiple burner email accounts.”

“What were the accounts used for?” Morgan asked, “From the looks of it, he just signed up for a lot of free trials for dating websites, free trials for meditation apps, free trials for streaming services, he just used these alternative emails to rig the system and use things that usually cost money for free.” Spencer explained.

No one spoke up, they weren’t sure what to make of this development. That was the worst thing Andrew Pullin had ever done? Hell, the entire team was guilty of doing that.

“I- I found something, though.” Spencer spoke again, responding into the silence, he continued on; “Andrew Pullin kept signing up for one dating site in particular with his burner emails, a site called DatesToGo. His accounts been deleted but I’m starting to get my shoe in through their digital back door, and I can see that he was last active the night of his murder.”

“So, he was talking to someone online who might’ve killed him?” Emily asked.

“Yes. But his accounts and all his conversations have been deleted, but I can rebuild them through the infrastructure and memory banks of the dating site.” Spencer explained.

“And how do you do that?” Hotchner asked curiously.

Spencer was quiet for a moment, “... It’s.. it’s a Garcia grade way, if you know what I mean. I’m hacking into their system and re-routing their codes to my computer and looking through their site as if I was one of the employees there.”

“Sounds good. See if you can find who he was talking to, and if the first victim was signed up for the same site.” Hotch said simply, not caring of the way Reid obtained the necessary information, but just caring that he obtained the information at all.

“Yes sir, I can do that- but,” Spencer stumbled over his speaking awkwardly, “Rerouting their code into my computer is hefty. It’s going to be a multiple hour endeavor before I can even see the results.”

“Will that be a problem? You can get the results to us by tomorrow morning, right?” Hotchner asked. It was nearing 5pm for the team already, and with no pressing matters they’d probably head to their hotel rooms and de-stress for a bit before coming back to the case tomorrow.

“No sir, it won’t be a problem.” Spencer said simply, here comes his overtime. He knew this would happen. It was customary for him to leave and come back to the office while Penelope had spent the whole night up, researching for the BAU team. Now he was on the butt end of it.

The rest of the call was simple, Reid agreed to go over Jakob Dewinksy’s email history as well, to see if he had signed up for any dating sites (and if he had, Spencer would have to rebuild his accounts too). Agent Prentiss then chimed in with her discovery of finding the murder weapon, and that the crime scene unit would most likely be calling Reid about the results (since it was soon to be after work hours).

Spencer wished them all well before Hotchner hung up the phone. Reid sighed as he leaned back in his desk chair, in his stupidly small, cramped workspace. He hated these walls, Spencer thought absentmindedly to himself.

This was the closest he was ever going to get to working a case with the BAU team? And he was still trapped inside this stupid, bureaucratic building. And just his luck, he was going to be stuck here overnight. He already knew it.

Penelope was smart enough to have a change of clothes in her office, stored in an empty file cabinet drawer. Spencer hadn’t had that foresight, not that it mattered much anymore. No one was going to see him.

Reid leaned forward again, back towards his desk, his computer, his computer monitors. He had work to do. And he was thankful for this opportunity, as much as he hated everything about it, this was more than he had ever been given by the bureau. He had to take it on the chin and work hard, he had to do overtime. It didn’t matter what he wanted. This was all he could get.

Spencer glanced back at his brown paper lunch bag sitting in his trash can, the remnants of sandwich crumbs and empty ziploc baggies were sat randomly on top of it. He should’ve packed dinner, too.

Morgan seemed to be the only one thinking about the state of their new technical analyst, after Hotchner hung up the phone, Derek spoke up.

“Hotch, that kid’s gonna be stuck in his office all night getting the accounts rebuilt.”

Hotchner didn’t seemed bothered by that at all, “That’s what doing this job entails, Derek. Dr.Reid is aware of that, Garcia was the one who trained him.�� Was all he responded with, before dismissing the team with a “good work today” and giving them the information on how to get to the nearby hotel they’d be staying at.

Prentiss, Derek, and J.J. all drove back to the hotel together. Derek was driving, Emily was shotgun, and J.J. was sat in the backseat.

Emily and J.J. bickered over what radio station to play and Derek let them as he drove lazily through the city streets. After a while they came to agreement on a pop-rock station and a beat of silence fell over them.

It couldn’t last though, it never lasted. Not with these ladies.

“You’re worried about Dr.Reid doing overtime?” J.J. inquired, Morgan sighed as he rolled his eyes, already not in the mood to justify his thought process.

“Yeah, because I see how strung out Penelope gets- and it’s only this guys second day on the job. I feel bad for him.”

J.J. hummed in response, neither satisfied or dissatisfied with Morgan’s answer. Emily let out a soft chuckle, though. “What?” Morgan asked her. “You got an excuse every time you bring him up. Just admit you think he’s cute!”

Morgan scoffed loudly, rolling his eyes in tandem. “C’mon, man- I, I am allowed to just be curious about this guy!”

“Oh, you’re definitely some kind of curious about him!” Emily joked, J.J. giggled, egging on with Emily. “Yeah, Derek. It says something about you. It has to.”

Morgan sighed as he drove up to the hotel parking lot, and pulling quickly into a spot. “Alright you two chatty Cathy’s, I’m done with this conversation. Get out of my car and rate me five stars.” He joked, the girls just laughed as they both exited the car.

Emily got the last word in, however.

“Yeah, yeah. We’re going! But don’t forget to call your doctor goodnight since you’re worried about him being up so late.”

Her and J.J. laughed as they quickly disappeared inside the hotel, meanwhile Derek was still struggling with getting his luggage out of the trunk.

Derek shook his head at Emily’s comment, but it wasn’t all a bad idea. Maybe he should call Dr. Reid and see if he’s doing alright. Not because Derek has a crush on him, not for any weird objectively creepy reason, but because Morgan cares. Any friend of Garcia is a friend of his, especially if that friend is replacing Garcia for a week.

Derek wanted to be kind, that’s all.

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spencerspecifics · 1 year

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Hi! I just read your pride fanfiction and it's so cool! I was wondering if you maybe would like to write Moreid Penemily fanfic where Morgan and Prentiss go to the florist to buy flowers for their significant ones, but they obivously had no idea about flowers while Penelope and Spencer care about it a lot.

Have a great day!

This is the sweetest ask I’ve ever received omg of course you can get that!! I love getting requests thank you so much for asking❤️

Sort of TW /// there's flashbacks to a child abduction case the team was working, also Garcia is mad at Prentiss (and Morgan is just worried about picking the wrong flowers lol)

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Flowers

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Morgan and Prentiss were similar, almost too similar- they were both leaders within the team, strong willed, and not scared of saying what they thought.

They were driving forces in the team, they did their jobs and they did them damn well. They were both confident in their jobs, but sadly, that’s where both of their confident aspects ended.

When it came to relationships, Emily and Derek were also too similar- they were nervous disasters. They didn’t know how to act, what to do or say- they practically had to dare each other to get themselves to ask out their respective crushes. They couldn’t bring themselves to do it without the other pushing them along, urging them to do it.

So, it should have been no shock when Derek pulled open the door to the small flower shop Spencer raved about so much- and saw Prentiss standing awkwardly to the side, scanning the example flowers splayed out on the small table next to her like she actually understood anything about floristry.

Morgan couldn’t help but shake his head; of course, Spencer was always telling Garcia about his favorite things- she probably fell in love with this flower shop, too.

“Well, well, look who we have here.” Derek joked as he walked towards Prentiss, she barely looked up at him, instead still scanning the flowers as she spoke; “I don’t wanna hear it. This is Penelope’s new favorite place, and I’m doing my girlfriend duties.”

“Funny, I’m doing the same thing myself.” Derek replied, “You’re doing girlfriend duties?” Prentiss shot back, Derek ignored her, instead turning back around, towards the front of the shop to look at the flowers they had displayed up front.

He was still standing next to her, however, so he spoke up again; “What’re you getting Garcia flowers for?” “I can’t just get her flowers?” Prentiss sniped, clearly something was putting her on edge, and now Derek had to know what.

“Pump the brakes, Em.” He told her, she looked down towards her feet, then looking at the small table, before looking back towards him.

“She’s mad at me.” Was all Emily said, before turning her back towards him, looking at the displays hanging nearby on the wall. Derek decided to leave her at that, at least for now. He knew why Garcia was mad.

“How long are you going to stay here for?” Reid asked Garcia curiously, sat next to her in her den of computers and fun little figurines surrounding her. Spencer had ended up burning the midnight oil yet again, and decided it was better to spend that time with Garcia, rather than be alone in the dark emptiness of the bullpen.

Penelope had finished her work hours ago, but was refusing to go back home- back to her shared apartment with Emily, because she was mad, she was fuming, she was frustrated, and she was close to being heart broken, even if that was dramatic to say; that’s how she felt.

“I don’t know.” Garcia said simply, clicking on another youtube video of kittens being adorable. She needed to focus on something simple right now, something sweet, something that didn’t make her feel like she was going to cry and hyperventilate at the same time.

Spencer stayed quiet, sitting in the desk chair next to her as he flipped through the manilla file folders in his lap. Boring case work, it could be done by anyone on the team- and it didn’t need to be done that exact day, it wasn’t due to be turned into Hotch for a while. So Spencer left it on his lap, shutting the folder as quick as he had opened.

“You know, everyone does stuff like what Emily did-“ he started up again, trying his best to reason with Penelope about the events that had transpired that day, but she wasn’t going to hear it, she was deciding to tune him out; turning the volume up on the youtube video, watching kittens chase fake mice and play with feathers on strings. It was cute, it was sweet, it wasn’t upsetting.

Reid took that as his cue to be quiet, at least for now.

Derek had left Prentiss to her own devices within the small flower shop, going to the other side of the store to give her some distance, and to peruse the many kinds of flowers and small knick knacks they had for sale.

It made sense why Spencer loved this shop, why he raved about it; firstly, it was small, it was quiet, it was simple. It wasn’t flashy in decor, rather letting the flowers for sale be the decorations to fill up the store. Not to mention the soft classical radio station that was playing through the small speakers by the cashiers desk- which also doubled as a bouquet making table.

It was small, it was a small slice of art that Derek could picture Spencer walking down, looking at the beautiful flowers lining the shop on small tables and hanging on the walls. Spencer loved beautiful things, and he was the most beautiful person Morgan knew.

Which is why Derek was struggling on what to get Reid, he wanted to get his boyfriend something as beautiful as him, something he would love. Morgan knew realistically that Spencer would be happy with almost any kind of gift, but Morgan wasn’t listening to his painfully boring realistic side. He was listening to his romantic side, the side that wanted to buy Reid the Smithsonian Museum, the side of himself that wanted to build his boyfriend a greenhouse; so they could finally start on that home garden Spencer wanted so badly.

Derek wanted to do something to make Spencer happy, because the case they had dealt with today ended badly- worse than normal. It had taken a toll on everyone, Garcia, Prentiss, Reid, himself, Hotch, and even J.J. and Rossi.

It was rare a case hurt them as much as this one had, but every once and a while, there needs to be a fresh cut alongside the healing and fading scars. Something to bring them back to the painful reality of life.

It was a child abduction case, those always hit the team the worst. Whether there was a personal connection to the team members or not, it was hard when an innocent soul gets taken away.

Thankfully, the team was able to recover the missing child, a seven year old girl named Savannah Rogers. The team was quick to figure out this was the abductors first, so there were errors, there were mistakes. There were holes in the plotline the team could poke through and reach into, to find the necessary answers.

It came at a price, though, it always did.

"She likes colorful things." Derek spoke under his breath as he passed by Prentiss, she didn't turn around (though she clearly heard him as her eyes darted his way for a moment), still staring at the racks of freshly made bouquets and wreaths that had yet to be bought. Derek didn't say anymore past that, instead just standing next to her, staring at the same floral arrangements.

He needed something as pretty as his boy, would Reid like roses? Or would he think that's too cliché? Derek wasn't totally sure. It had to be just right for Spencer. Maybe a mix of roses with something leafy would be best.

"You know what you're getting Reid?" Emily asked him, her voice quieter than normal. It was clear the stress of the situation was getting to her, it hurt Derek's heart to see her like that.

He shook his head simply, "Nah, I'm not sure. What about you?" Emily drew a breath in, "I don't think any amount of flowers will make her forgive me." She said, a shaky laugh coming out after, as if the humor was to make the situation normal. But none of this was normal.

"Em, you did what you had to do. She needed our help. Garcia knows that, she's just upset because she was worried sick."

Emily just nodded, a signal that meant ‘I hope you’re right’. Derek knew he was, it was just going to take Penelope a second to breathe, to calm down; to understand why Prentiss put herself in harms way. To understand why Prentiss almost got shot just a few hours earlier.

The specifics of a child abduction case always boil down into two ways; either the child is taken from a place of safety (school, home, etc.), or is taken while in transportation from one place to the next (walking home from school, taking the bus).

For the case of Savannah Rogers, it was the former. She was playing in her front yard with her barbies when she was seemingly snatched.

Her mother was inside on a phone call, she had just stepped away from watching Savannah for a minute to answer the phone- and when she looked back, her daughter was nowhere to be seen.

The team figured out quickly who could’ve done it, the school nurse from Savannah’s elementary school- the nurse had recently been fired due to allegations of verbal abuse from the students themselves. The fact the feds weren’t involved sooner was the most surprising thing, the nurse was a walking poster boy for someone who shouldn’t be working in a school. But somehow, he had the job for some time.

The nurses name was Daniel Blake, he was an unsub with narcissistic personality disorder- he was raised off grid by his mother who had a narcissistic personality as well, and a belief that society was doomed from the start. So, he was raised with the belief life was better away from everyone- he was raised in a cabin, then escaped away for his college career.

He was seemingly normal, until his mother died a few weeks earlier. It was common to see an unsub stable, normal- not exhibiting any terrible ideology. But then, there’s always that trigger- something that shoves them over that edge they’ve been precariously balancing on for far too long.

His mothers death reminded him of the way he was raised, he was convinced he needed to take a child and raise them the same. Savannah Rogers just happened to be the closest to where he was.

Spencer and Garcia were sat in silence yet again, Reid had no reason to leave and Garcia simply refused to. She didn’t want to see Emily.

“I almost lost her, Spencer.” Was all Garcia mustered up to say, before looking down from her computer monitor- instead just staring directly at her keyboard.

Spencer didn’t react right away, he wasn’t sure what to say. He took a deep breath in before speaking, “Morgan and I argue about this too.”

Garcia looked up from her keyboard to shoot Reid a sideways glance, her way of saying ‘go on’. So, he did.

“We don’t argue about you and Emily,” he stuttered over that obvious clarification, “but we argue when the other shoves themselves in the way of danger. Him and I have almost died too many times, every time we go out into the field I do have a part of myself that asks; ‘what if this is the last time I’ll see him?’. And it scares me.” Spencer paused, swallowing some of his rambling down, not all of what he was feeling and sharing was helpful. He was just vocalizing his fear.

He continued on after a second, “I don’t want to lose him- he’s my everything you know, he’s-“ Spencer’s voice started to crack in the way that only cracks when you’re close to expelling your emotions way too publicly. He took a breath again, deciding to redirect where his story was going.

“But I also know that, he’ll always be okay. I trust him to do his job, and that’s the difference between being boyfriends and co-workers. I have to trust my co-worker, Derek, to do his job right. And I have to trust my boyfriend, Derek, to come home every night like he promised he would. And he trusts me to do the same.”

Reid stopped talking after that, going back down to staring at the manilla file folders on his lap.

The team had cornered Daniel Blake in a warehouse set to be demolished towards the outskirts of town, Savannah was with him, locked in a giant crate meant for a large dog. His whole plan wasn’t well thought out, was he going to raise this little girl in a warehouse? It didn’t matter in the end.

The team got to him, like they always did with unsubs. The one thing the team wasn’t aware of was that he had a pistol in his inner jacket pocket- and while Prentiss moved towards the dog crate to get Savannah out, Daniel made a move.

He grabbed out his pistol and was trying to aim at the dog crate that Savannah was in- if he couldn’t have her, he didn’t want anyone to. The only thing stopping Savannah Rogers from being dead right then and there was the fact J.J. had shouted out at Emily to cover the crate, which she did instinctively.

The bullet missed the crate, but it hit Prentiss in the bullet proof vest, right in between her shoulder blades. If she wasn’t wearing the vest, she’d be dead.

After that, Derek tackled him to the ground and made sure he had no other weapons. Savannah was then returned to her family, and the team made their way back to the police station. Case closed, almost.

Penelope was in the teams ear, monitoring the whole ordeal when she heard J.J. yell at Emily to cover, and the gunfire going off. Then she couldn’t hear anything, her heartbeat was drowning out any words that were being said. She was petrified.

EMTs checked out Savannah and Prentiss, Savannah was in shock and had a few minor injuries, but nothing too stressful. Thankfully the same could also be said for Emily, she felt the bullet push through the fabric of the vest when she was shot, the bullet barely stopped before slowly pushing up against the more inner layers of the vest.

It was a sharp pain, it would leave a bruise, it knocked the wind out of her for a second. But she was alive, she was okay.

That’s what Morgan told Garcia through the earpiece as soon as he got Daniel Blake in the back of a cop car. He just kept saying it, “Garcia, she’s okay. EMTs are looking at her now, she’s okay.”

Whether Penelope fully heard him by that point, he wasn’t sure.

“It’s just hard. I feel like I’m the odd one out, I’m not at the scene with you guys. I’m a million miles away.” Garcia spoke through a shaky breath to Spencer.

“I can’t see what happens, unless you strap a camera to your face and send me live feed. I’m scared every time you guys go out there, that something bad is gonna happen. And I’ll be the only one left.” She said, her voice hushed and shaky still.

Spencer stayed quiet for a moment, the only thing heard in the office was the kitten videos still playing on Garcia’s monitor, and the distant clicking of the clock on the wall.

“You’re never going to be alone. I know our line of work is a lot, and it is. But we can handle it. We’re as prepared as can be, and the truth is we could get hurt just the same walking down the road. We could get hit by a tornado, or a drive by-“ Reid kept going on, Garcia looked down at her keyboard before looking at Reid.

“Bad things can happen to us anywhere.” Spencer stated simply, watching Garcia’s tired, bloodshot, and teary eyes staring at him. “But we’re never alone out there. We protect each other. And you- you protect us!” Spencer spoke with a tone of energy. He had a strong point coming and he knew it, but Garcia didn’t. She scoffed, blinked, and didn’t say anything more. A cue that Spencer can continue.

“You protect us just as much as we protect each other, you get us the information we need, you contact everyone we can possibly need for a case. We’re nothing without you. It doesn’t matter how far away you are, you have our backs, too.”

Penelope sniffled, a small smile tugging on her lips.

“Thank you,” she said, her voice cracking. Spencer nodded, he could tell she was tired, as was he.

The shop was closing soon, Prentiss knew it, Morgan knew it, and the old woman sat up behind the counter, reading a thick old dusty book knew it too.

“Are you two stuck on what to get?” The old woman asked, looking over the top of her book to give Morgan and Prentiss a glance.

“Just a bit,” Derek admitted suavely to her, he knew Emily wasn’t really in the mood to talk so he took lead on this conversation. “I’m getting a gift for my boyfriend.” boyfriend, boyfriend, Spencer was his boyfriend. No matter how many times Derek got to call him his, he still never got over it. He never got over the excitement, the happiness, the rush of ‘oh my god, I get to date him?’. It was an amazing feeling every time.

The old woman nodded, “Do you know what kind of flowers he likes?” She asked, setting her thick book down on the table in front of her. Derek thought back for a moment, every time he’s seen Spencer bring flowers home from the shop they weren’t big bouquets. There was a lot of greenery, a lot of whites and yellows, natural earthy tones. Nothing flashy or bright.

“He always has a lot of green in the bouquets he gets,” the woman nodded as she listened, hopping off of her stool and going around the cashier counter to Morgan to show him the collection of flowers she thought would match that.

“I’m also thinking roses, though. Is that cliche?” He asked her, she smiled happily, “Not at all, dear. Roses symbolize love. Are you thinking the standard red, or would you like to look at our other colors?”

Derek nodded yes, excitedly, he felt like he was finally figuring out what to get his pretty boy, and it was going to be just as pretty as him. The woman whisked off to the back room to get the freshest roses they had, assuring him and Emily that she’d be right back.

Emily had stayed silent through the entire interaction, staring at the wreaths lining the wall. Derek noticed, it was his job to notice.

“Prentiss, I know you’re dealing with a lot. But one thing at a time, alright? Slow your mind down, all you can do right now is get her flowers.” Emily nodded, she understood that. She knew that was true, she was just nervous and tired and frustrated. She wanted to do the right thing, and she had. It just came at a price.

“I know,” she nodded again, “I know.” “So, what flowers are you thinking for Penelope?” Derek asked her, trying to move her forward.

“I might have to follow your lead and see about the roses.” Emily replied, a small (not entirely truthful) smile forming on her face. She decided to follow Morgan’s lead. Flowers first, everything else later.

Spencer and Garcia left the bureau building together, “You want a ride home?” Spencer asked her as he dug his car keys out of his messenger bag, Penelope nodded. “I’d like that.”

So, they drove in amicable silence, the radio in Reid’s car was switched to a pop station for Garcia, and she appreciated that. She hummed lowly to the songs playing through. But past that, no words were said.

Spencer rolled his vehicle to a stop outside of Garcia and Emily’s shared apartment, “Do you want me to walk you up?” He asked her, already reaching to undo his seatbelt. Penelope shook her head, causing Reid to stop.

“No, thank you though. What you said meant a lot. I love ya, Spencer.” She said, reaching forward over the center console to embrace him in a hug, Spencer smiled and did the same, hugging her back tightly.

“Of course. It’s gonna be okay. You just have to talk to her.” Spencer told her, they were still in a tight embrace, and Garcia nodded. “I know. I won’t be scared.” She mumbled, pulling back from the hug after a moment.

Spencer smiled, “That’s good, you shouldn’t be. You love her, that’s all that matters.” Penelope smiled softly back, thinking back to Prentiss, how much she loved her- how much she loved being with her, kissing her, talking to her. Just being with her. She loved it. She knew Spencer was right.

All Garcia did was say a final ‘thank you’ before unbuckling, grabbing her purse and exiting the car, shutting the passenger door behind her. Reid waited until she disappeared into her apartment building to drive away, and then he started his journey home.

Spencer hadn’t thought much of the day, other than the obligatory obvious that the child abduction case had put everyone on edge- Garcia and Prentiss especially, and for good reason.

Spencer was a bit foggy in his mind as he pulled into the drive way of Derek and his’ home. The fog in his mind was for a few factors, the post stress feeling of finishing a high stakes case, and also that it was just late and he was so, utterly exhausted. He let out a small yawn as he put the car in park, he noted that Derek’s car was already parked in his usual spot- hopefully his boyfriend hadn’t been waiting up for him, he’d feel terrible depriving him of his sleep. He knew Morgan was just as tired as him.

Spencer exited his car, locking it quickly and walking up the front stoop, fumbling with his keys to get the right one to unlock the front door. He got the right key after a moment, slid it into the lock, and opened the door. He pushed it open, shutting it quickly behind him. He tried to shut the door as quietly as he could, but the hinges squeaked at a volume a bit too loud for Reid’s taste. Spencer cringed at the noise, hoping it wouldn’t wake Derek up.

The hallway lights were on in their home, not an uncommon occurrence, as their work schedules were always so bizarre that they usually ended up working late nights; at home or in a hotel somewhere across the nation.

Spencer made his way inside, setting his messenger bag down on the kitchen table, and stood in a moment of silence. God, today was a lot. And Penelope being so worried about Emily, it reminded him of his anxieties, his fears, his worries about himself and Derek. He knew they couldn’t catch every unsub always. He knew some unsubs would shoot their way out of dealing with cops. He knew people got hurt in their line of work.

He was terrified that it would catch up to him and his boyfriend one day. And that the happiness and love and hope they shared would be smashed. Spencer let out a deep sigh, he couldn’t keep thinking about this all and run his mind in circles. Spencer walked over to the cupboard where their glasses were stored, opening it and grabbing a glass, then going to the tap and filling it with water.

It was then that he heard footsteps, coming from down the hall to the kitchen.

“Pretty boy?” Derek’s voice called out, before he turned into the kitchen. He was still in his work clothes, and smiling excitedly as he had his hands behind his back, as if he was hiding something.

Spencer smiled softly at him, taking a sip of his water, “Hey,” he took note of Derek’s preppy demeanor this late in the evening, he immediately knew his boyfriend had been up to something. “What’s going on?” He asked curiously.

“Close your eyes.” Derek said, his grin somehow splitting even wider as he spoke. Seeing his boyfriend somehow so full of joy, this late in the day, after all the bad they had seen; it made Spencer smile. So Spencer nodded, setting his glass down next to him on the counter, putting his hands over his eyes.

Reid heard his boyfriend stepping closer, and some kind of rustling he couldn’t correctly identify.

“Open your eyes, baby.” Derek said, Reid put his hands down, blinking his eyes open to see what was in front of him.

It was Derek holding a bouquet out in front of him, it had daisy’s, white and yellow roses, a bit of baby’s breath, as well as lots of greenery and leaves.

“Derek, is- is this for me?” Reid asked, he already knew the answer as Derek wordlessly handed him the bouquet, and Spencer started examining it further.

“I wanted to get you something special,” Derek started explaining bashfully, “you mentioned that flower shop around the corner, so I checked it out and I got some help from the old lady behind the counter. I wasn’t sure what to get you, do you like it?”

Spencer couldn’t stop smiling, he mentioned that flower shop in passing to his boyfriend once or twice, and Morgan remembered. And it was a perfect bouquet, some people would’ve disliked the amount of leaves or usage of daisy’s or whatever the hell else- but to Spencer, it was perfect. It was beautiful.

“I-“ Reid’s voice cracked in a way he hadn’t meant it to. He was feeling overwhelmed, overemotional. “I love it. I love you.” He said, he felt tears prickling at the corners of his eyes as he looked up to meet Derek’s gaze.

“Baby, are you alright?” Morgan asked him carefully, stepping forward. Reid nodded, “I was just with Garcia- she was so nervous about Emily. It just got me thinking, about us and our work.” Derek nodded wordlessly, taking the bouquet from Spencer and setting it down on the counter, before pulling his boyfriend into a soft embrace. Spencer melted into the feeling.

“It’s never going to be easy. But it’s worth it to me, I love you and our work, baby. I love you so much.” Morgan said, emphasizing his words by giving Reid a small squeeze. Spencer smiled softly, pulling back to make eye contact with Morgan again before leaning forward, giving him a small kiss on the lips.

Spencer stepped back out of the hug, picking the bouquet off the counter. He couldn’t stop staring at it.

“This is beautiful.” Spencer said absentmindedly as he looked around for a vase to put the flowers into.

“Not as beautiful as you,” Morgan complimented, Spencer felt the heat rush to his cheeks as he smiled. He located a vase in a nearby cupboard, moving back over to the sink to fill it up with some water.

“I was sat in that flower shop for, like, an hour. Baby I kept running around in circles.” Derek continued on, “I knew you’d like anything I got you, but-“ he smiled awkwardly. Spencer had this way of getting Derek stupidly romantic, he just wanted to do everything he could to make Reid as happy as possible. He couldn’t get over how damn lucky he was to have this genius in his life.

Spencer eyed him as he unwrapped the flowers from the wrapping, setting them up in the vase. Derek continued; “I wanted to get something as pretty and as perfect as you, Spencer.”

Spencer melted at that, he knew Morgan was usually so confident in his choices. The thought of his boyfriend confusedly wandering around the flower shop, looking for just the right flowers for him, to express his love; it made Spencer feel blessed.

“Just knowing you went out of your way to do this, it’s…” Spencer smiled softly, looking back and forth between the bouquet and his incredible partner.

“It’s amazing.”

Penelope had gotten up to her apartment, entering quickly and locking the door behind her. A majority of the lights in the apartment were still off, indicating that Prentiss was still out, wherever she was.

Garcia went through the apartment, turning on their lamps and lighting a few candles to help her de-stress from the days events. She decided to clear her mind by taking a shower, heading into the shared bedroom and grabbing clothes out of her dresser, before heading down the hall to the bathroom.

She shut the door softly, turning on the shower and undressing slowly as she waited for it to heat up.

After she showered, she was going to wait for Emily to get home so they could talk.

Prentiss entered their apartment not long after Penelope had, Emily had stopped from the flower shop to get a box of chocolates for her girlfriend before finally heading home. Prentiss heard the water running in the bathroom, and figured Garcia was in there showering.

She decided to wait in their bedroom, chocolates and flowers sitting in her lap as she waited, sitting on the edge of the bed eagerly. She felt terrible, she hadn’t meant to worry her girlfriend so much, but she knew she hadn’t had the foresight to think of Penelope when she made her choice to stand in between the little girl and the bullet.

It was noble, sure. But it was incredibly stupid.

Garcia finished showering quickly, she stepped out of the shower and changed into the clothes she had brought with her into the bathroom.

It was a matching pajama set, that ironically enough was a gift from Emily. It was covered in small hearts with arrows through them. It was a Valentine’s Day surprise, and the other part of the surprise was that Prentiss had an identical set. Emily usually wasn’t one for showy displays of affection, she was a private and simple person. She would joke and tease to show her love, but she knew Garcia wasn’t like that and enjoyed honest, sentimental gifts.

Penelope smiled at the pajamas, thinking back to the gift and how much it meant to her- how much it still means to her.

Penelope stepped out of the bathroom, towel still wrapped around her hair to help it dry as she made her way back to the bedroom.

The bedroom door opened, Prentiss watched as Garcia entered- but Garcia didn’t see Emily right away, instead making her way to the small closet and putting the clothes she was wearing into her hamper.

Garcia then turned around, and that’s when she saw Emily, and it was a surprise, as Garcia almost practically jumped.

“You- Oh! Emily! God.” she sighed, clearly taken off guard.

“Sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you, I,” Emily started, taking the chocolates and flowers out of her lap and setting them down on the bed next to her as she got up to be closer to Garcia.

“I’m sorry love, I didn’t mean to scare you.” She repeated, Garcia huffed and crossed her arms over her chest. “Well, you did.” She said with a small pout on her face.

“Can we- can we talk?” Emily asked carefully. Last she had seen Garcia, she was mad, couldn’t even look at her. She didn’t want to end up sleeping on the couch tonight, she wanted to work this out. To her surprise, Penelope nodded slowly.

“I’m sorry, Pen..” Garcia said nothing as she stood and listened to Emily, Prentiss gestured for her to take a seat on the bed next to her. Garcia obliged and sat down.

“I know it’s scary when we go into the field, because anything can happen. And I hate myself for not thinking ahead and my actions hurting you, that’s the last thing I want to do. You matter so, so much to me.”

Silence sat over them both for a moment. Emily wanted to reach forward and hold Penelope’s hand, but she didn’t want to push it. Garcia sniffed, the sound breaking through the silence.

“I know you didn’t intend to hurt me, Em. I know a little girl’s life was on the line. I just- it is scary, it just is!” She said, exasperatedly. Not sure what else to say or how else to phrase her thoughts.

Emily decided to push it, reaching forward to hold her girlfriends hand between her own. “This job is hard. It’s bad at times. But it’s where I met you, and it’s where we fell in love. It’s the one job we know we’re good at.” Prentiss spoke softly.

Garcia nodded as she look down, putting her other hand on top of Emily’s. She smiled softly. “I’m sorry. I’m not mad, I get scared is all… you know with my family, they just were gone one day and-“

Garcia’s voice cracked a little, the emotions were still incredibly raw. “I just don’t want to lose you.” Emily nodded. She didn’t want to lose her either.

“I will always come back to you, in this life- in the next. I will fight anyone who stands between us, I love you, and I hope you know that. I would do anything to see you and be with you.” Prentiss said as she squeezed Penelope’s hands tightly. Garcia knew she wasn’t messing around with what she said. Emily was fiercely loyal, she stood by every word she ever spoke.

Penelope smiled, “You saved a little girl’s life today,” she looked up to meet Emily’s gaze.

“I’m really proud of you.”

The chocolates and flowers quickly became an afterthought for Emily, as her and Garcia relieved each other of their anxieties and reminded the other how much they loved each other. It was only when Penelope stood up from the bed to take the towel off of her hair that she saw them on the other side of the bed.

“Oh- are those, are those for me?” Emily looked back, remembering the gifts and grabbing them.

“Yes! They are! I- I know that flower shop you like so much… I had some help getting these, I wasn’t sure what you’d like.” Prentiss explained, offering the flowers to Garcia first so she could look them over.

Penelope smiled excitedly as she took them from her, looking them over, there were white and red roses, baby’s breath, and some blue bells. It was gorgeous.

“Do you… like it?” Emily asked apprehensively as she stood up. She knew it was dumb, but her and Morgan really were out of their elements in that flower shop. And as much as the kind older woman helping them reassured them that their partners would love it, she was scared. This gift had to be perfect for Penelope. And she knew Derek shared a similar thought for Spencer.

Penelope couldn’t stop her beaming smile, “Love, they’re perfect.” She set them down on the dresser next to her and leaned in to give Emily a sweet kiss on the lips. Emily smiled, grateful that she was able to help mend this wound between her and Garcia. She couldn’t survive if she didn’t have her in her life, Penelope was everything.

Prentiss wrapped her arms around Garcia, holding her in a loose hug for a while. Penelope didn’t mind as she rested her head on Emily’s shoulder, sighing contently.

“Thank you.”

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“New year, more like new queer” -Spencer, pointing at Emily who just recently came out

#listen maybe this isn’t as funny as I think it is #but I think it’s hilarious ok #og shut #criminal minds #cm #spencer reid #emily prentiss #BAU

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if derek morgan stayed in the bau season 12 the b plot would be getting spencer out of prison for a murder he didn't commit and the a plot would be keeping derek out of prison for a murder he's about to commit

#the way Derek would’ve been fuming if he was there #he would have murdered everyone #derek morgan #spencer reid #criminal minds #cm #reid prison arc #dr spencer reid #criminal minds season 12 #spencer #moreid #reblog

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Do y’all think Derek would ask Hotch for his blessing to propose to Spencer.

“What do you mean, my ‘blessing’”

“Just like your permission”

“.......you know I’m not......his father, right”

“🥺 you’re the closest thing he’s got”

#UGH THEY SO WOULD #this is such a cute thought #moreid #criminal minds #reblog #cm #spencer reid #derek morgan

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hiiiii can u add me to the technical analyst taglist i’m @reidingrainbow ❤️

Shall do!

#og shit

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Here’s links to chapter one, two, and three :)

TW// conversations pertaining to dead victims/descriptive imagery of stab wounds and death caused by stab wounds, as well as blood is mentioned. I would like to specify, however, that this is a completely fictional case the team is working on within my fic. I'm not trying to make anything too gorey or crazy, this is purely to further the plot line for moreid (but I find it important to tell a good story in all ways, and that means I will go into details this case for better story building and immersion) thanks!

Technical Analyst (ch.4)

Derek had left the round table room almost immediately after the meeting was over, he had to grab his things- and he didn’t want to be in the vicinity near Emily after the meeting. She was sure to say something, and Derek didn’t want to hear it.

Thankfully, he caught a break, as he got his bag, and was able to take the elevator alone.

As he rode the elevator down, he decided to call Garcia- for no other reason other than he was missing her, “Hey babygirl,”

“Hey there, handsome!” Garcia answered in her famous over the top, peppy manner. “You just got a case, right?”

“How’d you know?” Derek asked curiously, fiddling with his bags straps as the elevator continued to whir downwards into the parking garage, he was going to drive himself to the airport- he got free parking since it was federal business, after all.

“I get cc’d on all new cases J.J. accepts,” Garcia explained, “Well, that, and Reid just sent me a worried email.”

The elevator arrived at the garage, the doors sliding open slowly after a moment, Morgan stepped out; “Worried how?” He asked, he wasn’t sure what else to say.

“Oh, it’s just first day on the job jitters,” Garcia waved off any of Derek’s concern. “Spencer’s not done technical analysis work before. He went from being on the field of domestic terrorism, to off on the sidelines. It sucks.”

“Yeah, tell me about it, I’d leave the bureau if that happened to me.” Derek mumbled into the phone as he got to his car, loading his go bag into the passenger side before moving his way around the vehicle, to the drivers side.

“Mhm, anyways, I’m off to see a musical! I got a front row seat, I’m so excited. I think it’s an off brand version of wicked, or something!” Garcia continued on excitedly about the musical that was or wasn’t a rip off- Derek didn’t understand musical theater very well, but he listened happily as he pulled his car out of the garage and started his drive over to the airport.

Spencer was a bit worried, absolutely he was. That’s why he had emailed Garcia in the first place. He went back to his incredibly too small office and it was the first thing he did. The email wasn’t anything too crazy- subject line just read “Help”, and Reid didn’t allude to his fear of making a fool of himself; instead he focused on clear objective truths, asking for a reminder on how to crack through sealed records and files incase needed, as well as where he should even start with the shower curtains used to wrap the victims. Because in his opinion, that was a pretty solid lead.

Garcia responded to his email not long after, telling him not to worry- she knew he was capable and able to handle these kind of challenges. She gave him her two cents on the shower curtain angle, see if crime scene unit found any label or identifiers on it, and also see if there’s any large suppliers to the area that make that specific kind of curtain. She ended her email response with “you don’t gotta worry! I’m only a call away. And Derek can help too (*^▽^*) you got this!”.

Of course Penelope ended her email on such a sweet, positive note, with an emoticon as well. Reid smiled as he read the message out on the screen. She was always so optimistic, at times he had to wonder if it was all a facade- but Garcia was so positive, if she was faking this she would’ve cracked by now. Reid loved her energy, he needs to follow in her footsteps in the ways of positivity and become more optimistic. He shouldn’t dwell in the negatives, even though it was easy for him to do.

Reid moved on, exiting out the particular email chain and starting on the search for the shower curtains, he emailed the crime scene unit asking for any identifiers they might’ve found on them, as well as he looked through the crime scene photos again to see if he could find anything, which was hard since the victims blood was all over them. He couldn’t see much, so while he waited for crime scene to message him back, he started on his own research.

He wanted to look into the two victims card activity, last seen whereabouts, maybe they were in the same restaurant or bar before their death. There had to be a clue around there somewhere.

“Okay, what did the two victims have in common?” Rossi asked the group as they were sat in the plane, it hadn’t even taken off yet- the pilot was still checking whatever had to be looked over before they could safely get in the air.

Derek was still getting comfortable in one of the lounge chairs sat around one of the tables in the plane, Rossi was sat across from him. J.J. and Emily were sat on the couch behind them, and Hotch was sat alone at a table across the row from Rossi and Morgan, each was settling themselves in; taking their jackets off and pulling the case file out of their bags.

“Both are white men, late twenties early thirties. The first victim, Jakob, has more stab wounds than the second.” Hotch started, Rossi nodded. “Do we know why the de-escalation in the amount of stab wounds?” Prentiss asked curiously, “There’s a witness who walked up on the unsub midkill,” J.J. explained,

“police already questioned her, but the story was that she was with her boyfriend in the bar next to the alley where Andrew Pullin was found. She stepped out for a smoke break and heard a commotion, she walked a few steps down the alley and yelled when she saw the body, the unsub was already running off by then.”

“Shows a lack of foresight- immaturity even, to kill in a public place and run off the way the unsub did.” Morgan speculated aloud. The team stayed silent in agreement, and the plane started rumbling down the track, ready for takeoff.

They’d only been sitting in silence for about ten minutes before J.J. piped up inquisitively, not about the case, but about Reid. “So our new analyst has experience with Gideon?” She asked Rossi curiously. Rossi nodded, he had the most information on the matter, everyone knew he would, so he was the one leading this conversation- even if J.J. prompted it.

“He does.” he answered simply, Prentiss chimed in, also equally interested; “So, how did he meet Gideon?” Everyone was listening in intensely, even if they were acting like they weren’t. J.J. and Emily were listening for similar motives, legitimate curiosity on a guy they had barely met before. That, and Emily would use whatever she learned as a way to throw back at Derek as proof that he must think the young doctor is cute or something. Derek would deny all of that, obviously. He was listening for simple curiosity, someone who worked with Gideon and he hadn’t heard of seemed atrocious to him. Hotchner was listening for the purposes of shutting down the conversation. He didn’t want the team interested in the wrong things, he needed them focused.

Rossi cleared his throat before continuing on, “Dr.Reid’s some kind of genius- kid’s got something like two or three PhD’s to his name. From my understanding, from Jason, he met him at some lectures the bureau hosted and Jason was a guest speaker at. They kept in contact and worked together.”

“So, he’s got probably years of behavioral science experience?” Derek asked, Rossi gave a curt nod and Morgan kept speaking; “So then why do we not work with him? The guy’s probably smarter than Prentiss and I combined,” that earned a harsh “Hey!” Out of Emily as he spoke, but he knew she wasn’t actually offended (as that was how they rolled.), and he kept going. “It just seems weird we haven’t worked with him.”

Derek’s comments caused Hotch to laser in on him, putting a stark end to the conversation. “Morgan, Dr.Reid’s professional career choices are not a speculative manner. His work with Gideon may be useful in our case, but if you have questions about his own career, you can ask him. Same for everyone else here. We need to be focused on the case.”

That shut Derek and the rest of the team up. Derek looked back down at the case file, imagining his eyes could burn a hole through the manilla envelope. He was sure if he looked up and made any kind of eyesight with Prentiss or J.J., he’d see their matching stupid smirks.

Sue him for being curious, he wasn’t trying to do any harm. But he doubt he’d learn anything from the mysterious doctor he had somehow never seen before.

The crime scene unit responded quickly to Spencer’s inquiry on the shower curtain identifiers. Unfortunately for him, it was a bit of a dead end- it was a generic shower curtain brand, sold and supplied at almost every retail store in the area. No way to track where or when it could’ve been sold. He emailed them back a thanks anyways, just to be polite.

He did have more luck with the victims last bank statements shortly before their death- and he knew it would be worthwhile to call the team and let them know about this. Garcia told him to as well, she said it wasn’t worth waiting for them to land to get them the information. The sooner, the better.

So, Spencer fired up the small, somewhat low quality camera for a video call, and sent the team a call.

The team was still sitting in amicable silence when a ring broke out through the comfortable quiet, Hotch leaned forward to press the accept button, and Spencer’s face appeared on the monitor in the plane.

“Dr.Reid,” Hotch spoke once the call was securely connected, Spencer gave an awkward half wave to the camera before starting,

“I got started on the shower curtain front,” he started “And?” Rossi asked curiously. “Not a whole lot there, they’re a generic brand, practically sold at every retail store in the area. It wouldn’t be a worthwhile use of time to track everyone buying them.”

Hotchner nodded, “Anything else?” He asked Reid.

Derek couldn’t help but notice how nervous Spencer looked over the video call. Granted, he got the nervous kind of energy from the doctor in real life. Not nervous as in Spencer wasn’t sure of himself, because Derek didn’t think that was the case. It seemed more that Reid just was a bit socially awkward- and maybe for a valid reason. From his file, Derek knew the domestic terrorism unit didn’t socialize with him much. They ostracized him. For what good reason? Who knows.

Morgan thought there probably wasn’t a good enough reason to cast this guy aside, then again, he didn’t know the doctor nearly well enough.

“I looked into the last known bank activity of both victims, I used their last known purchases as well as where they were found to start a geographic profile.” Spencer spoke, the speaker of the monitor adding a grainy warmth to his voice that wasn’t in his natural octave.

The screen layout within the monitor changed, now half of the screen was camera feed of Dr.Reid, and the other half of the screen was a map with four distinct markings. One orange, one red, one blue, and one green.

“What’re we looking at here?” Hotch asked, his voice monotonous as always. Reid continued, looking down at his own screen now, no longer making eye contact with the camera; delving into his explanation.

“The orange is the first victims last card purchase, the red is where he was found dead.” The orange mark on the map was northeast, it was incredibly, a few miles away from where the body was found. The red marking was in its respective position, more central on the map and in the middle.

“What was the last purchase for the victim?” Hotchner asked, “A bar, his tab had a few drinks on it.”

“Bar, just like the one Andrew Pullin was found next to.” J.J. speculated aloud. Spencer heard her and nodded, “The green marking is the same thing, card activity for the second victim- it was a bar and grill restaurant.” He said. The green marking was more southeast, lower than the red and orange. There was a noticeable stretch of distance between the first and second victim already. And once added in where the second body was found, they were almost at the border of the city. The blue marker was towards the southeastern border of the map.

“So, what is this map telling us so far?” Morgan asked Reid curiously.

“Not enough,” Reid said with a clear, small tone of dejected in his voice, “it seems that right now, the unsub’s picking from the more eastern side, but he started in the north and went south. There’s nothing to say he’ll stay on the eastern side, even. I need more data to find a midpoint.”

“More data, you mean more bodies.” Rossi said tightly. Spencer nodded, looking down at his keyboard with an unfortunate tone about himself.

“It’s still good work, thank you Dr.Reid. Just dig into the victims personal online lives now, see if there’s anything that connects them.” Hotchner said to him.

Spencer nodded in response, he felt ashamed for not being able to provide even the smallest bit more on maybe anything geographical for the team. He didn’t want them scouring through the entire town. He wanted to help narrow things down, find the solution. Hopefully, he would. But he just wasn’t there yet.

Spencer had to do something more though, he knew he did. His hands were practically shaking as he started speaking to the team, through the video call.

“If I can, though, sir-“ Hotch gave him a look of interest, he was ready to wish Reid off and end the call.

Hotchner nodded in stoic silence, giving Reid a signal to continue.

“I think the unsub is young, there’s a lack of foresight with how the murders so far have gone. And I know there’s only two, but I got the witness report from agent jareau, and this girl almost caught him. He’s either not thinking ahead, or,” Spencer took a second to take a breath in.

“Or?” Hotchner asked, “Or he’s wanting to be seen, or almost be caught. It feels like there’s a layer of voyeurism present. He’s leaving the bodies out for public display, he’s killing in public. It’s a pattern.” Spencer stated.

That was the end of Reid’s thought, and he carefully watched the expression of the BAU team through his computer monitor. J.J. and Emily weren’t in his visual line, only Derek, Hotch, and Rossi were visible to him. Hotchner’s expression didn’t change, Derek had a thoughtful expression on his face, as did Rossi.

“Thank you Dr.Reid, we’ll consider it for the profile.” Hotchner said, Reid just gave a nod in response and pressed the ‘end call’ button. Cutting off all communication with the BAU for now.

Reid hoped he wasn’t overstepping by saying what he just did, he was praying he wasn’t burning any possible bridge with the BAU. He wasn’t trying to show them up or anything of the sort. But he’ll be damned, he knows a lot about human behavior and sciences, and he’s been dying to use it.

Reid’s hands were still the smallest bit shaking as he reached for his mouse again, starting on the online background checks of the two victims, like Hotch instructed him to do.

He was just trying to do the best job he could, after all. He’s hoping the BAU can see that.

“Voyeurism and voyeur like behavior could be a reason for the somewhat public locations of the kills.” Prentiss said after Reid had ended the video call, once again leaving the team in silence before she spoke.

Hotchner gave a small nod of agreement, “It’s certainly a possibility. But let’s not attach ourselves to any ideas quite yet, we have very limited information to go off of. When we land, J.J. will come with me to set up at the police station, Prentiss and Morgan go to where the most recent victim was found. Rossi can interview the witness again.”

Everyone understood their assignments, not speaking anymore, just nodding to Hotch. They had work to do when they land, after all. And it seemed the team needed a second to sit without anything being spoken aloud. They needed to think, what the case means for them right now, what information they have. They just had to collect their thoughts. Nothing else was heard except for the hum of the jets engine.

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