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next morning Reid started is day at 5 am. He took a shower, changed his clothes, put his contacts in and went down to the lobby of the hotel. There he had two cups of coffee and two pills before anyone from the team was even awake. By the time that Hotch, Morgan, J.J, Prentiss and Rossi made their appearance the small table that Reid had seated himself at was littered with paper as he scribbled away.
Hotch and Morgan exchanged glances. He seemed so calm and ready to take on whatever that day had to throw at him. That was almost in complete contrast to how he had been last night. They were pretty sure that they weren't the only ones to notice the change in Spencer. He seemed more like himself then he had for the better part of a year. And this was only proven more and more true through out the day.
The case that they were dealing with, as far as they had been able to tell so far, had to deal with missing young men. They would go missing for a month or so and then there bodies would show up exactly three blocks from their known addresses. Each young man would have a number carved into their forehead and each victim was physically and sexually assaulted. Hotch realized that Reid must have been feeling more like himself, when while they were meeting with the local police department Hotch had to stop him several times from rambling on about the usage of numbers in rituals and the fact that the numbers could be of no significance to anyone other than the Unsub.
Reid had been so wrapped up in the case and the fact that the Unsub always seemed to be one step ahead of them that it never even dawned on Spencer that his phone never rang. This idea seemed to come to him when he had been at the Police Station for over an hour staring at a geographical map for what seemed like hours. He'd been in the same spot for quite some time and he swore that he could smell his brain cells slowly frying. He rubbed in between his eyes with his index finger. He knew that he had said that he had wanted a distraction but this was difficult. More then ever he wanted to talk with Gideon; he would know what the missing piece was. He would exactly what to say. As always he would say just the right thing at the right time and everything would be okay again. Reid was so lost in his own thoughts that he didn't even realize that he was being watched.
Morgan stood a few feet away and watched Reid work. Right from the moment that they had their first case together he was constantly amazed at how he could look at something and it would seem so random. Reid would take one look at the same jumble of whatever and would magically see something that no one else had. He was guessing that this was the reason as to why he felt personally responsible whenever something bad happened to the doctor. Despite the fact that he was super smart and that he knew the risks of the job when he joined the FBI, Morgan still felt the urge to protect him as best that he could whenever he could.
Hotch walked into the room, holding a tray of coffee. He knew that if they were going to crack this, then Reid was going to need the caffeine. "How is he?"
Morgan turned so that he was looking at his boss. "I think that he's stuck. I've been watching him for the better part of almost two hours and the kid hasn't moved. I think that it's entirely possible that he'd fallen asleep standing up until he backed up and tried looking at the map another way."
"Has he seemed anxious or anything like that?"
Morgan shook his head. "Nope, just staring at the map. I think that you better give him the coffee now. It would probably make him happy."
Hotch nodded and walked up behind Spencer. "How's it going?"
Spencer opened his eyes, he had been vaguely aware that he had closed them. "I wish that I could tell you that this was easy and that I have finally cracked it. I think that I'm the one that cracked instead."
Hotch handed him the coffee and then put a firm hand on his shoulder. He hadn't expected Reid to jump. Spencer realizing that his reaction had been a bit overkill and that if he didn't do something that Hotch would start asking him questions, questions that he really didn't want to answer right then.
"You know how jumpy I get when I'm stressed and exhausted.." He offered a smile that he felt was appropriate but that he didn't feel.
Hotch smiled back. "Of course."
Morgan shook his head. If Pretty boy thought that he was fooling anyone he had another thing coming. He made himself promise that as soon as the case was over he was going to get to the bottom of Reid's problem. He didn't care how long it took.
Hotch and Morgan exchanged glances. He seemed so calm and ready to take on whatever that day had to throw at him. That was almost in complete contrast to how he had been last night. They were pretty sure that they weren't the only ones to notice the change in Spencer. He seemed more like himself then he had for the better part of a year. And this was only proven more and more true through out the day.
The case that they were dealing with, as far as they had been able to tell so far, had to deal with missing young men. They would go missing for a month or so and then there bodies would show up exactly three blocks from their known addresses. Each young man would have a number carved into their forehead and each victim was physically and sexually assaulted. Hotch realized that Reid must have been feeling more like himself, when while they were meeting with the local police department Hotch had to stop him several times from rambling on about the usage of numbers in rituals and the fact that the numbers could be of no significance to anyone other than the Unsub.
Reid had been so wrapped up in the case and the fact that the Unsub always seemed to be one step ahead of them that it never even dawned on Spencer that his phone never rang. This idea seemed to come to him when he had been at the Police Station for over an hour staring at a geographical map for what seemed like hours. He'd been in the same spot for quite some time and he swore that he could smell his brain cells slowly frying. He rubbed in between his eyes with his index finger. He knew that he had said that he had wanted a distraction but this was difficult. More then ever he wanted to talk with Gideon; he would know what the missing piece was. He would exactly what to say. As always he would say just the right thing at the right time and everything would be okay again. Reid was so lost in his own thoughts that he didn't even realize that he was being watched.
Morgan stood a few feet away and watched Reid work. Right from the moment that they had their first case together he was constantly amazed at how he could look at something and it would seem so random. Reid would take one look at the same jumble of whatever and would magically see something that no one else had. He was guessing that this was the reason as to why he felt personally responsible whenever something bad happened to the doctor. Despite the fact that he was super smart and that he knew the risks of the job when he joined the FBI, Morgan still felt the urge to protect him as best that he could whenever he could.
Hotch walked into the room, holding a tray of coffee. He knew that if they were going to crack this, then Reid was going to need the caffeine. "How is he?"
Morgan turned so that he was looking at his boss. "I think that he's stuck. I've been watching him for the better part of almost two hours and the kid hasn't moved. I think that it's entirely possible that he'd fallen asleep standing up until he backed up and tried looking at the map another way."
"Has he seemed anxious or anything like that?"
Morgan shook his head. "Nope, just staring at the map. I think that you better give him the coffee now. It would probably make him happy."
Hotch nodded and walked up behind Spencer. "How's it going?"
Spencer opened his eyes, he had been vaguely aware that he had closed them. "I wish that I could tell you that this was easy and that I have finally cracked it. I think that I'm the one that cracked instead."
Hotch handed him the coffee and then put a firm hand on his shoulder. He hadn't expected Reid to jump. Spencer realizing that his reaction had been a bit overkill and that if he didn't do something that Hotch would start asking him questions, questions that he really didn't want to answer right then.
"You know how jumpy I get when I'm stressed and exhausted.." He offered a smile that he felt was appropriate but that he didn't feel.
Hotch smiled back. "Of course."
Morgan shook his head. If Pretty boy thought that he was fooling anyone he had another thing coming. He made himself promise that as soon as the case was over he was going to get to the bottom of Reid's problem. He didn't care how long it took.
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