bloom | s. reid

three

e d e n

Being paired up with Spencer Reid isn't the worst thing in the world. I will say that being around him isn't what I expected at all. I genuinely thought that it would be extremely awkward, but it's actually quite the opposite. When Hotch paired us up to work together on the geographical profile, I was relieved. I absolutely hate small talk and with Spencer, it's anything but that.

"You never told me how you have three P.h.D's at such a young age," I remind him. Spencer has spent the last fifteen minutes drawing circles on a map of the city.

He looks at me, "Oh, yeah. I didn't." He places the pen in his hand back on the table. "I graduated high school at twelve, went to Cal-tech and got my bachelor's degree at sixteen, my doctorate in mathematics that following year. And then I went on to get two more bachelor's degrees in psychology and sociology. And then two more doctorates in Chemistry and Engineering." He explains, looking at me proudly. 

"How the hell did you manage all of that?" I ask him, shock written all over my face.

"I have an IQ of 187, an eidetic memory, and can read 20,000 words per minute." He states matter-of-factly. The shocked expression never leaves my face. 

"Okay, Einstein. I see you," I praise him, punching him softly in the shoulder. "That's really fucking cool." 

"Thanks! We should probably finish this before Hotch gets mad at us," he says looking over his shoulder at Hotch, who is wearing a serious expression. 

"Yeah, you're probably right," I agree, nodding. 

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By the time Spencer and I finish the geo-profile, Emily and JJ walk into the conference room. 

"What'd the M.E. say?" Spencer asks after noticing their presence. 

"The medical examiner said that C.O.D was asphyxiation. The stab wounds were inflicted post-mortem," the raven-haired girl tells us. 

"Most likely done with a lace-fabric," JJ adds. "She thinks that it was done with the victim's underwear."

"Was there any sign of sexual assault?" I ask, furrowing my brow. 

"It was hard to say. Since they were sex-workers, she couldn't give a definitive answer, but she did find evidence of extremely rough sex, but no semen or DNA."

"So the Unsub wore a condom," I imply.

"And took it with him," Emily starts, "Morgan called us and said that there wasn't any evidence of DNA or the knife that was used to stab the victims with."

JJ turns to the man beside me, "Spence, how's it going with the geographical profile?"

"We've narrowed down the Unsub's hunting ground to a ten-square-mile radius. And based on the locations of the motels and possible locations as to where he picks up the victims, I believe he lives right outside the hunting zone. He's sophisticated enough to cover his tracks and probably smart enough to hunt outside of where he lives."

"I'll call Garcia," Emily tells us, picking up her phone.

Penelope answers the call on the first ring.

"Hey, Garcia. You're on speaker, I have JJ, Eden, and Spencer here with me."

"I hate to be the bearer of bad news," She begins. Morgan and Rossi walk in, Hotch following behind them. 

"We have a fourth victim, don't we?" I ask. Reid's head pops up at this statement.

"That indeed we do."

"Same as the other victims?" JJ asks.

"Yeah, except this time there was a witness. Someone reported a man walking out of a motel room covered in blood."

"He made a mistake," Hotch states, "He's devolving. Did they get a good look of him, Garcia?"

"Yes, sir. They reported a six-foot-two white man that appeared to be in his thirties. He had blonde hair and was average build."

"Thank you, Garcia. We'll call you back when we have more."

"Hey, what did you guys find at the crime scene?" Spencer asks the two men who walked in earlier.

"So the crime scene definitely shows a hatred for women," Morgan says. "There were definite signs of a struggle, but the Unsub overpowered them."

"I spoke to the family and friends of the victims," Hotch begins, "Most of the victim's families hadn't spoken to them in a while, although every one of the friends that knew about the victim's work lives said that they all worked on the same street corner." 

"I think it's time to deliver the profile," Rossi says. 

- 

Hotch calls the police force to meet in the bullpen in order to deliver the profile.

"We believe the man you're looking for is a white male in his late thirties," Hotch says. 

"The victims he chooses are all brunette, young women," Rossi begins, "which we believe to be surrogates for someone in his life who wronged him. Possibly a wife or girlfriend."

"Because of the amount of overkill this Unsub shows, we believe that he will not stop until we catch him," Morgan adds.

"He chooses high-risk victims, which leads us to believe that he's not yet comfortable with killing, and picks up these victims from the same street corner," I say. 

"Due to the amount of anger and hatred that is displayed in these murders, we think that the reason he is committing these murders is motivated by revenge. He murders these women because he cannot get to the woman who wronged him."

"We should inform all workers of that specific street corner to be hypervigilant and stay at home until we catch this man. Thank you," JJ says, ending the delivery of the profile. The police officers dissipate, leaving the team standing in the front of the room. 

"So what do we do now?" I ask, looking at the team.

"Right now, we head to the hotel. There's not much else we can do here tonight," Hotch tells us. "Go. Get some sleep everyone. Be back here at eight tomorrow morning. Goodnight." Hotch walks away in the direction of the conference room to grab his go-bag before walking back over. 

"Does anyone need a ride to the hotel?" He asks the team. Morgan and Rossi accept his offer, rushing to grab their own bags. I turn to Emily, JJ, and Reid, "Any of you need a ride?" 

"No, JJ and I are going to head and get a drink. Would you like to join us?" Emily asks me. I shake my head at them, "No, I think I'm just going to head to the hotel and get some much needed sleep. Thank you, though."

"Spence, do you want to join us?" JJ asks the curly-headed man next to me. He looks at me then back at the two women. "No, I'm exhausted. I want to crawl into bed and sleep for the next ten years," he says yawning. The two women nod before grabbing their go-bags and head outside to the parking lot. 

I turn to face Spencer, giving him a smile. "Looks like it's just you and me, Einstein."

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A/N: Heyyyyy!!! I feel like this chapter is super short, so I'm sorry!!! My college classes are exhausting and it was so difficult to find the time to write this :(((((( The next chapter will be much better, I promise! Get ready for some ACTIONNNNN !!!! Let me know what you guys thought of this chapter!