You'll Never Be Whole Until You Lose Control- Spencer Reid

2.) cry baby

I think I worry a lot
I need to take it easy
I got this anxious feeling
But it goes away for a minute
When I'm with you breathing- Cry Baby, The Neighbourhood

Anna

"Well... that's a new one," I mumbled, trying to get air into my lungs. "Sorry, I've heard a lot of weird things while working in this field and that... just beat my record."

"Totally understandable, it's okay," Jennifer reared a steady hand on my shoulder. "It's not what you expect first thing in the morning."

"Have you sold any Moldavite recently? Even if you haven't, an expert's opinion could really benefit the case." Dr. Reid's voice was soft, endearing. I moved to put the crystal in my hands down, and even though my back was turned to him, I could still feel his eyes following me.

"Ah, yes, expert," I pushed my hands through my hair. "Um, no I haven't sold any Moldavite recently. We only carry a few pieces because I, um, really don't like it and neither does my business partner. There are thousands of online retailers though. It's got, how can I say this without sounding batshit, really crazy energy. It's a tektite, so it's glass that is from the impact of a meteorite hitting the earth roughly 14 million years ago in the Czech Republic. You either love it or you hate it."

"Tell me about the people who love it," Jennifer said.

"I get a lot of men asking for it, way more than women. It's either old men who killed their brain cells on acid, or men in their early twenties who crave the highest level of consciousness. Most women who buy it want it for protection and use it for a bandaid for difficulties in their personal lives, wanting to invite chaos for future change, if that makes sense," I was gauging the two of them for skepticism, and was shocked when they actually seemed genuine- especially Dr. Reid who stared at me with curiosity. "I feel ill when I hold it. It's just too much for me. It feels physically hot to the touch, like it's vibrating, and it makes my head and stomach hurt. One woman once told me it was because I was a negative person and it was cleansing me- like I said, they want to be on the highest level and tend to look down to those who aren't there."

Dr. Reid pushed his long fingers through his hair, trying to tuck a curl behind his ear that didn't fit, as if he wasn't used to the shortened length. "It would make sense that someone who used hallucinogenics would also be interested in something thought to be transformational."

"What were his victims, do you mind me asking?" I tried to make my voice not shake when the question came from my mouth but failed miserably.

"Two young blonde women, so far as we can tell a completely clean background," Jennifer said, her voice solemn.

"Where is he putting it?"

"Under a small incision on the forehead," she let out a sigh.

"He's creating a third eye, it has to be." Dr. Reid's amber eyes lit up as I spoke, and I could see the gears in his mind piece things together. He bit his lower lip in thought

"All seeing and all knowing," he mumbled. "The unsub is forcing his victims to see what they don't see... which would be him."

"He could even be claiming to be a shaman or medium, offering 'services' to help these girls emotionally and spiritually, you should double check their backgrounds and see if they were secretly struggling with something." I paused, staring between the both of them, then landing on Dr. Reid again. He was still watching me intently, like I was the only person in the world. He licked his lips, lost in focus. It was a look that sent a shiver up my spine.

Was it wrong to be lusting after someone while talking about murder?

Yes, yes it was.

"That would be how they're meeting him. Where would you meet someone like that?" It was Jennifer who pulled me away from Dr. Reid's face.