Golden Girl

Five

There's something wrong with Spencer. He hasn't talked to me in days, I mean I understand why. I almost got him killed...

But I wish he would talk to me, or yell at me, or something. Spencer stays quiet in his seat next to Gideon. It's making me want to scream. Why can't he just say something freakishly smart and make us all feel stupid? I miss his adorable brilliant personality before Hankle.

I overheard Gideon say he saw him last night at a bar. Spence never goes to bars, especially not alone.

Emily and I had went out for lunch yesterday on our day off. She wanted to check up on me after the incident. I'm fine. I still see the dogs sometimes when I close my eyes, but the worst vision is the one of my best friend tied up in a chair, scared for his life.

She told me she was there for me, I'm glad to have her. I'm glad to have another girl on the jet flights and I am glad it's her because she's incredible at this job and an amazing person. Hotch and Gideon have started to see that. Their skepticism has mostly warn off, and they're understanding that this is what she was meant to do.

Right now, we're getting closer to landing in New Orleans for the case I picked out. This unsub is imitating the infamous Jack the Ripper. The killings had stopped for 15 months, it was thought that he died in Hurricane Katrina, but apparently that was not the case.

"Jennifer Jareau, I spoke to you on the phone," I say, shaking the hand of this New Orleans detective.

"William LaMontagne Jr," he says, "you can call me Will." His accent is pretty thick, definitely New Orleans home and grown.

"This is the team, Agents Hotchner, Gideon, Prentiss, Morgan and Dr Reid."

Will nods his head at them in acknowledgement.

"Prentiss and Morgan go to the sight where the last body was found, JJ go with Detective LaMontagne, Gideon and I'll speak with the locals."

Hotch pulls Spence aside, I don't know what he's saying to him, but Spencer tries to object. He's overruled. He leaves, frustrated.

We all go in different directions. I go to the police station with LaMontagne. I look to

It's hard for me to build a geographical profile without help of a team member. I've seen Spencer do it thousands of times. Hotch and Gideon will be back soon to help me and Will.

The only clue we have is the word "Jones" written on the wall before the lead detective working this case died in Hurricane Katrina.

Jones turns out be a bar where the unsub was assaulted. She was a former med student.
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"Do you always drink while you're still on the clock?" I ask Detective LaMontagne after the unsub is finally arrested. We're by an ambulance.

"This is New Orleans, honey, it's a cultural thing."

I laugh, rolling my eyes.

"Why aren't you married?" He asks, and my eyes widen.

I giggle. "And that involves the case how exactly?"

"It doesn't, I'm just flirting. It's unprofessional; you don't have to answer that."

I smile, and look away, accidentally meeting Emily's eyes from a distance. I avert my gaze to the concrete floor below me.

We're regrouped back at the hotel, we decided not to spend the night since it's only 12am right now, we're going to head home and get as much sleep as possible.

I see Morgan go up to Spencer who's sitting on the couch in the lobby. "You gonna tell me why you missed that flight to Galveston?"

"I already told you, there was no cell reception."
I can't hear them perfectly, but enough to know what they're saying.

"Right," Morgan says, tilting his head a bit.

"What?" Spencer looks up at him.

"Reid, anytime you want to come up with a better answer, I'm standing right here."

Spencer stands up and walks away from him toward me. I don't dare say anything, but I look to Morgan with a worried expression on my face.

Once Hotch is done talking with the desk lady, we're headed out to the SUVs to get to the jet.

We get on the plane and I get a text. "Hey, It's Will."

I smile down at my phone softly. Before I left to the hotel, Will had said, "How will I survive a woman like you living so far away?"

I smirked at him, handing him a thick rectangular shaped paper, my card. "Well, despite what you may have heard, phones can be very good for your health." And with that, I'd walked away.

I sit across from Prentiss and Morgan, Gideon and Spencer on the other side of the isle from us. Derek has headphones in and Emily is zoned out in thought.

"I guess I needed to see if I could step away," I hear Reid say in a low voice.

"And?"

"I'll never miss another plane again."

I almost smile to myself at his last sentence. I think he's going to be okay. I've figured out what's wrong with him. I think everyone has. It's just the fact of what to do for him.

Prentiss's head is resting on her hand, elbow against the arm of the chair. She makes eye contact with me and I smile at her, she gives me a soft smile back. And something explodes in my stomach.

914 words. i'm not sure how i feel about this