Smart Girl(A Criminal Minds/Spencer Reid Fan-fiction) BOOK TWO

Chapter Seven: Viper

         We narrowed down the pick-up classes to one guy that encourages the unsub's sense of style. Viper was his name. 

        "Men, are put on this earth to hunt women. And, even though women deny it, they want to be hunted."

        "No, I think they deny it for a reason.' I muttered. 

        "They need it. IT's part of our biological imperative as animals. And the competition the opposite sex puts you though-Pitting you against other guys-against your own friends even. It's all to reassure themselves that they have brought home the best possible mate." I turned to Prentiss.

        "You have got to be kidding me." She nodded in agreement. 

        'My job, is to help you slash through every defense, every excuse, every 'Why don't you meet my friend?' trick that they're gonna throw at you. You may not have ripped abs," Doesn't matter to me. " Or can afford table service," Still doesn't matter. " But, if you're smarter and..." He placed a furry top hat on his head.

        "Oh gosh."

        'More interesting. Then you will be a better predator. This is the jungle my friends and you're prey wants to be caught." 

        "Would you listen to that language? he's training serial killers." Morgan said.

        'Great. We're dealing with a rampant narcissist-"

        "And misogynist." I added.

        "WHo's turned himself into a snake oil salesman."

        'Not to mention, referring to women as, 'Prey who want to be caught' probably isn't the best strategy."

        "Just one more thing he has in common with our unsub." Hotch said.

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        "So you think this...what did you call him... unsub took my class?" Viper asked. 

        "He copied your 'The camera adds ten pounds' act verbatim." 

        "Yeah, that's a good one." I tried not to sound disgusted.

        'If you could just give us your attendance list, we might be able to find him." I said. 

        "No."

        "No?" Prentiss asked.

        "MY clients expect a certain level of confidentiality. I won't compromise that."

        "We can come back with a warrant."

        "Be my guest." He said. "But keep in mind the money I make doesn't just pay for my fabulous lifestyle," He directed that at Prentiss and I. "It keeps some very expensive lawyers on retainer." 

        "What club did you go to last night?" I asked. He looked me up and down in... the creepiest way I've ever seen. 

        "It's a legitimate question.  You seem to know a lot about our investigation." 

        "Two things to learn about me," Oh gosh. "First, I outwit alpha males like you for fun, and sometimes profit. How often do you have to rely on your badge to score, baldy." He told Morgan. "Second, I was at Club Aqua last night, and I have a stack of tax deductible drink receipts to back up my story. Now, you might not want to believe my style works, and in this harsh light, you have the advantage. But meet me on my turf..." He stepped closer to us. "Oh, the things I could make you two do." I scoffed.