be the one ⇢ s. reid

xxiv.

Garcia had a list of threats that were made to the D.C. Times in the last year, but the team didn't think they were gonna find anything there. Cause why would someone with a grudge against a newspaper company also go after someone like a teacher or a real estate agent? But what was interesting is that all the interviews with the female victims have gone the same way: they're all baffled by being targeted. 

For Melanie, nothing seem to catch her by surprise - well maybe a little bit. Being abducted by a serial killer, confronting a possible suspect, getting shot at by an unsub, unsubs taking control of her place of work, and now a torso being delivered to her. The madness never stopped and she didn't plan for it to. These things were unpredictable and hell, they were always great stories to tell even when they sounded insane or unbelievable. 

It was another day at figuring out who was sending the grotesque packages. The femme was making notes about the case on her notepad as Spencer was looking through the package. 

"You know - the unsub wrapped those boxes pretty well." Her eyes reverted to the laptop she had in front of her with all the other pics of the "presents" that were delivered. "Because clearly he didn't want anything spoiling his surprise." 

Spencer now looked up from what he was doing with a tilt of his head. He looked at his partner in confusion. "What are you saying?" 

Melanie's eyes met Spencer's as she sat up in her seat. "I can't help but to ask myself: why did I never learn how to gift wrap presents for my family?" 

Spencer shrugged. "You could always hire someone to do it for you." 

Melanie chuckled. "Exactly, but this isn't the case with our unsub. It's not the same for them. They wouldn't get that thrill or enjoyment." She stated. "The point I'm trying to make is that this guy has major skills. But at the same time, he would have needed direct access to the World Send's tracking system along with a branch office for his boxed to be picked up. Are you picking up what I'm putting down, agent?" 

Spencer almost immediately understood; the wheels started to turn in that genius brain of his. "You think he's either a current or former employee of world send." 

"Who better than a disgruntled courier to call himself, mockingly or not, Gone Postal?" Melanie questioned. "Most serial killers have a God-complex do they not? It's what I would've done." She paused for a second to let out a laugh. "Not that I have any intention being one but if I held a serious grudge in my heart and soul, I would take it out on the people I worked for or others." 

Spencer had laughed along with her. "Alright, remind me to never mess with you or piss you off ever again. Despite the fact I know I have but I hope it's never to the point where you'd want to murder me." 

"I don't think I could ever say never  Dr. Reid. But you definitely are on a list." She teased. 

"Are you threatening a federal agent, Miss Alvez? That's a pretty punishable offense if you ask me." Melanie grinned at the male in front of her with a playful wink. "Have yet to use the handcuffs is all I'm saying."

It was almost instantly Spencer's face flushed. He ran his fingers through messy brown hair as he gulped softly.  "You can say I also have my own list of things to do." 

This time Melanie smiled and glanced down at her own notepad to hide her own blushing face. Seeing Melanie's reactions made Spencer smile himself. But instead of continuing, he focused back on the case. 

"So this unsub." He started off saying. "Is this disgruntled courier also a frustrated doctor?" 

The journalist's fingers ran through her own hair as she thought about his question. It was a valid question. The way the bodies were cut and dismembered was almost surgical. It was not choppy unlike most who try to cut up humans.