Her

Chapter 5

-Still Spencer's POV-

We arrive at the BAU. JJ walks with a sort of bounce in her walk. Every step her beautiful blonde hair sways side to side. I decided to go to the bathroom first because if both me and JJ walk in at the same time then they will think something's up. She looks back at me and winks.

I head into the bathroom and see that Morgan is already in there.

"Hey pretty boy what have you been up to? I've tried to call you this morning you didn't answer," Morgan asked.

"Ummm I think I put my ringer on silent," I answered.

"Reid I know that's not why, I'm a profiler I see it in your eyes, what's going on? You still not over Maeve?"

"I am, it's just-"

"It's just what?"

"Nothing."

I just left it at that and left the bathroom. I start heading to my desk. Hotch comes out and calls the team in for a case. I start heading in there and JJ is already in there. I sit across from her.

"Ok, Queens, New York, Patricia Goldman, age 22, a brunette, stabbed 19 times in the back, Stacie Cruz, age 23, also a brunette, stabbed in the abdomen 19 times," Garcia says.

"He's organized," Hotch says.

"Yea they both were stabbed 19 times, more like anger issues," I said.

"So he can be a sadist, he wants the world to feel the pain that he felt," JJ states.

"And also Jennifer Cole, age 21, brunette, stabbed 19 times in the chest," Garcia says.

"So he's targeting brunettes in their early 20s," Rossi says.

"Someone probably died and caused him to murder innocent people, probably a girlfriend," JJ said.

"Wheels up in 30," Hotch announces.

        We grab our go bags and head to the airport. I sit at the back of the plane and JJ sits in the seat right across from mine. I see Morgan looking at me. I stand up and go grab a cup of coffee. Then we all meet up in the middle of the plane.

"Ok Morgan and Prentiss head to the victims houses and speak to their boyfriends, JJ and Reid go to the victims crime scenes, and Morgan, Rossi, and I go to the PD," Hotch says.

         1 hour later we arrive in JFK. We all head into a cab and head to our locations in Queens.

        We arrive at the crime scene of Patricia Goldman. She is 5'9", average size for women in their early 20s.

"She looks like she was drugged too," JJ says.

"Yea, wait what is this? The bottom of her foot is cut open, that's weird, it didn't come up in the file."

"It looks so neatly cut and clean."

"We should check if the other victims have that same thing," I suggest.

"Yea, Spence."

"What?"

"I think we should tell them they need to know."

"Yea I'm thinking the same thing, Morgan is already suspicious."

          We go and see Stacie Cruz and we see that she also has that slit on her foot. We look at Jennifer Cruz and she also has it. This guy has a thing for cutting feet open. I think he could be a butcher. I call Hotch.

"Hotchner."

"Hotch, our unsub is cutting their feet open."

"Ok."

-Skipping to the part where they find the unsub-

"Bryan Swarski, it's the FBI, we're coming in," Morgan yells as he kicks down the door like always.

"Bryan put the knife down and let her go," I say.

"Never," Bryan yells.

"I know what happened to your wife, a girl in her early twenties hit her with her car while she was walking across the street," I said.

"She killed her!" He yelled.

"I know but it isn't her fault, her brakes were broken and she too died later when she crashed into a pole," I said.

"Good she deserved that."

"But that girl that your pointing the knife right now doesn't deserve this, so please put the knife down."

"Ok...."

       He drops the knife to the ground and turns around so we can handcuff him. I go and untie the girl. She jumps into my arms sobbing and whispering thank you into my ear.

"Wheels up in 30."

        We head into the plane and me and JJ huddle the team together.

"Ok guys we got something to tell you," JJ says.

"I knew there was something going on," Morgan says.

"Me and JJ are going out."

      They all scream in joy and hug us.

"Congrats," Emily says.

"Thank you."

     We both head to the last pair of seats and play a little chess. We arrive home a hour later. We both head our different ways.

-That night-

"Can you believe we've been talking for 1 hour straight," JJ says over the phone.

"Yup I guess we have," I said and we both laugh.

"Well I guess I should go to sleep."

"Ok goodnight JJ."

"Goodnight pretty boy."