Lost In The Fire | Spencer Reid

3. Call In The Reinforcements

Becca was the first to arrive at the BAU the following morning. This wasn't a huge surprise, as when she'd left the bar late last night, Emily had been on her way to the bar for more shots.

She'd managed to get a little sleep, but her damn body was still on London time and by five AM she got fed up of staring at the ceiling of her hotel room and had decided to get up.

She poured herself a cup of coffee and headed to the round table room, settling into the sofa at the back of the room, her legs pulled up beneath her. Pulling her phone from her pocket, she flicked absentmindedly through her social media while she sipped at her hot coffee, smiling at a photo of her sister and two-year-old nephew.

"Morning Becca." She looked up to see Matt had arrived, cradling his own coffee in his hands.

"Hey! How's the head?" She smiled.

"Not too bad thanks. I tend to know my limits more than the rest of them. Probably has something to do with dealing with five children with a hangover," he chuckled, sitting down at the table. "I'd expect some sore heads from the girls though!"

"Volume down please Mr Simmons," Garcia said, her voice gravelly, her eyes hidden behind bright pink rimmed sunglasses as she made her way to the table.

"Someone is feeling a little delicate," Luke chuckled as he sat down beside Matt.

The rest of the team trickled in over the next few minutes, with the exception of Emily. The eight of them huddled around the table whilst they waited for her, Tara giving Becca a recap of Garcia and Emily dancing on a table at the end of the night.

About ten minutes had passed before Emily arrived, silently taking a seat between JJ and Dave.

"Sorry I'm late," she said. "I've just got off a call with the detective who worked the L.A. murders. Tara and Luke, I'd like you to go and meet with him. Also try and spend a little time with any witnesses. We need to gather as much intel as we can. Reid, I'd like you to start working on the geographical profile. Becca will be able to help with the London cases," Spencer nodded, his soft eyes locking with Becca's across the table as she smiled at him.

"Matt, JJ, can you head into D.C. and meet with Detective Castro? She's expecting you." Matt nodded. "The director's made it very clear he wants this case solved, and he wanted it done yesterday, so I've called in some reinforcements." The team looked at her expectedly, not noticing the movement in the doorway.

"Hey," came a deep voice, causing everyone's heads to snap to the doorway.

"Oh my god," Garcia shrieked, running as fast as her heels would carry her before throwing her arms around the man's shoulders. "It's you! It's really you! You smell like hope, and happiness!"

"Hey baby girl," Derek laughed as he wrapped his arm around Garcia's waist, fist-bumping Luke with his other hand.

"Anybody want a hug from me?" Came a voice from behind Derek, another man stepping into view.

"Hotch," JJ grinned, jumping from her seat and walking towards him, hugging him tight. Becca watched on as the group greeted the two men, smiling as she saw the happiness on their faces. After a few minutes, they all regrouped around the table.

"Becca, let me introduce Derek Morgan and Aaron Hotchner. They both worked on the original murders, so I'm hoping that their knowledge of the case will help us. Guys, this is Dr Rebecca Harding. I worked with her at Interpol, and she worked on the London murders." The three nodded to each other in greeting. "Derek and Hotch are both here as a favour, so let's look after them," Emily smiled.

"May I suggest a little soiree at casa di Rossi tomorrow evening, once Tara and Luke are back from the city of angels?" Dave suggested.

"I mean, it wouldn't be the BAU without a visit to casa di Rossi," Hotch smiled, winking at Dave. The rest of the team nodded enthusiastically.

"Becca, how about you, do you have plans?" Dave asked.

"No, no plans. That sounds really nice, thank you," she smiled.