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"I love you"
Spencer was working on a case. He had reread the symptoms, and a few different case files were hanging from his lap . His legs lazily sprawled over the vacant seat next to him. Eden was sitting in the chair behind him, his back turned as he kept reading all the information. They were swamped
"All three of the first victims displayed Organ failure,vomiting and tremors. But the victimology changed. The unsub starts killing them why?"
"Maybe the first three were a test?"
"A test for what? Who's the real target?" Eden rubs her temples as JJ walks with Prentiss and Morgan.
"Toxicology report came back. The last victim had a higher dosage of a fine powdery substance. Looks like it was home made. M.E's trying to figure out what it is. So Far nothing."
"So he's upping the dosage now, why?"
"Maybe he has a deadline, the person he is going after will only be there a certain time." Seaver speaks up sitting across from Reid and Eden. Eden hated Seaver; she was always flirting with every guy on the team including Reid and she didn't respect boundaries, prying herself into people's lives.
Reid had made it very clear he wasn't interested in her and she didn't stop with all the flirting. It was becoming a bit overwhelming that the woman he was in love with owned a flower shop called Daisies, she had beautiful brown hair and dazzling hazel eyes.
They had been with each other going on a year and it was like each time he was away he would come back and love her more. She was so understanding about his job, they rarely fought, occasionally she would bring up something that was upsetting her and they would sit and talk it out vice versa.
His last relationship was screaming matches and one upping one another and it wasn't great.
They were good with each other, complete opposites she was bold and outgoing, loud and silly. She liked to go out and have a good time. But she had moments where she wanted to stay inside and not leave the apartment. Read books and order takeout or make a good dinner.
She was an amazing cook and a really good baker always sending him off on new cases with a few pastries or amazing food she cooked. This week was squash soup, with homemade sourdough bread and a few slices of strawberry cheesecake. If he didn't know any better he would think she was trying to fatten him up.
She loved cooking and baking and he loved to see her in her element. She always talked about how if her grandma didn't leave her that flower shop she would have opened up a bakery instead.
Although she still could, she felt the need to honor her grandma's wishes and keep the flower shop open for as long as she could. So she sticks to selling her baked goodies to local shops in the area and her small website as well.
