It's Dr. Spencer Reid

Chapter 5.

The two youngest members walk out of the elevator, chatting on about comic con. "I think dressing up is cool, as long as your not wearing something weird." Emerson speaks, Spencer nods at the girl, his eyes filled with admiration.

Morgan glances at Emily with a smirk "he's whipped." Morgan speaks, making Emily glance at the two, then back at Morgan with raised eyebrows.

"No way." Emily speaks, making Morgan laugh.

"I'll bet on it." He speaks confidently, holding his hand out to Emily. The woman glances at his hand, and thinks for a second. "20 bucks if they get together in the next two months." Emily's mouth opens in shock.

"Two months?! Morgan they just met, at the least 5 months." Morgan nods at her, and shakes her hand.

"Deal."

♡

The group crowds into the round table room, to brief the situation at hand.

JJ stands at the front of the room, in front of a large projector. The two doctors sit next to each other, chatting lightly. The chatting stops when JJ speaks.

"The victims are families of four in Canton Ohio, two kids, two parents. Cause of death is different for all of them. The two kids, blunt force trauma. The dad has a gun shot to the head, while the mom has a stab wound." JJ projects the images on the screen. The two kids laying on the ground, arms and legs positioned star face. "The knife was found on scene, and there was a hammer sat next to the door. But no gun." JJ changes the slide, "while that first one happened three weeks ago, this one's more recent." JJ sighs, tapping the remote. More images appear. "Same cause of death." The images are almost identical, besides the fact they are in different homes, and are different people.

"All four of the kids were positioned star face. It's either a gesture for regret or sympathy. Or he spread out there bodies so they are seen as more vulnerable." Emerson speaks, her eyes never leaving the gruesome images.

"Maybe, the killer wanted revenge on the families. They had something he didn't." Morgan brings up into the conversation.

Spencer nods to himself, analyzing the images. "They were all killed the same way. He could be relating it to something in his life as well."

"It's apparent that the parents were forced to watch the two children die," Emerson's eyebrows furrow "but I'm not sure about the mom or the dad." The team stays silent for a moment. All of them glancing at the image in front of them.

A gasp rings through the air, "maybe the killer forced the father to stab the mother." Emerson glances at the team members, "and then shot the father."

Hotch let's out a deep sigh, "good work everyone, wheels up in 20."

♡

The team sits in the jet, Hotchner asleep on a sofa, and Emily on her cellphone. Morgan sits with headphones over his ears, and JJ stand over at the coffee bar.

The two younger members sit playing a game of poker. Emerson glances up at Spencer with a smirk, she had shuffled the deck of cards and knew exactly what cards were next. Spencer stares at the girls face for a moment, and pulls two cards. His eyebrows furrowed as he glances at the girl.

Emerson smirks, drawing one card. 'Oh and look at that just the card I needed.' The girl speaks in her brain. She puts her hand over the pile of pretzels in front of her, pushing them into the middle of the table.

"All in." She speaks, a smirk on her face. Emerson loved playing dirty, she loved watching the defeat on her opponents faces when she inevitably won. Spencer glances down at his deck, confused at why the girl isn't even attempting to keep a poker face.

Spencer sighs to himself, pushing all his peanuts to the middle of the table. "All in." He says, the girl gestures to him with her head.

"You can put yours down first." Spencer finally smirks to himself, assuming he wins. He places down his cards.

"Full House." Spencer speaks smugly, making Emerson sigh seemingly defeatedly.

"Damn it, How are you so good at poker Spencer." Emerson's shoulder slouch down.

Spencer shrugs to himself cockily, "I'm from Vegas." He hovers his hand above the large pile of snacks.

Emerson sucks a breath of air in through her teeth, "ooo not so fast, I won." The girl places down her straight flush. Spencer slouches his shoulders, face covered in shock.

"I never lose." Spencer speaks lightly to himself. He checks the deck of cards in the draw pile. "Did you cheat." Emerson shrugs to herself.

"It's not cheating if you don't get caught." Morgan laughs to himself,

"Admit it pretty boy...

You got played."