The sound of a glass wall. (Spencer Reid x Fem reader)

Chapter 8. An unexpected unsub.

   "Alright Garcia, what are we looking at?" Hotch asks, walking to the round table. "Well sir, there has been 7 murders in the past month in Washington D.C. Every victim has been dumped at a local gas station in their neighborhood, wrapped in a blanket." Penelope says, scrolling through the victim's pictures. I wince at the sight. "Do we have any other details?" I ask. "Well the unsub seems to be targeting young women between 18 and 25, They all have blonde hair, hazel eyes, and are around 5'4 to 5'6." She looks at me worriedly. "Alright, wheels up in 20." Hotch says walking out of the room. 

   I get to my desk grabbing my go bag. "Hey sugar.. Are you sure you don't want to stay with me for this case.." Penny says, she sounds on the brink of tears. I turn around, "Hey, I'll be fine. It's no different than the other cases." I sigh. "I know but the MO.. and going back to D.C.." She sniffles. "Hey, sweets I'll be just fine." I say walking to the glass doors. "Morgan! I'm riding with you and JJ." I say linking arms with JJ. 

   JJ and I walk to the back end of the van. "Hey, Pretty boy decided to tag along. Hope you guys don't mind!" Morgan shouts from behind us. JJ and I both nod. We crawl in the back seats, getting ourselves situated. "Hey Y/N?" JJ says, placing her hand on my shoulder. "Hm?" I hum, turning to look at her. "Are you okay?" She pauses for a moment. "You and Garcia looked freaked out about the case." She says locking our eyes. "JJ, I'll be alright, I'll explain more after the case. But for right now, I'm just going back to a home I haven't been to in a long time." I sigh, breaking our eye contact to lean against the window. 

   Derek and Spencer climb in the car. "Alright, hang on to your asses" He shouts, speeding out of the parking lot. "Jesus Morgan! Is there a reason for you speeding!" I shout trying to be louder than the wind blowing in the car. "It's fun!" He shouts back, winking at me through the rearview mirror.

   "God JJ, I thought he was gonna kill us." I huff almost falling out of the van. "You'll get used to it after a while" She laughs following behind me. "So, after the case, do you want to go out with Emily and I?" She asks, nudging me. I shrug my shoulders. "Sure, why not." I giggle while walking into the jet. I sit next to JJ, across from Emily, and Derek. "So, JJ. What'd she say!" Emily squeals leaning against the table. JJ starts to talk, I cut her off,  "Uh, hello. I'm right here. And I said yes." I laugh leaning back into the jet seat. I grab my water bottle, drinking some of it. "So, princess. I hear that you and pretty boy are up to somethin" He smiles, I spit out my water. "Uh... eheh.." I smile awkwardly. "I'm gonna take you spitting water at me as a yes." He laughs, wiping the water off his face. "How would you know?" I sigh, in defeat. "Well, pretty boy and I happen to be close. And he can't keep a secret for the life of him sometimes." Derek chuckles.  "Don't worry girl, we won't say anything." JJ and Emily both wink at me. "Jesus, what's it with you guys and winking!" I snort, throwing my arms in the air playfully.

   "Alright, sorry to bust your fun. But we're getting ready to land." Hotch says turning towards us. "JJ and Rossi, go to the families houses. Prentiss and Reid go to the Morgue. Garcia and Morgan go to the recent crime scene. I'll stay at the WPD talking to the other Garcia." He demands. "Well then baby girl, you're with me. Let's go" Derek says, grabbing his bag. I follow close behind him. "So is it just Penny and I that you use those names for?" I ask climbing into the passenger seat. "It was just Garcia, but you two are sisters, and just like her when we met I didn't know your name because you spaced out. You acted just like she did when I started with the names, So I'm stickin to it." He chuckles, driving to the crime scene.

   "Jesus." Derek groans looking at the body. "Is it bad?" I ask, slowly walking over to him. "Well it's not good." He states pulling on his gloves. "God.. He really fucked her up. Literally" I say looking at her legs. "Huh?" He hums, scooting towards me. "No seriously, There's signs of rape. Did the other victims have these?" I ask, standing up to take my gloves off. "I don't think so. We should get to the station to tell Hotch." He states, walking to the car.