Love On The Field - Spencer Reid x Reader

Part II

“A Pale Clouded Yellow butterfly?” Y/N questioned taking the frame JJ was offering her in her hands.

“Yes, they are indigenous to Europe. Britain mainly. How did you know?” She asked.

“I’ve- read about them before.” Y/N said focusing her gaze on the black frame.  “ ‘She has been searched for yes never found.’ What does that mean?”

“That’s what we’re supposed to find out.”

The doors to the conference room suddenly opened and from them three new figures appeared. One, Y/N already knew. The other two, she had no idea who they were.

“How much sleep have you gotten in the last 24 hours?” Agent Hotchner was asking the female agent walking by his side.

“Hotch, I spent half of the night in an interrogation room. I am not sleeping until I find this Frank Giles.” She responded.

“Frank Giles left Jamaica last night on the redeye. Flew to Florida, then got onto another flight to Virginia.” JJ informed them as she joined their conversation.

“Virginia? You mean that son of a bitch is from here?” The other woman said.

“ I don't know if he's from here, but this is where he flew to. Arlington. He's got a long criminal record. Manslaughter, robbery, rape.”

“What about the victim, Marty Harris?” Hotchner asked.

“Uh, he's a two-time convicted fetish burglar, registered child sex offender...” Y/N read from the records that showed on her new computer. The two agent who had barely noticed her now watched her with confusion.

“Sorry. Agent Y/L/N, these are Morgan and Greenaway.” Hotchner said introducing her to the other members of the team. “She’s going to work with us for a while.” He informed his colleagues, who simply nodded at her. 

“Well, it’s nice to meet you agent Y/L/N.” Morgan said giving her one brief but rather flirty smile. 

“The CSU just positively identified the head delivered to my cabin. It was his.” Gideon added turning the conversation back towards the case.

"Don't waste time on the first victims. They were unrepentant, bad men. They only got what they deserved." Hotchner murmured, thinking out loud.

“What is that?”

“I got a phone call last night before you called from Jamaica.” He said.

“Any mention of a ‘her’?”

"Yeah, you must help him save her." Hotchner replied.

“Oh, so there's a ‘him’ now, too?” Greenaway questioned rolling her eyes.

“I think he means Reid.” He commented.

“Reid?” She asked and he nodded.

“So, clearly we have a psychopath intent on drawing us into his game.”

“Playing with us.” Gideon added.

“He kept telling us repeatedly to save her. What ‘her’?” Morgan asked taking a seat in one of the chairs.

“The items he's sent must be some kind of clues. I got a Nellie Fox baseball card from 1963 and a head in a box.” Gideon said as they put the pieces of the puzzle the unsub had created on the board.

“I got a rare butterfly in a shadow box.” JJ added.

“And repeated messages to ‘save her.’ " Hotchner said.