Love On The Field - Spencer Reid x Reader

PART VI

The precinct was already buzzing with personnel going about their work when they arrived. The smell of ink and burnt coffee wrapping around them the minute they had stepped in. The light blue color on its walls nearly as sad as the case they had reached there to solve.

“Maggie Callahan.” The woman that welcomed them into the precinct said introducing herself. “I’m the detective on this job. As soon as he changed victims, I knew I could use your help.” She said after Gideon and Hotchner had introduced themselves.

“Your thoughts?” Gideon asked her.

“Serial rapists usually have a set fantasy. I figured if we can get a handle on what made him change, it would give us our best shot at nailing this guy.” She Answered.

“Is there a place our team could set up?"

A small conference room was the place the officers had set apart for the team. And as everybody set up, each one was soon assigned a different task. While Morgan, Callahan and JJ were out at Holy Trinity University interviewing students, Hotchner, Greenway, Reid, and Y/L/N paid a visit to Alice, the unsub’s latest victim at the hospital.

“Alicia, we’re from the FBI. I realize you’ve already spoken to the police, but we were hoping there were a few questions that you could answer for us.” Hotchner said approaching the victim.

“Every time I think it’s over, someone else wants to photograph me or touch me or ask me to relive it.” Alicia said.

“We will keep this short, I promise.” Elle told her.

“You said that your attacker knew the things you thought.” Hotchner began. “What did you mean by that?”

“He said that we weren’t the type of people to just stay inside and read books. And he talked about taking me away to Positano, Italy and drinking white wine and listening to Al Green.”

“Is there any significance to that?” Y/N asked.

“My favorite place in the world, the only alcohol I drink, and my favorite singer. I don’t understand how he could know any of it.”

“I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to ask you to listen to this and tell me if the man’s attitude sounds the same as when he was in your house.” Hotchner said before playing the recorded message from a different victim’s answering machine.

“He sounded different.” Alice said although his words were the same.

“How so?”

“More nervous. Even though he had a gun, it was like he was afraid to talk.” She said.

“What difference does it matter how he sounded?”

“On the phone, he can rehearse. In the flesh, he can’t hide his true self.” Reid answered.

“I don’t understand.”

“In this delusion, the man thinks of these attacks as dates.” Y/N explained.

“I didn’t do anything to make him think that.”

“We know you didn’t.”

After the evening was spent interviewing victims and everyone else who might have known something about the attacks, the team regrouped back at the precinct to share what they had found out and try an figure if there was something that could help them move forward with the case. But the gathered information was not enough and it only meant they would have to work twice as hard the next day if they wanted to get with the unsub before he could attack any other woman. Which is why both Gideon and Hotchner decided it would be for the best if the team got some well deserved night of rest.