Love On The Field - Spencer Reid x Reader

PART VII

The waiting area at the Dayton Heights fertility clinic held a tense atmosphere. A decent number of women waited nervously for their next appointment. With legs anxiously bouncing and thumbs twiddling in endless loops. Phones rang every other minute taking them by surprise and making them jump ever so slightly on their seats.

Doctor Wagner had welcomed them without much problem. Agreeing to talk to them as long they would remain discreet about the matter they were to discuss. Patients would be roaming the place constantly entering and leaving his clinic and he did not want any of them to hear and assume anything that could possibly scare them away.
was an older man, with gray hair and thin-rimmed glasses that framed his gray eyes.

“I'm sorry. But whoever's committing these crimes couldn't work at this clinic.” He had said. “I'm the only man here.”

“But that doesn't mean that there isn't a connection. We need your help  to figure out what it might be.” Hotchner told him.

“Can you excuse me just a minute?” The doctor said before turning around to greet one of his patients. “Can you just fill that out? That's great. Just right there.” He said handing the patient a clipboard with some papers. “Look, what's happening is just horrible. But the margins on a clinic like this are incredibly slim. And if word gets out that there's a connection to this rapist, my practice would be ruined.” Wagner said turning back towards them.

“To be honest, I don't care about your practice. Three women were raped after coming here. That's not a coincidence, it's a pattern.” Callahan told him with all seriousness.

“If you're implying that I could be a suspect, I should let you know that I had a vasectomy 25 years ago.” He informed them defensively.

“We just want to know if there's anyone in and out of this clinic who fits the profile.” Hotchner told him.

“Quiet, lives alone, awkward with women, yet hangs around the office a little too long just to be near them.” Derek named a few qualities to give him an example of the kind of man they were after.

“No. It's just a small clinic. I only hire women. My patients are just much more comfortable around them.”

“What about outsourcing, computer support? Janitor?” Y/N asked.

“My daughter handles all the technical business. And I have a cleaning crew of two women. I'm sorry.” Wagner said turning back again to receive the forms his patient had filled.

“What is that, Doctor?”

“It's just a questionnaire we hand out to learn more about our client base.”

“This is everything the unsub knew about the victims.” Derek said reading through the different items.

“Who else sees these?” Callahan questioned the man.

“I don't compromise the medical privacy of my patients.” He said.

“Who else sees these?”

“Well, I sell the forms to a direct marketing company called First Hand Media. They just target buying habits. No medical information changes hands. It's not illegal.” He finally answered.

“Yeah, but the margins on a place like this. Word gets out, your practice would be ruined.” Y/N said sarcastically replicating the words he had said before.

First Hand Media. That was the name of the marketing firm Dr. Wagner sold his patient’s data to. And after a quick phone call back to Quantico, Penelope had found out they also processed the freshman orientation questionnaires from the colleges the first set of victims attended. They had a new lead, but the company had at least 250 employees with access to that kind of information. And the bad news was, most of them matched the description of their unsub.