Love On The Field - Spencer Reid x Reader

PART IX

“You were right.” Morgan said stepping back into Finnegan’s home after having to leave with the other men when Jones got a call from his team.

“What do you mean?” Y/N asked leaning against the doorframe that led to the kitchen.

“Finnegan’s been dead for a week.” He answered.

“What?”

“My men found him in the woods.” Jones said entering the house after Gideon and Reid. “Coroner said it looked like natural causes.”

“So, who’s been living here then?” Y/N questioned. “Because there’s a bunch of provisions in there. Each one dated after Finnegan died.” She added pointing towards the kitchen.

“Were they eaten?” Gideon asked walking past her and into Finnegan’s kitchen.

“Kinda.” She answered walking behind him.
“There’re unopened bowls of creamed spinach in the trash. Each one wrapped with duct tape.” She explained lifting the bin up to show him.

“So we’re looking for a guy who really, really hates spinach?” Derek asked crossing his arms over his chest.

“Who doesn't?” Reid commented.

“Ritualized. Meticulous. Organized.” Gideon listed, making a mental note of the unsub’s profile. “Pull prints.” He ordered as his phone started ringing. “Have Garcia run them for a match.”

“You got it.” Y/N said following him out of the kitchen to look for the latent fingerprint kit and get to work.

As expected, it didn’t take long for Penelope Garcia to get some results. The woman was one of the best, and it showed. Well, she made sure to show it too and remind everyone in the process. In less than fifteen minutes she was calling Y/N back to break the news of what she had found.

“Garcia!” Y/N said answering the call.

“Garcia? Why so formal baby doll?” She asked. A noticeable smile in her voice.

“Sorry.” Y/N chuckled. “Did you find anything?”

“I pulled two sets of prints off those food trays.” Penelope answered.

“Two?” She asked walking into the room Derek, Spencer and JJ were spending the time in. The trio instantly turned to her with expectation.

“One belonging to a child.” Penelope added.

“Okay, but do you know from which one of the victims?” Y/N asked. “You could coordinate with the Ozona coroner's office for a match-”

“Oh, honey. I already have the minions working on it.” She stated making Y/N smile.

“In the meantime, your intrepid hacker found you a match to the other set in the database. His name is James Charles, he's a local guidance counselor?”

“Yeah, he's a local guidance counselor. He’s been helping us on this case.” Y/N told Penelope, but the rest of the group quickly caught on without even having to listen to the conversation.

“You're kidding. His address is 3725 Briarwood Road.”

“I know exactly how to find him, Pen. Thank you.” She told her before hanging up. “Call Gideon, we just found our unsub.” She told the rest of the team.

The bullpen was rather quiet. Most officers were out on the street and those who weren’t were focused on their different tasks. Among them, Y/N had found herself behind a computer screen near the break room. A group of officers watching her attentively, studying everything that she did as she compared fingerprints trying to find one that matched the one Penelope had found on the food trays. Ozona’s technology was nowhere near the one she was used to back at Quantico which, in this case, meant the task was a little more difficult since it had to be manually done.