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033. sex, birth, death

"Okay, um, Mary Poppins?" Jessica asks, the two walking through the train station to get to work.

"Never seen it." Spencer answers.

"You've never seen Mary Poppins?" She stops and looks at him.

"No." Spencer frowns at the shocked look on her face.

"Sound of Music?" He shakes his head. "The Green Mile?" He shakes his head. "Forrest Gump?" He shakes his head. "Heathers?" Spencer shakes his head again.

"Okay, yeah, we have a lot of stuff to watch. I mean, I'll give you Heathers, that's a certain kind of audience." Jessica says. "Hot Chicks?"

"Hot what?" Spencer frowns.

"Okay." Jessica mumbles.

"You're Dr. Reid." They stop at a boy's voice, turning to him.

"I'm sorry. Do I know you?" Spencer asks.

"I just know what you do." The guy says.

"Okay." Spencer says, glancing at Jessica who shrugs. Spencer nods, the two starting to leave. "Look, I saw you in Georgetown a few weeks ago." They turn back to the kid. "You gave a lecture on sexual sadism and how you helped catch the Mill Creek Killer in St. Louis." Spencer nods, a smile slowly forming on his face as he remembers.

"Uh..." Spencer lets out an awkward chuckle. "I'm not much of a, uh, a public speaker."

"I don't know. I thought you seemed cool." The guy says.

"You look kind of young to go to Georgetown." Spencer remarks.

"Um, I'm a junior at Northwest High School." He says.

"And you just go to lectures on anger excitation for fun?"

"Wouldn't you?" Jessica remarks, earning a small shrug from her boyfriend.

"I don't have a lot of friends." The guy says. Spencer nods a little in understanding.

"So you're interested in profiling?" Spencer asks.

"Yeah. I mean, I read a lot, you know, true crime, like graphic novels, mostly. They're all about whether there's really such a thing as evil, like nature versus nurture, all that, so I figured it'd be smart to hear it from an expert, you know? So you said a lot of 'em kill prostitutes?"

"It's the number one serial killer target, actually."

"Well, is that for sex or because they think they're dirty and they need to be punished?"

Jessica's eyebrows raise at his words, frowning at the boy. She looks at Spencer whose brows furrow in concern and thought.

"Were you waiting here for me?" Spencer asks, his hand reaching the small distance over to Jessica's hand and grabbing her wrist.

"What would it mean if somebody were stabbing them and cutting off their hair?" The guy asks.

"I've never, uh-- I've never heard of a case like that." Spencer says. "Do you wanna go to the BAU with us, maybe talk to some of our other team members?"

"Yeah, I think that would--"

"I-I actually have to go to school." The kid says, cutting Jessica off, and walking down the stairs.

"Wait, wait, hey, stop!" Jessica calls out, but the boy doesn't listen.

"Give me your-- your name and your number, and I'll call you and..." Spencer tries to follow him, but stops as the teen gets too far.