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046. no way out, pt. ii: the evilution of frank

Movie night had soon turned into a make out session, Jessica straddling Spencer's lap as they kiss. He's lying against the arm rest while she sits on top of him, her hands resting on his sides while Spencer's hands are tangled in her hair.

"Mm. Mm. Hey, I, uh..." Spencer mumbles, gently pushing her away. "Maybe we could take this to your bed? If-- if you want."

"If-- what, just make out in bed? I mean, we make out on the couch all the time, I don't see the--" She stops when she recognizes the look in his eyes. "Oh." She whispers. "Oh!" She exclaims, it finally processing. "Oh. Sweet. I-- ye-yeah, yeah, if... do you want to?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I... I'm ready. I want to." Spencer says.

"Okay." Jessica softly smiles, softly kissing him. "Bedroom it is, then."

Spencer smiles, squeezing her hips. She gets up, starting to pull up, but they're stopped when their phones go off.

"Oh, come on." Jessica whines.

Spencer groans, plopping back down onto the couch.

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Madelyn and Spencer get to Gideon's apartment with Derek, Emily, and JJ, the group walking in.

"Hotch." Derek calls, getting the older man's attention. "Where's Gideon?"

"I called his cell. It's right there. It seems he left in a hurry." Hotch looks at the table where dinner is set out but not eaten. Jessica looks into the bedroom, her eyes widening at the bloodied body on the bed that the crime scene techs are taking photos of and the blood on the walls.

"PD thinks he did this?" Derek asks.

"They have six witnesses who saw him running down the street, covered in blood, wielding a gun." Hotch says.

"Okay, he was probably chasing the son of a bitch who did do this." Derek says.

"Either way, we're under strict orders not to get in the way of the investigation." Hotch says. "Gideon's a suspect, we're his colleagues."

"Conflict of interest. There's no way they'll ask for our help." JJ says.

"Which he needs badly right now." Hotch says.

"Well, who spoke to him last?" Derek asks.

"I did about two hours ago." Hotch says.

"What did he say?" Spencer asks.

"He said he was late for a date." Hotch says. Jessica sadly looks over at the bed.

"Do we even know who she is?" Derek asks.

"An old school friend. We're conflicted out of the investigation. We're just here to answer questions the M.P.D. might have." Hotch says. "So we need to assess what we can while we can."

"Evisceration of the torso, removal of various organs. The guy's clearly a sexually sadistic psychopath." Spencer says.

"He's well versed with a scalpel. He's done this before. We need to at least get photos." Jessica says.

"JJ, your cell phone -- get as many as you can as quickly as you can. Get them to Garcia." He tells her and she goes into the bedroom.

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"No sign of forced entry. Why?" Hotch wonders.

"Everything is as it was. Nothing has been disturbed. Wine poured but not drank." Derek notes. "The victim simply let the assailant in. And why wouldn't she? She was waiting for Gideon. It's his home."

"Forensics won't find any defensive wounds. Why? Because she didn't defend herself. She couldn't. He came here for Gideon and he found her. Now, he knew he didn't have a lot of time, but... here she is, here he stands -- a sexual sadist. A psychopath with a need to kill. Just has natural as his need to breathe." Jessica says.