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𝑬𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒂'𝒔 𝑷𝑶𝑽

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𝑬𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒂'𝒔 𝑷𝑶𝑽

When me and Emily land back in New Orleans, it seems JJ and Will are arguing about the press.

"We're not making a media spectacle out of this," Will calmly objects.

"People need to know that this killer is a woman," JJ argues.

"Tourists are just starting to filter back here. I can't create mass hysteria in a city trying to rebuild after Katrina. Besides, we'll be playing right into her hands." Me and Emily glance at eachother, not sure whether we should chip in or leave them be.

"So be it," JJ says bluntly.

"I'm trying not to go above your head here," Will explains carefully, clearly not wanting to argue with JJ.

"Then set up the press conference," JJ demands, walking away from him and noticing us. "Hey, you guys are back from Galveston?"

"First light this morning," I say, joining the others.

"Another body was just found in the quarter," Hotch says. "Throat's been cut, disemboweled too. Morgan and Emily go check out the crime scene." They set off, and I come and place my go-bag down in a room with the others. When I turn back to exit, Reid's stood there.

"Reid, where were you?" I ask, stepping forward to him, slightly pissed.

"I was out with a friend," Reid explains, standing back, with a strange wobble in his step. I sigh.

"Woah, you okay?" I ask, holding his right arm to stable him.

"Yeah, yeah," he says quickly. "Just.. haven't slept well. Think it's made me slightly light headed." I frown slightly not completely convinced. "I told Morgan," he adds, trying to change the topic back.

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