Valentía (Spencer Reid Slow Burn)

The Fisher King Part Two

"You've got to do what you this is right and damn the consequences." — Morganna (Katie McGath)

"After all imaginable care has been taken to heal them up, still there will be a scar left behind." French writer, François de la Rochefoucauld.

"Reid, how many books do you think are published in a year?" Hotch asked him as the genius continued to stare at the code.

"In the whole world? Thousands." Spencer said.

"Great, and all we got to do is find one.

"You know, I can see this UnSub getting our phone numbers and addresses from the Bureau personnel files, but, come on, man. It really says in there that Gideon digs Nellie Fox? Or that JJ collects butterflies?" Morgan asked.

"It doesn't." Zoe said. "And there's no way that he should no so much about how my mom died."

"I didn't even know these things about us." Morgan said.

"Never would it be night, but always clear day to any man's sight." Spencer recited.

"Reid, not again with the poem from the music box, please.

"There's something familiar about it. I think I've heard it somewhere before." Spencer said.

"I thought you had a photographic memory." Morgan said.

"Eidetic memory." Spencer corrected, "And that's primarily related to things I read. Like I said, this is something I think I've heard."

"I'm the one with the semi-photographic memory." Zoe said.

"Which leaves us..." Hotch said.

"Nowhere, that's where it leaves us." Morgan said,

"Not necessarily." Gideon said, "How would we proceed if we didn't have all these clues? What's the first thing we'd look at?"

"Victimology." Hotch said.

"Why this particular victim in this particular place at this particular time?" Morgan said.

"We have a victim, don't we?" Gideon said, taking Rebecca's photo off the wall.

"Rebecca Bryant."

"She's missing out of South Boston, Virginia." Gideon said and looked at Morgan, "You can get there in a few hours if you hurry. Take JJ. Find out everything there is to know about this girl."

"You got it." Morgan said and got up and left.

"Been letting him lead us around like he's something more than he is." Gideon said.

"He's just another UnSub." Hotch said, "I'll start putting together a profile."

"What do you want us to do?" Spencer asked.

"Just keep working on this. If anybody can put it together, you two can." Gideon said.

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Spencer stared at the board as Zoe continued to write.

"Thousands of books published every year." He muttered to himself, "This is impossible."

"No, it not. I know impossible and I've beaten what most consider possible in all the years of my life." Zoe said, she shifted as the heaviness around her heart pulsed.

Spencer suddenly turned around, inhaling sharply, "Year. Every year." He grabbed the baseball card, "1963." He looked at Zoe, "1963 isn't the year that Gideon went to the baseball game with his dad. What if it's the year of the book."