Criminal Minds

Chapter 18 part three

"Reid, Amber, how many books do you think are published in a year?" I sat up straight.

"In the whole world?" Reid question. "Thousands." Morgan, Hotch and I were sitting down in the chairs around the table while Reid was standing.

"Maybe even millions." I finished for Reid.

"Great, and all we gotta do is find one." Morgan said. "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?" Hotch finished.

"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." Reid said.

 "Reid, no again with the poem from the music box, please." Morgan pleaded.

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

"Thought you had a photographic memory." Morgan said.

"Eidetic memory." I said.

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

"Which leaves us."

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

"Not necessarily." Gideon says as he walks in. "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?"

"Rebecca Bryant." I stated.

"Missing out of South Boston, Virginia. You can get there in a few hours if you hurry. Take JJ. Find out everything there is to know about this girl." Gideon said.

"You got it." Morgan said as he stood up. He pat my back as he walk out of the door.

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

"He's just another unsub. Let's start putting together a profile."

"What do you want us to do?"

"Just keep working on this. If anybody can put it together, you too can." Gideon said. I look at Reid while he glared at me. I tried to smile at him but he just look away.

-Fast forward-

"Possible book titles. Thousands of books published every year. "

"This is impossible." I said.

"Year... Every year." Reid ran over to the table and grab the baseball card. "1963." Then he ran out of the room. I groan and got up. I chased after him. We went into Gideon's office. "The book has to be the right volume and the right publication date or the code won't work, right?"

"Okay." Gideon said looking up from his folder.

"Now when you talk about Nellie Fox, it's in regards to the 1959 White Sox. That's the year that's important to you, but for some reason, this is a 1963 card." I look at Reid. Now I know what he is getting at.

"Well, maybe he couldn't find a 1959."

"You think a pale clouded yellow butterfly was easy to find, or a music box that specifically plays the Trout Quintet?" I said.