Psycho (ON HOLD)

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"I'm Agent Jen Jakobs, the one who spoke to you on the phone, and this is our Unit Chief, Doctor Mason Reid." I shook hands and exchanged friendly tight-lipped smiles with Seattle PD's Deputy and Detective. "This is also our Technical Analyst, Grace Pyke."

"Deputy Wood and Detective Parker," Wood introduced.

Seattle's Police Department was big, but not as large as Detroit's, I wondered.

"Is there a place we can set up?" Detective Parker nodded with a small smile on his lips.

"Right this way." He led JJ and I towards their conference room, which conveniently was beside the staff room. "If you need anything, just ask."

There was a large round table, enough to seat twenty of us. Grace walked over to a corner of the table and immediately began to set up her things. Plugging in multiple wires, she began powering multiple laptops and more.

To make herself more at home, she brought out little decorative toys and placed them around. Back at Quantico, she had her own little enclosed office. It was filled with loads of small toys and decorative pieces. Hairy trolls to feather ended pens. Miss Pyke is quite the perky and quirky lady.

"JJ, I need you to hold back on the press, tell them no comment. Also start interviewing the families." The thin blonde nodded and left the room with a smile. "Grace, keep searching through their records and find anything that matches." She bobbed her blonde head, curls bouncing.

I assigned Derek and Emily to the latest crime scene, and David and Adam to the crime scene before that. JJ and I were better off here at the moment. JJ could control the media as she is the media liaison, and she was more gentle compared to the rest of the team. She made it easy to communicate with the grieving families. While I could only delve deeper into the facts and start working around with statistics and other things.

I walked over to the whiteboard, bringing along a case file. I let myself ease into work mode. My mind took control, letting my brain do all the work. Find all the connections, lay out a potential geographical profile, list all facts and cross reference them with anything that could give us a lead. I allowed my eidetic memory to do it's crazy and fast work.

"Mason?" Someone softly tapped my shoulder, pulling me out of my trance. I blinked thrice to clear my blurry eyes. "You alright? You've been writing on that thing for two whole hours! I searched through the video and found nothing, it seems as if it was only a taunt. The team is back, come on, boy genius; we ordered takeout." Grace informed me, brown eyes sparkling behind her bright purple glasses.

I nodded and smiled, stomach grumbling in response to her offer of food. I caught a whiff of the food and almost immediately began to drool. Chinese food. The best for when you're on a hard case. Holding your box of chow mien and sweet and sour pork, all while overlooking the latest case file was the best thing any one could ask for. If it was up to me, I could go through boxes and boxes of delicious Chinese takeout.

My stomach encouraged me to move fast towards the table and I listened to its pleas. "Here Mason, got you your favourite," Emily said, handing me a large takeout box with a smile. "Chow mien with sweet and sour pork." I smiled gratefully, sending her a look of appreciation. The pretty brunette returned my smile and took a seat beside me.

"JJ texted us the names of the victims favourite places to eat and hangout after interviewing the families, and guess where they were found? Right there. Maybe it was remorse, to lay them by a place they had enjoyed," Moore reported through a mouthful of honey garlic chicken.