Profile//Spencer Reid//Criminal Minds

Chapter Thirty

2 weeks later

Third Person's POV

Morgan sighed as he got Reid's voicemail once again. It's been two weeks since Sarah died in his arms and he hasn't talked to anyone, nor been out of the house.

Everyone was dealing with the loss of two friends. They all felt the loss of Sarah, while also the loss of Reid. They knew he would never be the same. There was Maeve before, but this was different. Sarah and Reid were soulmates, losing her was like losing the other half of himself.

Now, Spencer Reid was a man of science, he didn't understand simple things such as heartbreaks, he didn't understand how to go on without her because there was no mathematical expression that told him what to do. He was lost.

The entire team met in the conference room, preparing themselves for another case. Lately, it's only been strictly business between them; they came to work, they worked together on the case, they all went home, if it wasn't known better, you would think they weren't even friends.

"All right my friends," Garcia said, her remote in her hand. "Two years ago, 12-year old Adam Morrissey vanished on his way from school from Franklin, Virginia. At the time, he was living with his mother, who had just gone through a bitter divorce."

"I remember this," Morgan said, flipping through the pictures on his tablet. "His mother and local authorities believed he was abducted by his father and taken to Mexico."

"Yes," Garcia agreed. "And then 3 months after that, 13-year-old Jimmy Bennett went missing from Richmond, Virginia, 75 miles away. He was in foster care because both of his parents were drug addicts. He had run away once before, so police assumed that it happened again. The cases were thought to be unrelated until last night. That is when prison guards at Fletcham Correctional Center intercepted an incoming package containing the clothes both boys were last seen in. DNA samples from skin cells found on the clothing were confirmed to match the missing boys, so we know the items are authentic. And there's dried blood on the clothes."

"They were sent to Antonia Slade, a serial killer captured 15 years ago," Hotch said. "Someone's replicating her crimes, and we need to find out who."

They all went their separate ways before meeting back up at the jet. Morgan pulled out his cell phone, trying Reid one more time.

"Hey, pretty boy," he smiled into the phone. "We've got a copycat crime, we're going to see Antonia Slade, we think someone is copying her crimes, hit us back up if anything rings a bell."

He hung up before getting on the plane, not helping but noticing the two empty spots where the two lovebirds used to sit together. He sat down just as his phone started to ring again. He pulled it from his pocket and answered it, grinning at Reid's name.

He answered the phone and put it on speaker phone, everyone's face lighting up around him as Reid started to talk through the other side of the phone.

"Antonia Slade was a clinical social worker and she started this Runaway hotline in order to lure her preferred victims, young teens, to her home," Reid said. "Gideon was on that case. She lived with her long-time lover Phil Garmin, who shot himself when police arrived. They found 9 bodies-- 5 girls, 4 boys, all wrapped in plastic, encased behind the drywall of her basement. All the victims had been shot in the back of the head."

"Reid, it's so good to hear your voice." JJ said softly, leaning closer to the phone.

"Ask her more personal questions, she's more likely to make you let down your guard before attacking your ego," Reid said. "She'll eventually give you something."