Fibonacci

New Case; New Intern

4 Days Earlier

Reid's Point of View

A new case and a new intern. New was not by any means in my vast vocabulary, but I trust my team; Hotch wouldn't do anything to harm the team's ability to, as Garcia so simply puts it, "Kicking criminal butt." Our new case won't be too difficult as we are staying in Virginia, but added pressure comes with having an intern around.

We were all drinking coffee, waiting for JJ and Hotch to call us to the conference room. As Morgan, Prentiss, and I were sipping our cups full of the life force of FBI agents, a frazzled young man rushes into the room and stands before us. His appearance struck me as a bit odd; short and skinny, wearing black dress shorts and a purple and bright green striped button up shirt paired with a black bow tie and black dress shoes, much like mine actually; I would guess him to be around twenty years old, his dark hair is swooped up in the front.

"H-Hello. My name is Jay Stevenson. I-I, um, I'm here as the new intern for the..", He pauses and looks down at a manila folder before continuing, "..uh...the Behavioral Analysis Unit...team. Do you think you guys could point me towards where they meet?"

Morgan chuckled next to me and responded, grinning, "Slow down, Jay. You found us. I'm Derek Morgan, this is Emily Prentiss, and this is Doctor Spencer Reid. We are three of the agents from the Behavioral Analysis Unit team."

Jay's facial expression went from almost devious-like, to confused as he asked, "Wait, Doctor Spencer Reid? I thought you were an agent. Are you here from the hospital or something."

Morgan chuckled once more. I grinned and explained my academic dilemma, "I'm not that kind of doctor. I have PhDs in Mathematics, Chemistry, and Engineering; thus qualifying me as a doctor, but not that kind of doctor."

Jay nodded in understanding, somewhat, but before he could ask us anymore questions, Hotch calls, "Come on everybody. Conference room, now." Morgan, Emily, Jay, and I made our way into the conference room and shut the door. We all took our seats, except for Jay who stood behind us all with a notepad and pen ready in his hands.

Hotch began, "To begin, this is Jay Stevenson, our new intern. He will be observing mostly, watching what we do," he paused as JJ and Rossi were properly acquainted with Jay before moving on to the case, "Garcia is busy working at the moment, so bear with me. Our unsub is targeting people here in Quantico, Virginia. So far, five bodies have been found. None have been identified, except for a Daniel Pacella and a Joey Gadea." Hotch then put up five pictures of young men, all tall, skinny, brunettes. I would place them around my age maybe.

My thoughts then roamed to the worst realization; all of these men resembled me, almost perfectly. I could feel my team and Jay, especially Morgan, staring my way. Desperate to change their focus, I blurt out, "Well, our unsub ob-obviously has a type. We should start building a profile. Hotch, what were their wounds?" I instantly mentally punched myself for my nervous tone and stuttering. But none the less, Hotch answered my question after giving me a look I couldn't explain because...well....Hotch.

"Alright. They all were found with harsh lacerations on their wrists and barely noticeable ones on their ankles. They all had varying cuts all over their body. But this is where I got confused. They were each stabbed different numbers of times on their stomachs. The numbers were gradually increasing." Hotch finished speaking for a moment.

The stab numbers could have a pattern to reveal something, anything about our unsub, but before I could ask the numbers, Hotch ordered, "Okay, JJ and Prentiss I want you at our latest crime scene. Rossi, you and I will talk to the victims' families, see if we can come up with anything. Morgan and Reid, I want you two to stay here with Jay and Garcia and work on the profile from here. Go." Everyone instantly scrambled away, leaving me, Jay, and Morgan.

I instantly start thinking, "Okay, I need to ask Garcia something, I'll be right back."

Before I can leave, Jay calls, "Wait, Spencer! What is an unsub?"

I grin and answer, "It stands for Unidentified Subject." With that I leave the room and make my way to Garcia's office.