Fibonacci

A Whole New Issue

Reid's Point of View

We rode in silence for a while. Morgan was driving with me riding shotgun and Emily in the backseat. Finally, Morgan broke the silence, but not with something I was expecting to hear, "Did you notice how wierd Jay was acting?" I did notice he was a bit off, but nothing too strange. Morgan must have noticed my look of interest as he continued, "During the whole time he was here so far, he only wrote in his notepad after something was said about you, kid. It seemed like he was taking a whole fucking lot of notes on you and none about the case. And, when we were done giving the profile, he was gone. Doesn't that strike you as a little strange?"

I thought about what to say, then responded with, "He was acting a bit peculiar. Maybe it was a first day kind of thing?" I felt I had answered well, but I could see in my best freind's eyes I had not satisfyed him.

Morgan continued, "Not to mention, we get this kid who I'm sure is up to no good at the same time we get a case with victims that look just like you, Reid."

In my heart, I felt happy that Morgan was worried and  had my back, but in my head, I was upset and felt like I was being treated like a kid. I responded, trying to appease him, "Okay, I see your point. I'm sure I'll be fine I can take care of myself, though, Morgan," I paused to see his reaction, and when I saw he was not happy with my response, I finished, "Fine. If you are really that worried, I will stick with you when we are looking around the crime scene, okay?" That seemed to make Morgan feel slightly less worried. I am happy now though because we would not be arguing while we should we focusing on the case. I still couldn't let go of the fact that Jay had in fact left the room during the profile. I wonder why?

Morgan finally pulled off the road at the crime scene. We all stepped out of the car. Immediately, Emily points out, "Well, the woods is a common dump sight. Secluded with no traffic cameras." I noticed this as well, but that arised a new question.

"I wonder what made him change to a part of the woods closer to town? This would put the unsub in a place where he is more likely to get caught." I thought out loud.

Morgan responded, "Well, maybe he wanted the two latest bodies to be found quicker? Either that or he wanted them out of his hair quick, which would mean he lives close to town."

"Unless, of course, they have a secondary location where they keep victims." I add.

We all stood in silence looking around the crime scene before us, when Emily spoke up and broke the silence, "Okay, I'll check out over here, where the body was found. You guys look over there, those bushes have dried blood on them. Maybe you could find something." Nobody protested and we split up and looked around for clues.

Morgan and I walked towards the patch of bushes, and Morgan's phone rang, just as I spotted something a little deeper into the woods, not four feet from where I was standing. I looked towards Morgan and realized it was Garcia on the other line. "A dark green truck? Okay. You are magic, Baby Girl." I whispered to Morgan I would be right back, but he protested. He violently shook his head as Garcia continued speaking. I placed my hand on his shoulder and quietly assured him I would be fine. Before he had a chance to protest once more, I turned and walked into the forest.

It was eerily quiet and smelled of dried blood and pine trees; an aroma that I have unfortunately smelled many times before. I walked towards the thing I thought I saw, but when I came up to the patch of sunlight, I noticed there was nothing there except for a pinecone. I frowned and turned to head back to Morgan before he had a panic attack, but before I could, I felt something metal collide with the back of my head; then the whole world turned black.

Morgan's Point of View

"How are my boys and my girl doing out there?" Garcia asked me. I answered her question, but in reality I was focused on the spot where Reid assured me he would  be right back, but still isn't after about seven minutes.

"We are all doing fine, I think. I got to go, Baby Girl." I blurted out before closing the small flip phone and putting it in my pocket. I took of in a jog towards where the kid was going, but I came to an empty  patch of sunlight, and I did not like what I saw. The sun shined onto a note covered in blood. I cautiously picked up the wrinkled piece of paper, and read it in my head, "Dear FBI agents, your genius is now in our clutches. You will soon know how to get him back; your strange tech analyst will receive our forms of communication. Don't worry, you'll see the boy soon." I shoved the note in my pocket and ran back towards the cars to find Emily leaning against one waiting for me.

She asked, sarcastically, "What took you guys so long? I thought I would have to drag your asses back to the cars." She stopped when she saw the absence of Reid and the look of major anger on my face. She asked, "Where's Reid?"

I responded, "This should answer all your questions." I shoved the note from my pocket into Emily's hands. As she read the note as we were driving back my mind thought of the worst scenarios. My heart broke and I clenched the steering wheel in my hands.

Emily placed the note into her own pocket and turned to me from the passenger seat. "I...I...we have to get back...right now... step on it!" She ordered. I thought she would never ask. I sped towards the BAU office. Images of Reid in pain in my head. If we found him hurt, I would never forgive myself, and I would fucking murder our unsub.