Little Miss Reid// Spencer Reid

Chapter One[EDITING]

E M O R Y

"I want Morgan and Gideon to head to the Lix's and then the Homes'. I'll go with Elle to talk to the Lewis' and the Merrill's and I want JJ to head to the station and set up, and Reid, and Mini Morgan to head to the crime scene." Hotch told us all as we filed out of the jet and into the vans that were waiting. Reid lead me to our van and we got in, immediately heading to the scene.

"All of the girls were found in the same alleyway, correct?" I asked him, buckling the seatbelt.

"Ah, yes. Same spot in the alleyway yet there is no sign of the actual murder happening there." He informed me, taking a sharp turn. I squealed and held onto the side of the door. Spencer laughed at me and shook his head with amusement.

"Well," I huffed, sitting back in my seat, "we should check around the alleyway. There's normally lots of doors to lead into different places where he could've actually killed the girls."

We arrived at the crime scene and walked into the alleyway where the girls were killed.

"I'll be right back," I said, walking down the concrete and to the dumpster that sat oddly in the middle of the alley. The lid was wide open but nothing was in the dumpster. I flipped it shut and the top of a door peeked out from the top of the dumpster.

"Reid! Help me move this." He came jogging over to me and to the other side, pulling hard on the dumpster. I pushed as hard as I could until the door was revealed. Reid got in front of me and pulled out his gun, twisting the knob on the door and opening it. It was a small room with nobody there. In the corner was a huge box of bags, ones he used to suffocate the girls with. On the walls were plenty of pictures of girls and four of them were our victims.

"Reid- look." Under the victims that had already been killed were their ages and they were placed separately from the rest in the order he killed them in.

"Caroline, twenty two, then he killed Jane, twenty six, then Margaret, thirty and Molly, thirty four." I told him.

"By age." He spoke quietly, flipping out his phone and dialing a number then putting the phone on speaker, "Garcia I'm going to send you two photos I need the name, age, and address." Garcia muttered something and Reid sent her the two pictures placed below the victims on the board.

"Got it, girl number one is Madelaine Ron, thirty eight, retired prostitute and she lives on 473 Rosalie Lane. Number two is Diana Lee, forty two, also a retired prostitute and lives on 268 Kaycee Drive." Garcia fed the information to us. They still are four years apart. Madelaine is his next victim.

"Thanks Garcia." He hung up and immediately called Hotchner, "Hotch, we know who the next victim is. Go to 473 Rosalie Lane immediately and we'll meet you there and explain everything."

We got there and explained. Made a plan with Madelaine. She was going to carry on her life. We parked the vans a couple of blocks away and were in Madelaine's house. We came to the conclusion that all of his victims are homeless, but that was a simple coincidence. Madelaine was going to take out the trash when we told her and hopefully he'd strike then. We'd go out and catch our monster.

"Madelaine get ready. I see a car pulling over a couple houses down." Uncle Derek spoke to Madelaine and she simply nodded, scared out of her mind, "Go." He ordered. She took her trash bag out and walked out of her house slowly. She made her way to the trashcan and the man in the car started to get out of his fan. He held what looked like zip ties in his hand and tucked them into his pocket as he walked towards Madelaine.

"Wait," Gideon whispered as we continued watching him. He got to Madelaine and started conversation with her. Then, he struck. He grabbed her arms and began to pull out the zip ties but our team was already out of the house.

"FBI, let go of her and put your hands where we can see them!" Hotch yelled, scaring the man.

We took him to the station and it turns out his name was Martin Roodey and his mother was a prostitute  which cheated on his father multiple times.

"Good work, Mini Morgan." Elle smiled at me as we all sat on the net, heading home.

"Thanks." I smiled softly.

"Emory? How would you feel about working here permanently?" Gideon asked me. I widened my eyes and my jaw was left gaping.

"Seriously?" He nodded.

"That would be wonderful." I smiled happily.

"Welcome to the team, Agent Emory Morgan." He smiled at me and I returned the favor.

"Good job, little nut." Uncle Derek ruffled my hair and sat next to me. I leaned my head onto his shoulder and smiled up at him.

"Thanks Uncle Derek." I yawned and slowly drifted to sleep on his shoulder.

When I woke up I was in bed in an unfamiliar room. Elle's house. The smell of pancakes filled the air and immediately woke me up. I hopped out of bed and rubbed my eyes, walking out of the room.

In the dining room was Spencer, Elle, JJ, Uncle Derek, and Penelope sitting around a plate of pancakes all laughing and talking.

"Morning sleepyhead, saved you a seat." Uncle Derek smiled at me, patting the seat in between him and Spencer. I waved to everyone and sat down, piling pancakes onto my plate.

"How does it feel being in the FBI?" Spencer asked me as I shoved a forkful of breaded goodness into my mouth. I chewed and swallowed, taking a breath before I responded.

"Normal, to be honest." I told him honestly, taking another bite of my pancakes. His eyes gleamed and I noticed he wasn't wearing his glasses, "How can you see?" I asked him, waving my hand in front of his eyes.

"Well, first off, they're reading glasses that I wear. Second off, it's a proven fact that even though people wear glasses because they can't see, they can technically still see things just more blurry and less obvious than we do." Him and his dumb facts.

"Gotcha."