The Chase (Criminal Minds)

The Reid Joke

"This town doesn't look like the

type of place to have a serial killer

wandering the streets."

Morgan said, opening the door of the black SUV and hopping out.

"Statistically speaking,"

Reid interjected, challenging Morgan's opinion,

"In the United States, about 6 percent, or 1 in 17, people ages 15 to 44, suffer from a mental illness, which means approximately each state's population is made up of 0.11764706-"

"Okay Reid, I get it!"

Morgan interrupted, warning him that he was pushing it.

Fortunately, Reid got the hint and simply replied with, "sorry."

Morgan and Reid walked in silence as they headed towards the antique store.

Ducking under the Police tape, they walked the perimeter of the land, seeing if anything was out of place or unusual.

Nothing.

They walked around to the front of the building and went inside.

"Agents Reid and Morgan?" Asked a tall, built man in a sheriff's uniform.

"Yes?" Morgan answered for them both.

"I'm Tim Blakeson, one of the local Brunswick Sheriffs,"

He said, introducing himself,

"I was sent by the Maryland Police Department to assist you in your case. If you have any questions about the area or anything else, don't hesitate to ask."

He concluded. He held out his hand and Morgan shook it firmly, while Reid took a step back and waved.

Morgan turned his head and looked towards the stairs.

"Has anything been moved since they found the body?" He asked.

Blakeson looked down at his jacket pocket and pulled out a small notebook. He flipped it open, scanning the pages, quickly, and replied,

"Nope. We were specifically told by one of your agents to leave everything as is. I believe her name was Jennifer Jareau."

Morgan figured as much and nodded, approvingly, as he headed up the old, wooden stairs, which creaked with every footstep.

"Sounds like you need to lose some weight,"

Reid joked as he followed Morgan up to the second floor.

Morgan stopped, mid-climb, and turned to face him.

"Pretty Boy, did you just make a joke that didn't involve that bulbous brain of yours?!"

Morgan laughed, clearly shocked.

Reid broke eye contact with him and stared at his converses, embarrassed.

"...I guess I did."

He, too, was shocked by his outburst.

Maybe he was finally on the road to being normal.

They continued upstairs, where they entered a bedroom. It most likely belonged to Venae. Morgan walked over to the bed that was located in the corner of the room, which was neatly made. He opened up the vintage drawer that was next to it.

Empty.

"Either our victim moved out at some point, or the unsub took all her personal belongings with him,"

Morgan observed, as he searched the rest of the room.

Reid went to investigate the bathroom. He looked inside all the drawers and cabinets. It wasn't until he looked in the medicine cabinet above the sink that he found something.

He took one of the pill bottles from the cabinet shelf and turned it in his hands. "Hey, Morgan," He yelled, summoning him,

"I think I've got something."

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A/N: Sorry this story's taking a little long to get started...working on it, dont worry! :)

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