Trying to Escape the Hunt

Untitled Part 14

"Each method of killing is completely different...." Spencer's words seemed to fade in the silence of the room. Morgan was spinning in the office chair slowly, leaning back with his hands behind his head. Spencer didn't even notice, he wasn't talking to the other agent. He was speaking to himself. Two different options. One, they were attempting to keep the police from connecting the murders or two, the unsub just hasn't found what method he liked the best.

"Is there anything I can do to help you agents?" The woman's voice caught both Spencer and Morgan's attention. It was Officer Maddison O'Connell. When they first arrived into town, she hadn't been very warm or welcoming to the feds, that is until she saw Dr. Spencer Reid.

"I think we're good." Morgan smiled at her, noticing the look of discomfort of the Dr.'s face. Officer Kelly was looking at Spencer when she reluctantly agreed and left. "You know, you're never going to get a girl if you don't respond back when one is interested in you." Morgan's amused voice made the room was little less serious, the change in mood went unnoticed by Spencer.

"I already have a girl." He said frustrated. He knew that if he knowingly out himself in a situation that could potentially give a girl, other than Addison, any idea that he was interested, Addison would cut off an ear. He wasn't sure if it would be his ear or the girl's, just that one would be removed. Derek sat up suddenly.

"Huh? You've been holding out on me?" Hotch walking into the room at that point.

"Who's been holding out on you?" Hotch questioned.

"Our boy Reid here's got a girlfriend." Morgan seemed to be having a field day. Hotch looked to be amused.

"Can we please just focus on the case?" Reid asked, turning back to the photos on the board, intending to do exactly as he said. Morgan noticed that Hotch wasn't all the surprised by the news.

"How long have you been with her?" Spencer sighed, he was still frustrated with her about everything and he had been trying to put it out of his head. He wanted to be calmer about it when he got home, especially when her family was there.

"Almost three years." He answered.

"We have another lead." Hotch said, coming to the younger agent's rescue. Morgan let it go with a chuckle and they looked over the left Garcia had faxed them of possible suspects.

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Dean waited outside the door, unsure of what his father wanted him to do. John didn't say if he was supposed to just bust on in or knock. He decided to go with the latter option, tapping his knuckles against the wood. There was a moment of silence before the sound of a baby crying bled through the door. Dean wrinkled his nose, almost backing away from the door. He wasn't the biggest fan of babies.

A few seconds later, the door opened with John behind it. Holding the screaming child. He nodded his head for Dean to come inside shutting the door behind him as he did as he was told. The apartment was small, and Dean couldn't for the life of him see a reason for John to be there and to have called him.

"What's up?" Dean turned back to his father who was trying to calm the baby down. It was a weird sight for Dean to see. "Whose baby is that?" The baby's face was bright red with thin blonde hair on top. She was wearing a dark purple onesie making Dean think it was a girl, he assumed anyway.

"This is your niece." John answered. The kids slowly stopped crying.

"Sam finally got lucky?" Dean asked, "or unlucky I guess." Dean laughed as he said it though he was still weirded out. "Why do you have her?"

"She's not Sam's." Dean was confused while he thought about it. Then I dawned on him.

"Addison?" His eyes went wide, and he froze. He tried not to think about his sister if he could help it. It only ever made him angry and upset. Sometimes she would get her way into his thoughts and he would always wonder if she was alive or not. If she found a place to live happily. All thoughts that pissed him off. He looked around the apartment again, looking for any thing that pointed to his sister being there. He couldn't find anything. "Where is she?"