Bitter Sweet

Chapter four ~ The Station

Anyone can become angry-that is easy, but to be angry with the right person and to the right degree and at the right time and for the right purpose, and in that right way-that is not within everybodies power and is not easy" -Aristotle

The police station was small, and the room they got to work in felt even smaller. Reid shuddered as he placed his satchel on a chair, still not looking forward to the idea of being on lockdown. The rest of the team spread out, talking to police officers before setting out on their own. The small room held everything Reid needed; a grid map of the town, and boxes of files about the locals. Though the thought of being stuck here made him want to scream, he couldn't. He came back to show Hotch that he can work, that he's still himself, and that's what he's here to do.

Reid walked up to the whiteboard which was clipped with two pictures of the missing children. He frowned as he looked at the two photos, the kids had bright looks in their eyes and had large smiles plastered on their face. A gruesome change of what they're probably feeling now.

“We'll find them,” Spencer jumped at the sudden voice, he turned around to see Morgans tall frame with a sympathetic look. Though Morgan's face softened, he could feel his dark eyes pierce right through him. He gave him a weak ‘yeah’ before quickly turning back around. The agent tried to start to analyze the pictures, though he could still feel Morgan's presence linger behind him, till he heard the dreaded question, “You feelin’ alright kid?” he asked. Spencer felt another tick of annoyance bite him before going,

“There's one thing I don't understand,” he stated staring at the photos, disregarding Morgan's question.

“Yeah? And whats that?” He asked taking a closer step to the board.

“Why a boy this time? They're statistically less likely to be abducted especially at the age of twelve,” he expressed frustrated, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Maybe the UnSub knew the victim?” Morgan suggested,

“Yeah, maybe...”

“Honestly Reid, how do feel about this?” he asked, turning to him.

He sighed looking down before wiping his hands over his face, "I feel so claustrophobic,”

   He said, shaking his head. He felt embarrassed by how much it bothered him. They've been put into worse, and a small room was driving him insane.

“It's okay kid, I get it if I were you I wouldn’t want to be in here too.” He replied, placing a hand on his shoulder making Reid take a step back so Morgan's hand would fall. The young doctor let out a grunt as he felt the pressure behind his eyes intense, he rubbed his eyes as he quickly walked to the light switch, so the only light shined through the windows.

Why are all the lights so bright?

Reid thought as he continued to rub his eyes, he turned back around to see Morgan with his arms crossed, and his head tilt.

“I'm having really bad tension headaches,” Spencer explained casually as he walked over to his satchel, and pulling out his ibuprofen.

“That all?” Morgan asked, his voice not convinced.

“Yeah.” He replied, sounding as confident as he could as he swallowed a few pills. Morgan nodded still not believing a word, “Where's everybody else?” he asked, trying to move from the topic. His friend stayed silent, staring at Reid before finally answering,

“JJ’s grabbing some papers Garcia just faxed, the rest of us are about to leave.” He answered. Reid sighed before standing up,

“I should get started on the grid map,” he began, “I'll see if there's a pattern between the abduction sites and each victim’s home.” He started to pull out markers from his bag before moving to the board. He tried to focus on the grid; making lines connect to small dots across the board, estimating distances and more theories. Though Morgan hasn't left yet, he was still standing there watching him, almost like he was waiting for him to mess up.