Wrong Number

Chapter 2

~Spencer~

We've been working on a case for the past three days and I've been getting phone calls from these news reporters since yesterday. I don't know what's going on but my phone keeps ringing like every two minutes.

It's really annoying and I don't know how they got my number. They keep trying to ask me questions about the case.

The next day, me, Hotch, Rossi and Morgan went into the conference room to discuss the case. Yesterday I discovered something new about the UnSub.

"This UnSub doesn't feel pain. There's a medical condition called "pain asymbolia," where patients register harmful stimuli without being bothered by it." I started explainning to Hotch, Rossi and Morgan.

"They've been documented holding their hand over an open flame because their brain doesn't send pain signals to the central nervous system." I continued.

"Sounds pretty rare. You sure the UnSub has it?" Rossi asked.

"The crime seen proves it. This UnSub displayed an unsual level of savagery towards his victims. And consider this," I pointed to the photos from the crime scene, "he smashed through a glass display case, but there were no cuts on Jerry. That means he most likey punched through it, as a show of force."

"Now, the only way the human body could withstand that level of pain is if he couldn't feel it at all." I said.

"It must take a major toll on someone's emotional development." Rossi said. My phone started ringing again. This was seriously starting to annoy me.

I took my phone out of my pocket and declined the call.

"A significant contributor to our sense of empathy is the way we personally experience pain." Morgan said.

"And the UnSub didn't develop his sense of empathy because it was cut off." Hotch added. "Does every person with asymbolia have this?" Hotch asked me.

"Actually, most feel empathy just fine, which makes me think the rest of our profile is still accurate. Loner, invisible, outcast, boiling rage-" my phone started ringing again and I snapped, "son of a bitch! Hi, this is Dr. Spencer Reid. I actually can come to the phone right now with a very special message that your mother is a-" I was cut off by the person on the other end.

"Sorry. Wrong number." A female voice said.

I panicked and realized it was just some innocent girl who had dialed the wrong number. I was about to apologize but before I could, she hung up.

"Reid?" Hotch said, staring at me with anger in his eyes.

"Sorry. I'm really sorry. I don't know what got into me." I turned my phone off and put it back in my pocket. "Where were we?" I asked.

"I'm gonna have Garcia check medical records. What causes asymbolia?" Hotch asked me.

I looked over at Morgan and saw him grinning at me. Then I immediatley knew he was up to something.

"Uh..." I got distracted by Morgan. "Severe trauma produces lesions in the insular cortex, usually after a stroke. But this UnSub's so young, it's usually caused by an external factor." I said then looked back over at Morgan. He definitley had something to do with these phone calls.

"Like a bomb going off next to him?" Rossi asked.

"Yeah, like a bomb going off next to him." I said, still looking at Morgan. Morgan looked up and grinned at me again. I glared at him as Hotch walked out of the room.

"I will crush you." I said as I gathered up the crime scene photos. "What?" Morgan said, pretending not to know what I was talking about. "What?" I repeated back to him. I took the photos and followed Hotch.

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Me and the team were on the jet, on our way home. I was so ready to get Morgan back.

I was sitting in a seat across from the seat Morgan was sitting in, pretending to sleep. I opened my eyes slightly so that I could see Morgan and watched him put his headphones on.

A minute later, Morgan quickly ripped his headphones off and glared at me. I started smiling. I could hear the screaming I recorded on Morgan's phone.

"Okay, kid, that was cute. Is that all you got?" Morgan asked.

Morgan's phone rang, there was part two of my payback.

"Hey, baby girl-" Morgan answered his phone, thinking it was Garcia. He got interrupted by more of my screaming I recorded.

I opened my eyes and started laughing.

"Alright, Reid, it's on. Just know that paybacks are a bitch." Morgan said.

"Yeah." I said then stopped laughing, remembering the phone call from earlier.

"So, uh, remember earlier when I answered my phone and started yelling because of how mad I was?" I asked Morgan.

"Yeah, I remember." Morgan said, starting to laugh.

"Well, the person who called, wasn't a news reporter." I said.

"What? So who was it then?" Morgan asked.

"I don't know. It was a girl. And when she said she had the wrong number I felt bad and was about to apologize, but then she hung up and I couldn't." I explained.

"Well, why don't you call her back. You have her number in your phone since she called you." Morgan said.

"I don't know, Morgan. That would be really weird." I said, trying to decide if I should call back or not.

"It's up to you, kid. But I think you should. She could be cute." Morgan said, laughing again.

"She could be anyone, Morgan."

Morgan just laughed then leaned back in his seat, shutting his eyes.

I sighed then laid back against my seat. I stared at my phone for awhile then shut my eyes. Maybe I'll call her tomorrow. Maybe...