Front Lines| Spencer Reid + Anne Grey

eight

"You must be Dr. Reid?" a tentative voice asks. It seems to belong to a short woman with dark hair, wearing deep blue scrubs and holding a clipboard.

Spencer gives a small grin, silent validation. "Mhm."

"I'm Dr. Mayfield," she informs. This was normally the place in which she would offer a handshake, but the nitrile gloves on her hands cause her to resist.

Not seeming to mind at all, Spencer responds, "It's nice to meet you."

"You too," Mayfield says, gesturing towards the man and beginning to walk down a hallway. "I don't know if I need to warn you, but the bodies are pretty mangled."

He doesn't seem surprised by the remark, answering, "I've seen a few of the crime scene photos. I imagine it to be quite gruesome, yeah?"

"Uh huh. I mean, it's interesting, because we never get anything like this, but it's also kinda crazy that there's someone walking around our city that's capable of this."

Reid considers reminding her that anyone is capable, but keeps himself from saying such, as it didn't seem very personable."You have all four of the bodies here, correct?"

"That's right. I've been poking at them ever since I got the first one, but they're still pretty intact. I figured I wouldn't be the only one who'd have to look at them." She unlocks a door, swinging it open and walking in."The families of the first two victims have been pushing for the bodies, since they want to get the funerals done with."

Spencer comes in after her, observing four seperate tables, all of which had a body on them, individually covered with white sheets. All he could see were each victim's feet, and the blonde hair peeking out from every sheet.

Dr. Mayfield begins to pull back the sheets on each body, while Reid says, "Try to stall a little further, and if you can't, just don't let them see the body. I'm not sure how we're going to address the M.O. yet."

She nods, replying, "You got it." The woman holds out a pair of gloves, prompting Spencer to take them.

Taking them, he questions,"This is the exact condition they were in? No clothing?" He approaches one of the tables, squinting at the body in front of him.

"You said you saw the crime scene photos, did you not?" she asks, giving Spencer an odd glance.

"Yes, but the photos were all angled as to not show anything," he explains, taking her tone as a confirmation to his question. "I would guess for the sake of the victim's privacy, in case they ended up on the internet."

She catches on, stating,"Yeah, no clothes."

Beginning to prod at one of the victim's eye sockets, he continues with questions. "And law enforcement didn't remove any objects from the body? Everything that was on the scene is right here?"

"Uh huh," she responds, sounding bland, yet baffled.

"I have a theory on how he was able to get the victims' fingers in their eye sockets," Reid explains,"Speaking of which, were you able to tell when he did that?"

"The eye wounds were a few hours antimortem." Dr. Mayfield seems quite disgusted as she adds,"The last thing your guy did was cut the throat, everything else happened before."

Spencer raises his eyebrows, a bit surprised. He would have figured it was a display measure, not a method of additional torture. "Can I get a, uh...pair of tweezers?"

"Uh huh, sure." Handing him the tweezers, she is fairly sure of what he is about to do.

Reid squats down slightly, getting himself eye level with the exam table. He uses the tweezers to slowly remove the finger from the victim's left eye, trying to find something significant.