Felicity

II

   The team gathered in the room for about an hour or so later. Once everyone had gathered around the table I looked at Morgan again and sure enough, he was looking at me. I glanced at him quizzically but I then stood up and I walked towards the map. I pointed at the circled areas and then I said, 

   "Okay, so we know that the unsub has dumped the bodies in the same park in different locations. So, you can assume this unsub has some sort of connection to it. And the fact that he is killing couples only might signify that they had some kind of issue with their relationship, at this very park even, and might be taking out their rage on couples they see at the park."

   I sat back down next to Morgan and I tried to keep my eyes on Hotch as he stood up and took over. 

   JJ and Blake had already posted the pictures of the crime scene and the bodies on the board, so Hotch pointed to them and said, 

   "Okay, at the crime scene the drag marks mean that the person who shot them couldn't have been strong enough to carry them. That, and how neatly the bodies were displayed shows that this unsub is probably a woman. And she, as Reid said, has some kind of personal connection to this park. Some kind of personal loss was connected there or maybe this is where she spent her childhood."

   "This particular park was established in 1982, which means that this woman is probably in her mid 20's to early 30's," I stated. 

   I glanced back at the board. I looked at the way the bodies were positioned. The women were placed on the bench in a certain way...

   "Reid, you good? What are you thinking?" Morgan asked, giving me the look again. 

   "Well, I was just noticing how the bodies were positioned on the bench." I looked at the picture for a minute longer.

   "Okay, we talked to the parents of the victims and all of them said similar things. They were good kids, they had good grades, were involved in school clubs... that sort of thing. They said that they wouldn't be the type of people to have enemies. They were well-liked at school and stuff like that." JJ said, walking into the room with Blake. 

   I knew I had to stop thinking about how much Derek had been looking at me, but it was bothering me. I was at the BAU to study the human behavior of psychos and criminals, so I wasn't stupid.  I could tell the difference between a glance and a stare. But the thing was, I had no idea how to approach Derek about it. If he was looking at me for a certain reason and he wanted me to know about it, then he would tell me. But if he didn't tell me, then that was a completely different story. 

   I rubbed my eyes again and I looked up at Hotch, who was talking to Rossi about when we would deliver the profile. I looked at my watch. It was pretty late and I was tired. I silently prayed that I wouldn't dream about Maeve again. If I kept on having nightmares it would keep me from getting sleep which would make a noticeable difference in my work. 

   "You guys have done enough work today, go get some rest. We'll be back in the morning." Hotch announced.

   I got up from the table and I slung my messenger bag over my head and onto my shoulder. I was beginning to walk out when Derek raised his voice from behind me and said, 

   "Reid, you okay?"

   "Yeah, I told you, I didn't get enough sleep last night. I probably would have told you by now if something was wrong." I replied without looking at him. 

   "Hey Reid, look at me." I turned around and looked at him. He continued, "We are staying like right across from each other, just say something if you need me, okay?"

   "Yeah, I will," I replied quickly. 

   When I got inside my hotel room I immediately sat down on the bed. These nightmares had been on my mind since we arrived in New York and it bugged me. I tried hard to focus on my work, but it seemed as if my efforts were in vain. And then there was the way Derek had been looking at me. Maybe he knows about my nightmares? I thought. That could be why he was staring at me, to try and figure out why I was acting strange. I have no idea. I fell asleep not too long later, thinking over the day. 

   My dream was different this time. I looked around for Maeve but she wasn't there. Instead, Derek was standing in front of me with his arms crossed. At first, it was only him standing there but then I saw the whole team standing behind him. Just like my previous dreams, I couldn't move or speak. I watched Derek as he slowly walked towards me with an almost angry look on his face. When he was right in front of me, he opened his mouth and said, 

   "I can't believe you lied to us. Reid, I thought I could trust you- we thought we could trust you." He shook his head. 

   Hotch then steps forward and says, "Reid, I don't ever want to see you here again."

   Why are Morgan and Hotch saying that? What is going on? What have I lied about? I tried so hard to speak but nothing came out. While I was struggling to try and talk, JJ stepped out of the group and stood in front of me. 

   "Spence... why did you do that? I always believed in you, that you were an amazing person but now... I don't even know what to say anymore." She said with her head lowered. 

   I couldn't cover my ears or anything. I had to watch. I was screaming on the inside, please, please. Listen to me! But it was no use. I was useless. 

   "Reid! Reid! Wake up!" A familiar voice was yelling. 

   I quickly sat up in bed. Where was I? What was happening? I looked up and Derek was right next to me with his hand on my arm. 

   "Reid, it's going to be alright. You were dreaming. It's okay..." He soothed.

   When was this going to stop? When was I going to be able to get through this? I started crying. I tried to look away from Derek, I didn't want him to see me like this. But, as soon as I turned my head, he put his hand on my chin and made me face him. He wiped my childish tears away and smiled softly. I bit my lip and I looked up at Derek. He must have known that something was wrong, I thought. 

   "Thank you," I said softly. 

   "I knew that you hadn't been acting the same, so I kept a close eye on you. But, while I was getting ready to go to bed, I heard you. You were talking to yourself." He explained.

   "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bother you," I said, apologetically. 

   "Kid, what are you apologizing for? It's not your fault. You had no control over this." He smiled at me. "Now, I'm gonna stay until you fall asleep, okay?"

   "You don't have-" He gave me a look and I knew it would be pointless to argue. 

   I sighed and I laid back down. 

   "Goodnight, Pretty Boy," Derek whispered right before I fell asleep.




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