Felicity

XI

Morgan's Pov

   I had noticed Reid's glances at me since we boarded the plane. He looked as if he was nervous and he wanted me to notice him. He was chewing at his lip, which made me a bit worried about him. Something was going on in that big brain of his and I wanted to know what. I continued to think about what was going on with him while Hotch was talking. I couldn't seem to focus on him when Reid wasn't either. I had to ask him about it later. I could tell, just by looking at him, that this was eating away at him. Whatever the hell "it" was. I sighed and took a glance out the window. We would be landing soon. 

   I looked back at Hotch, who was giving out our jobs. 

   "Derek and Reid, talk to the victim's parents at the station and the rest of us will check out the crime scene," He said, looking at each one of us and making sure we were paying attention. 

   I nodded my head and looked back over at Reid. He seemed to have calmed down a bit after a couple of seconds. I knew that I had to talk to him whenever I could. Even though he seemed a lot better than a couple of weeks ago, lately he seemed pretty stressed about something. I could tell that it wasn't Meave, he seemed upset in a different way than grieving. I couldn't completely understand why he wouldn't take time off. He is clearly struggling and I know I'm not the only one who has noticed, I thought. But, he does want to be here with all of us. He did make that very clear. I smiled to myself. 

First victim's home

   We arrived at the first victim's house in a sort of silence. I hadn't said anything on the way to their house. I was still a bit lost on why Reid was so upset and I didn't want to ask if all I got back was silence. So, I decided that I would figure at least part of it out before I talked to him about it. And right now the only thing I had to work off of was that it wasn't about Maeve. 

   We knocked on the door and when the couple answered, we showed our badges. 

   "Mr. and Mrs. Terrence? We are from the FBI and we want to ask you a couple of questions," I said, as soon as they opened the door. 

    The wife looked at her husband and then they motioned for us to come in. After they sat down next to each other, I started talking. 

   "I'm really sorry for your loss, I have no idea what you must be going through. But, if you want us to catch this guy, we want to know as much as we can about your son. Okay?"

   "Okay," They both responded with choked up voices. 

   I nodded my head and looked at Reid for a moment. He seemed to be paying attention but he was obviously out of it. I looked back at the couple and I asked, 

   "So, was it typical for your son to go out late on weekends?"

   The father spoke up and said, "He liked to be in bed at a certain time every night during the week but on weekends he would stay out later. He would always go to bed after us so we had no idea that anything happened."

   "Okay. As far as you knew, did Randy have a girlfriend or someone he was seeing?" I continued.  

   The mother looked at her husband quickly and then smiled a bit. 

   "Oh no, he worked hard in school and he always said that he was too busy to date. No matter how hard we might have pushed, he told us that he wanted to wait until school was over," she said. 

   "Do you know of anyone who didn't like Randy or was there a particular teacher that something is off about?" I asked. 

   "Oh, no. As I said, Randy felt that school was his top priority so there was never time for him or others to worry about not liking him. And Randy loved all of his teachers," The mother replied again.

   I noticed that the father seemed quiet and I studied him for a moment. He was close to his wife but he didn't want to talk. He was most likely closer to his son than his wife, he was more upset about his death than she was. I looked back and I then said, 

   "Okay, last question. How was his behavior in the past few weeks? Was he different? More stressed maybe, or did something happen at school or at home?"

   This was when they both seemed done with the interview. I could tell that nothing particular had happened, but they wanted it to be over. Mrs. Terrence clung to her husband and teared up. After a minute, she cleared her throat and said, 

   "No, he seemed normal. I just want to know why something like this would happen to such a good kid. He has never done anything bad."

   She started to cry into her husband's shoulder and I looked over at Reid. He had been quiet the whole time. When I looked his way I realized he was looking all around at the house. He didn't move but he was clearly studying the house. 

   "Um, do you mind if we take a look in Randy's room? We just want to know more about him to get a psychological profile on this guy," Reid said, all of the sudden. 

   "Uh, sure. It's through here," Mrs. Terrence said getting up and showing the way. 

   I knew Reid was onto something. He must have seen something in the living room that led him to something. I followed them into Randy's room. It was neat and everything was in place. No one slept in the bed for a couple of days and it seemed to be made. As soon as we entered the room, Reid immediately looked through the books. He knew exactly what he was looking for. I turned to look at the parents who seemed to be uncomfortable in their son's room. 

   "Do you mind if we leave? You can take your time," Mr. Terrence said as he turned to leave with his wife. 

   I looked back at Reid and said, 

   "What is it?"

   "Did you see the way the mother looked at her husband when you asked about dating someone?" He asked, still shuffling through papers and books. 

   "Yes," I replied, not exactly sure where he was going with that. 

   "The father didn't speak. It would have seemed as if he was too choked up to, but I think there was something about his son that he knew that could possibly put him on a number of people's hitlist. His death might have only been partly a shock to him because of that thing. While Randy may not have been bullied, his father may have."

   "You're saying-"

   "Here!" Reid exclaimed, pulling out a book. 

   He walked over to me and showed me the book he had picked up. I shook my head when I saw it. 

   "This must have been what his father was hiding," I said, getting it. "Randy was gay."

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