FREAKING OUT ² ➢ spencer reid

VIII

After getting back from the station I pretty much ate dinner, did some packing, and went to bed. In the morning, I woke up to my alarm blaring. I groaned, throwing my hand overtop of the screen to silence it. Groggily I sat up, wiping my eyes as I got up to get ready. I gathered up my clothes and snuck into the bedroom, which was thankfully empty. Letting out a sigh I went to the bathroom to get ready. I did my usual routine pretty quick while I listened to some music. As I filled in my brows my phone started ringing. I let out a heavy breath, grabbing the phone off the counter. "Hello?"

"Ah, Riff-Riff, hello."

"Cooper," I glanced at my face in the mirror, giving my eyebrows a quick once over before continuing to fill in the left one.

"We got two more bodies. Hotchner's riding my ass to get the autopsies done so I'm gonna need you to come in now."

I closed my eyes, biting my lip. Two bodies in one day definitely indicated a devolving killer, which was very bad. "Uh, for sure. I'm pretty much ready anyway."

"Good. I'll see you soon." He hung up, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I swallowed hard, trying to ignore them as I finished up my makeup and tied my hair back. I adjusted the button up shirt I was wearing, giving the mirror one last look before deciding that my appearance probably didn't matter much and heading out.

I got to work pretty quickly. I sped through the front doors and walked across the main floor toward's the examiners entrance. I pushed through the doors and sprinted to Cooper's office, which was empty. I sighed and moved next door, opening it up silently to see Cooper standing over one of the bodies. His arms were crossed over his chest, staring down curiously. When he noticed I arrived, he looked up, a small smile spread across his normally agitated face. "Took you long enough," he mumbled.

I rolled my eyes. "I basically ran here. What more do you want?" I wandered over to the hanger, swapping my bag out for lab coat. As I put it on I heard Cooper walking behind me.

"Do you not have a car?"

I grabbed a pair of gloves, quickly sliding them on before walking to his side and sighing. "I live like fifteen minutes away. I don't need one."

"Are you one of those carbon footprint hippies?"

I snorted, giving him a weird look. "No, I just don't feel like I need to waste my money on a car." I retorted.

"Whatever," he sighed, "enough chit chat." He adjusted the gloves on his fingers and pulled down the sheet on the body to the left. "This is Riley Young," he moved over to the second body, doing the same, "and Trisha Carson."

I looked over both of their bodies carefully. Riley was young, just like the girl from the alleyway with dark hair and pale skin. She had similar bruising, as well as the same ligature marks around her limbs, along with a black eye. Trisha however, was the opposite. She was blonde with tan skin and different markings, none of which indicated that she was tied down. However, unlike Riley she had a couple of bruises near her thighs.

"These look like two different victims," I mumbled to myself.

"Well they are," Cooper responded, sounding slightly confused.

"No," I shook my head, "I mean it looks like they've been killed by two different people. See Riley's body," I pointed, "she basically matches the Jane Doe from the alleyway to a tee, while Trisha," I moved my hand to her, "looks like the other two you told me about."

Cooper narrowed his eyes and took a couple of steps away so that he was standing at their feet. He looked at both of them curiously, his eyes dancing between the bodies until eventually he blinked and raised his brows in surprised. "As much as I hate being upstaged in my own house I think you're probably right."