More than a criminal mind.

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Reid's POV
"Garcia, find out who's in these photos and get me an address and phone number. She's in danger." Hotch shouted. As I studied the numerous photos my stomach turned and I was suddenly scared for this girl.
"Her name is Ophelia Richards located..." as Garcia rambled off her location and phone number I jumped at the thought of this woman being brutally murdered. "Alright Reid and Morgan you find the girl and bring her back to the department." Morgan and I ran out of the house and got into the car. Prentice drove quickly to the girls address and we jumped out running to the door and knocking loudly.
"Ophelia Richards! FBI!" Morgan yelled. The door opened slightly and a girl peered out. "Ophelia?" Morgan asked. "No I'm her roommate. Can I help you?" " where is ophelia?" I asked. "She's at work. May I ask why the Fbi is searching for my friend?" "I'm sorry ma'am but we can't divulge that information. Where does Ophelia work?" I asked. "She works at Downtown Play " "thank you!" I said and ran to the car with morgan trailing close behind. " you might not want to flash those badges and guns down there." She yelled after us. I almost stopped and asked why but we didn't have time so I shrugged it off.

Ophelia's POV
"Ophelia you're almost up! I will not stand for another late dance!" Sheila yelled out as all the girls rushed to get their costumes on. I clasped the buckle on my heels and stood shivering a bit "Sheila! It'a too fucking cold in here!" I yelled as I walked to the backstage stairs. Sheila walked up behind me and I turned to her. "Agh what I would give to have your body ." She eyed me up and down. My costume for this next dance was a black lace two piece with a garter belt and multiple chains attached throughout the outfit and to a choker. I threw on the black silk robe that Sheila handed to me. "How often do I tell you that you are my greatest endeavor?" Sheila asked putting her hands on my shoulder. Her slightly wrinkled eyes squinting with a admiring smile. "Everyday Sheila." I assure. She leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. "Now go knock them out." She said with a slight squeeze to my shoulders. "Go get em girl" Rachel said to me as she walked down the stairs grabbing the freshly earned dollar bills from her underwear. I chuckled and took a deep breath. I began to walk up the stairs. "Ophelia Richards?" I heard a voice call out. "I'm sorry I'm going on the stage. I'll see you when my dance is over." I said assuming it was client. "Ms. Richards I'm Derrick Morgan and this is Dr. Spencer Reid. We are with the behavioral analysis unit of the FBI." I turned and looked at him seeing his badge held in front of me. My immediate thought was what the fuck does the fbi want with me but that thought was cut short when I looked into the face of his fellow agent. He was staring at me with wide eyes and I couldn't help but smile. He was... hot but not in like a ruggedly handsome way, more like a tameable dreamy kind of way. I smiled and imagined how innocent he is. " well I'm definitely curious why you are looking for me but I have one final dance this evening and I can't miss my cue so please wait until I'm done." I said not taking my eyes off of him. "Besides there's some front row seating left if you'd like to watch." I teased stepping closer to him and grabbing his tie. Winking I stepped away and walked into the stage.

Reid's POV
as we walked into the establishment known as Downtown Play I immediately knew this was going to be an interesting experience. We showed our badges at the door and asked where to find Ophelia. A big bouncer smiled and chuckled pointing to a door near the stage. there was a girl finishing up her dance as we made our way to the back of the building. "I wish we were here under different circumstances." Morgan said chuckling as he watched the show. We walked through the door and showed another bouncer our badges. I felt better that this place had some security. We found the owner of the house Sheila and asked about the woman we were searching for. She pointed out a woman standing by the stairs in a short silk robe talking to the girl we just saw on the stage. We walked up and Morgan said her name. " ...I'll see you when my dance is over" as she talked I noticed how smooth and sweet her voice was. Morgan introduced us as FBI agents and she quickly turned. I was immediately taken aback by how pleasing her face was. I immediately blushed and I couldn't help but stare. "Besides there's some front row seating left if you'd like to watch." She said as she stepped closer to me fumbling with my tie. She winked and my knees got week. As she walked onto the stage Morgan stared at me. "What?" I asked. "Front row seats huh? Guess we can't pass those up." He smirked and pulled me to the door. "Morgan I think we should stay here and wait for her to get done." I said trying not to show how flustered I was at the encounter with such a beautiful woman. "Geez Reid when was the last time you got laid?" He asked while we made our way to the seats nearest the stage. "October 30th 2001." (The show timeline is used. It's roughly 2008-09 Reid is 27-28) I  stated from memory. Derrick stared at me in awe. "You amaze me. I could never." He said smiling "what can I say... I'm not normal." We smiled and I turned my attention to the dark stage. The music began and the lights came up on ophelia. She was still in her robe but her leg was draped around the pole as she undid the tie on the silk garment. I tried to swallow the knot in the back of my throat as I adverted my gaze from her to the floor. I didn't want to let this girl get into my head and make my job harder than it already was. Even though I'm a classified genius I'm still a man. And men are weak.