тнe rυѕѕιan doll || spencer reid

THREE

The three agents entered the police station and got themselves set up with little to no issue. They simply entered the building, and Derek took everything else from there. They met the chief of police (who was a little too focused on Giselle's chest to be considered normal), and he led them to the conference room, where they set up their work station for the next few days.

"Did you see the way that cop was looking at you?"

Derek asked Giselle, placing his bag on top of the table before walking over to the coffee machine in the corner of the room. 

"Yep. Can't say its the first time a cop has looked at me like that."

Giselle rolled her eyes, knowing that she only sugarcoated the pure, blatant misogyny that would often occur in the workplace. She had several times where policemen would ask her where her supervisor was, and she would have to explain to them that she was, in fact, the supervisor. It wasn't something she liked of course, but it was something that she was forced to get used to. As much as she wanted to fight back, she knew that she didn't have the time to do that. They were there for the victims. Any time wasted outside of that was time thrown away. 

Giselle placed her things down on the table next to Derek's and she sat down in one of the chairs at the table. As a few other cops began walking in with boxes of files, her eyes traveled to Spencer. He began to open up the files as soon as they came in- reading the papers with an impossible speed. Giselle simply followed his lead and began to look through the many files that were set in front of her and her coworkers.

This process went on for several minutes, until all three had them had been completely briefed on the case ahead of them. They went on to discuss their theories and they attempted to construct a game plan for how to proceed.

"This unsub was most likely a friend or colleague to these women,"

Giselle finally spoke up.

"He wouldn't have known their family life and their personalities if he hadn't gotten to know them in some way, shape, or form."

"Giselle is right,"

Spencer began, setting his cup of coffee down on the table and making his way over to the whiteboard that was filled with pictures and information of the victims and their whereabouts before the murders.

"This unsub must have met these women somewhere in advance. And the fact that he leaves them with nothing but their underwear proves that he is a misogynist with a clear hatred for these specific women- or what they represent."

Derek nodded and opened one of the case files.

"It says here that all these women lived within a 10 mile radius of each other. Is it possible that they knew each other?"

Giselle looked up from her case file and up to Derek. 

"I guess we should find that out."

Almost on cue, Derek's phone rang. He took it out of his pocket and placed it on the table, putting it on speaker. He rested his hands on the back of one of the chairs as he spoke. 

"Hey babygirl, you're on speaker."

Babygirl? Who the hell was babygirl?

"I am so glad you called! I was getting so bored of cat videos. Can you even imagine?"

Oh, it was Garcia! Strange, but... maybe she would understand the dynamic between the two of them when the phone call finished.

"Well you know I've got some work for you, hot stuff."