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The rest of the way back to the station, neither of the two young agents said a word to each other. Giselle deeply regretted the way that she acted back in the club. It was unprofessional, and she internally cursed herself out for doing something so stupid. Anyone could have been watching, and she just decided to risk it all and cave to her impulses for once in her life. And now, Spencer definitely knew- and she didn't have a single clue how to get away with it.

But then she remembered the way his hands felt on her waist and the way his thumbs caressed her sides when she inched up closer to him. She remembered the way that his touch sent electricity up her spine faster than a wildfire. It drove Giselle mad simply thinking about what more his touch could do to her. But then she remembered that he was her coworker and her friend. She couldn't be thinking about him like this. 

She had to snap out of it. 

Luckily, before Giselle could drown in her own thoughts any more, the two agents arrived at the police station and entered the building briskly. Upon their arrival, the team was standing in a huddle around the main portion of the station, all on the phone with Garcia. Spencer and Giselle joined the group without making a sound. 

"We know these guys are local, so we should be looking for anybody working fields or agriculture."

Derek spoke up, leaning against the table.

"Only problem is more than half of Indiana is farmland."

The cop from before spoke once again, crossing his arms over his chest definitely. Giselle didn't want to dislike him, simply because it was unprofessional. But she couldn't help but to fill with a simmering rage every time she looked into his icy blue eyes.

"Garcia, were either of the other clubs having theme nights when the girls went missing?"

Emily seemed to sense Giselle's disapproval, watching her as she spoke. 

"Oh my gosh."

Garcia's voice came pinging from the other line.

"All of them."

The team exchanged looks of agony and annoyance. The unsubs really weren't too smart. 

"Meredith Joy was abducted on Dollar-Draft Night, Amanda Frye on Ladies Night, and Kimberly Jukes on Fantasy Football Friday."

"So Reid, you were right,"

Morgan said, sitting up and turning around to look at Reid, who was now on the computer at the desk next to where the team was gathered. He seemed to be pretty wrapped up in whatever he was doing. 

"They're targeting nights that the clubs were at capacity so they won't be easily recognized by the security cameras."

Spencer didn't even acknowledge Morgan. He just stared at the computer screen in deep thought. Giselle walked over to him and stood behind him, trying to see what he was doing. 

"Spence?"

She said, fighting the urge to put a hand on his shoulder or initiate any form of physical contact. 

"You guys.. I think I just found our unsubs."

The rest of the team raced over to Spencer, trying to get a good view of what he was seeing. Spencer flashed security footage across the laptop's screen- each of two men getting lap dances from strippers. 

"These guys have gotten dances from half the girls in the club. They're very careful to hide their faces from the cameras, and this guy seems to be communicating with someone across the room."