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Amari plopped herself down on the desk next to one insufferable chocolate skinned man. "Reid failed his qualification."
JJ nodded, leaning against the railings outside her office. "He can re-test in two weeks."
"Yeah, but he's gonna be embarrassed about it, so let's not mention it." Amari sighed.
"Yeah, let's not. Not a word." Elle confirmed, narrowing her eyes at Morgan, who looked like he was scheming.
They were silenced by Reid's sad footsteps walking into the bullpen and watched as he fell into his chair and immediately tried to busy himself with paperwork, and trying extremely hard not to think about how he couldn't shoot a gun properly.
Morgan looked from the girls to the genius, wearing a sly smile as he pulled something out of his pocket and walked over to Reid. "Hey. We're all here for you. I'm serious. If you ever need anything," he paused to place a blue whistle around Spencer's neck, blowing on it. "Just blow on that."
Amari scowled and Spencer huffed and shoved Morgan away from him, not in the mood for his jokes right now. He couldn't use a gun.
His wallowing was cut short when they got called in for a case, so he ripped the whistle off his neck and stuffed it in his pocket as he stood up from his desk and joined Amari as they walked to the round table. She nudged his hand in a comforting manner and he couldn't help but smile down at her, thankful for the fact that she was trying to comfort him.
"Ok, Franklin Park, Des Plaines, yesterday afternoon. Three victims shot at distance. It's the third such shooting in two weeks." JJ started as she presented the case.
"A sniper?" Elle asked.
"We don't use that word." Amari replied, remember the pissy fit Aaron had gotten himself into when she kept on referring to the unsub as a sniper during a case in Seattle. She was pretty sure that didn't piss him off as much as the fact that the unsub was anything but a sniper.
"Why not?" Elle questioned.
"The public perception is that the FBI doesn't have an exemplary record with snipers. Besides, a sniper is a professional marksman. These guys aren't snipers." Reid informed them.
"What do we call them then?"
Hotch walked into the room and Amari could just imagine the flurry of his coat as it billowed behind him. "L.D.S.K. Long distance serial killers."
"How many of these guys have we caught using a profile?" Amari asked, being new to the whole profiling scene. Elle nodded, she was wondering the same thing.
Hotch sighed. "None."
"Two weeks, three shooting incidents, six victims, all shot in the abdomen." JJ carried on. "First and only fatality, Henry Sachs, married, father of three, was shot in a shopping center parking lot. Nine days later, Doug Miller and Kevin Parks were playing basketball at a community center. Franklin park, four days later, Jerry Middleton, Kate Murray, and Tim Reilly. Des Plaines police have found no link between any of the victims."
