Falling For The Doctor~Spencer Reid FF~

Chapter 2

"Try again, fail again. Fail better." Samuel Beckett.
*EDITED*

Spencer and I walk into the police station and a man walks up to us, "Phil Brantly" he says shaking our hands, "Thank you so much for coming."

"Hi, I'm Dr. Spencer Reid, and this is SSA Rebecca Singfield, you will meet the rest of the team later, is there a place we can set up?"

"Follow me." We follow detective Brantly into a room on the other side of the station, there are files on the table and a couple of white boards set up. Detective Brantly walks over to a bulletin board and points to a map, "Here's where the first body was found, just outside of town. And last night's murders were here."

Spencer walks up to it and marks the points with a pen, "That's unusual. Serial killers usually have a smaller kill zone." Spencer says as his phone starts to ring, "Its Garcia," he tells me before answering it, "You're on speaker Garcia."

"So, I looked up recently released mental health patients who have a history of eye gouging, eye assault, and other gross things you can do to eyes and sockets, and there's no bingo for Phoenix city residents."

"Any other recent attacks involving assaults on eyes?" I speak up. "Well new girl I checked and there was only one, but hes not our guy cause hes in jail." She says. "Ok thanks Garcia, we'll call you back if we think of anything else." Spencer say before hanging up the phone.

"You think he's fresh out of an asylum? Either that or he's been held somewhere and he's now free." I ask. Detective Brantly speaks up, "We've seen eye assaults before, you know, bar brawls, rage, domestic abuse cases, but nothing like this."

"And what the hell's he doing with the eyes? Is he collecting them as a trophy of some sort?"

"They wouldn't keep long as trophies. Eyes are 80% vitreous humor, which is essentially water. After a few hours, they begin to get cloudy and wilt." Spencer says. 'How does he just know that?'

"Any other theories?" Detective Brantly asks looking from Spencer to me. "Well there have been cases where after enucleation, mental patients have consumed the eyeballs."

"Gross," I mumble.

~

The whole team is sitting at the table in the conference room and the police station, "O'heron's friends say he has a history of drunken behavior, but they don't know anybody with a grudge against him." Spencer says.

"He was also last seen leaving a bar. Bartender on duty said he left without incident" I say, finishing his thoughts. "We also checked out the disposal site where John O'Heron's body was dumped. It's off a remote farm road. The unsub didn't just stumble on it, he knows it." I continue.

"We need a list of people who work or live near the area. I got a bad feeling about this guy." Hotch says, pulling out his phone. "Why's that?" JJ asks. "He's too patient. He hid and waited for the right victims, and the right time and place. He blitzed them. It was all strategic. That sounds way too organized for a typical enucleator. Add to that his lack of a cooling-off period between kills, It's not gonna be easy to get ahead of him."

Hotch answers his his phone, and we all sit in silence as he talks, when he hangs up he turns in looks at us. "That was the M.E., she says there is something we need to see, any volunteers?"

"I'll go" Spencer and I say at the same time, we look at each other, and he starts to blush. "Perfect, you can both go," Hotch says.

~

I sit in the passenger side of the black SUV, Spencer driving. Its awkwardly quiet for about 5 minutes, then Spencer speaks up, "So, uh, Becca, how you enjoying your first case so far?" He asks. I turn and look at him, "Its kind of fun, gross, but I'm definitely having fun." I say.