Spencer Finally Catches a Break

Chapter 4

       Reid had been quite drawn to Adelaide. She reminded him of himself, but less socially awkward, so much so that he allowed her to hug him, which was a rare appearance. He left the grieving girl with a squeeze of her hand, and headed over to his team.

       "How many bodies did you find?" Reid asked anxiously. The team looked amongst themselves.

       "Three. There was the couple, and another unidentified body. We don't know who it may be," Alex explained.

       "I know who it is. The girl who blacked out, her name is Adelaide Mowan. the daughter of the couple. She was with her Gramma, the unidentified body, for three weeks. The unsub was stalking them for less than three weeks, since he didn't know about Adelaide," Reid said quickly, his voice bouncing low in his throat.

      "Odds are that if the unsub finds out about Adelaide Mowan, he'll feel like he didn't complete the job and make an attempt on Adelaide's life," Hotch stated. The rest of the team nodded.

       "Reid, Morgan, I want you on her protective duty. Bring her to the station during during the day, and we'll book a hotel with three rooms for you. Take her to the hotel after she's been checked over," Hotch directed. Morgan and Reid nodded, and headed over to the young girl.

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       Ada was being checked by the first responder when she saw Spencer and and a tall muscular man. She cleaned herself up a bit to look presentable for answering questions. The man checking her health gave her a clean bill, and she thanked him.

       "Hello again Dr. Spencer," she greeted. She looked over at the tall man. "Salutaions. My name is Adelaide Mowan." She extended her hand, and he shook it.

       "Agent Derek Morgan. You met Pretty Boy already. You have a clean bill of health? No concussion?  You're not going to pass out and die on us?" Morgan questioned.

      "Pleasure to have met you. Clean bill of health, but even if I did, concussions don't often cause unconsciousness, though 55,845 people die of various traumatic brain injuries per year," Adelaide said. Morgan looked impressed.

      "Look at that Kid! You got a mini-you! With dark under eye bags to match!" Derek exclaimed, teasing the both of them. Reid turned pink, looking down at his shoes, and Adelaide turned a darker shade of red and almost smiling. She would have too, if the situation was altered. 

       "I don't sleep well," Ada whispered quietly. Reid nodded, understanding the feeling of temptation towards books, and the intrusiveness of anxiety.

       "What's happening to me?" Ada asked. Morgan looked at Reid, and looked down, crossing their arms.

       "Why don't you want to tell me? You're being defensive," Adelaide noticed

.       Morgan once again looked impressed at her knowledge.

       "How do you know that?" Morgan asked.

       "My favorite books are psychology books and those on profiling, and out of those, my most loved are by David Rossi. He finds an incredible way of entwining his stories from the FBI with tidbits of knowledge about human behavior, and how to interpret it. He weaves such adventurous tales," Adelaide reviewed with passion for her favorite author. She felt tears prick her eyes, remembering when she went to the bookstore with her parents to get her first profiling novel.

     "Well lucky you then, Pretty Boy 2.0, since the place we're going is actually where he works," Morgan says. Reid nodded energetically at her when her eyes widened in surprise.