Reid's POV
Walking into the BAU, I was so tired. I hadn't managed to get any sleep last night. I had too much on my mind. It had been 3 weeks since I got that call from Derek. I hadn't seen or heard anything since. I was starting to get worried, more than normal. As I waited for the elevator to come down from the 3rd floor, I ran into JJ. "Hey, Spence, we have a case. Round table as soon as you get up there." She said, as she headed for the stairs. "Got it." I said, as the elevator chimed, and I got in. As soon as we both got into the round table room, JJ dived right into the case. "5 brunette women were found dead in New York in the last month. They were all under the age of 35, and married to wealthy abusive men." "All of them?" I asked. She nodded her head. "Yep." She said, now flipping the pictures. "Our resent victim is Jeanne Kress. She was last seen coming home from work around 4 o'clock. Around the 6, the neighbors reported hearing screams, and then what was said to be a 3 gun shots. The police officers said that Jeanne had gun shot wounds to the face, and stomach. The cops are worried because they don't really know what they have going on in their city." "Hey you guys? Isn't Derek in New York?" Emily asked, looking at me. "Um yeah, yeah he is." I said, sitting up straight. "So what happens if we run into him on the case?" She asked, Hotch. "Act like we don't know him. We can't mess up his case?" "Right." She said, looking back at the files in front of her. "Okay guys. We leave in 15." Hotch said, as he grabbed his files, and walked out. "Hey Reid, you going to be okay on this case?" Rossi asked me, as we got onto the jet. "Yeah." I said, shaking my head. "I'll be fine."
On the jet, we went over the case some more, but I couldn't help but letting my mind wonder back to Derek. What happened if we did run into him? I couldn't just keep walking like I had no idea who he was. Not after not seeing him for almost 7 months. I just can't. "Reid? Reid, you okay?' I hear Hotch voice asks me. "Huh? Yeah." I said, not really paying any attention to what was going on. "You sure?" He asked, again. "Yeah, I'm sure. Can we get back to case?" I said, looking back at my file. "Okay. When we land, I want Reid and Rossi on the crime scene, JJ and I at the station, and Prentiss at the house." Once off the plane, we go our separate ways, Rossi and me to the crime scene, JJ and Hotch to the station, Prentiss to the victim's house. Walking onto the crime scene, it was clear that this was personal. The way the body was laying on ground, and the amount of damage to her face, and torso. "This was personal." Rossi said, as he looked father into the crime scene. "How do you figure?' One of the police officers asked. Rossi looked at him for a second, then back at the crime scene. You see the place he dumped her in? Secluded, where no one could see her. He ripped her clothes off, and bruised her from head to toe. This indicates personalization. He nodded his head. "Okay. So what else can you tell me happened here?" I stepped up then. "She knew who did this to her. There would be no other reason as to why she would come all the way to these backwoods. Maybe she was knocked out first, and then brought here." He said, looking at the victim. "Blood patterns on the ground indicate otherwise." I said pointing to the blood stains in the grass by her body.
Hotch's POV
"So according to the police officers here, the killer is starting to progress. He just sent them a letter this morning." I said, holding up the letter to JJ. She took it, and looked it over. "We should get Reid to look over it." She said, as she went back to looking at the files in her hand. "I agree." I said, as I started to place the photos onto the whiteboard. "Hey, do you think that Reid's going to be okay? I mean, he's been a little on edge since his phone call for Derek. It's been 3 weeks." He nodded his head. "We just have to trust that Reid will do what needs to be done, in order to do his job." She nodded her head, and went back to looking through the files for more photos.
Reid's POV
Riding back to station, we had a lot to tell Hotch. The crime scene held so clues that gave us a lot of information about the unsub at hand. Walking into the station, one of the officers was bringing some guys in. They looked like gangsters off the street. I didn't really pay much attention to them, until I heard one of them yell. "Hey! I said get your hands off me man!" I looked in the direction of the voice, and was total caught off guard. Who walked into that door was the one person that I wanted to see more than anything in this world. Derek Morgan. He was struggling against the cop, and then he made eye contact with me. He stopped yelling right then and there. He just stood there, looking at me. I wanted to say something, but I couldn't find the words. I just stood there, staring right back at him. Then the cop broke our silent moment. "I found them hanging around the victim's house." He opened his mouth to say something, but he just closed it back, and kept staring at me. Then Prentiss walked through the door, looking at a lost for words.
