Hi all, so this is my very first fanfic story. Not sure if it's any good which is why there is a review button. This is a REID CENTRIC fanfic but it is also a CASE FIC. There are no relationships or romance.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

Preston County, West Virginia

Easy prey.

That's what they were: easy and convenient. Walking the streets at night as if it were the safest thing to do – as if people like him didn't exist. Didn't they know that the night is the scariest part of the day?

"Hey little lady," he pulled up next to a scantily dressed girl, no older than nineteen, and leaned out the car window. "What's your rate?"

"Twenty bucks an hour," she flashed some cleavage and hiked up her skirt.

"Get in," he said with a wink and a smile. He knew how to play this game.

She circled round the front of the car and opened the passenger side door. She slid in and he breathed her in.

She smelled like stupidity.

Xxx

Behavioural Analysis Unit, F.B.I

Quantico, Virginia

Derek Morgan sat his desk in the bullpen, staring menacingly at the load of paperwork sitting in front of him. It just felt like the pile was getting higher and higher. He looked over to Reid at the desk opposite him and nearly growled. The kid was going through his stack with a smile on his face and an energy to his movements. It was almost as if he was enjoying himself.

"Reid," he called and when the younger agent did not acknowledge him, he called again more loudly. "Reid!"

Spencer Reid looked up, found Morgan staring at him and surveyed the untouched stack of paperwork on the older agent's desk.

"Shouldn't you be doing some work?" he asked it innocently enough but it only served to frustrate Morgan.

Morgan was about to respond but was halted by the arrival of Jennifer Jareau.

"Got a case boys. Conference room in five," she barely stopped a minute before stalking off again.

Morgan felt his mood lighten considerably. Nothing like a case to rescue him from all the paperwork.

Reid stood, grabbing the crutches that were leaning against his desk for support.

"I was nearly finished," he muttered and Morgan smirked.

"Where's Prentiss?"

"I'm here, I'm here!" Emily Prentiss rushed in, coffee in hand and handbag strewn across one shoulder. "Sergio wasn't well," she explained, dropping the bag at her desk and sipping her coffee. "Do we have a case?"

"Yep," Reid said as he adjusted himself. He was still getting used to the crutches.

"Thank God," Prentiss sighed. "I thought I'd have to do paperwork today."

Xxx

"A town in Maryland has asked for our assistance. Two men in Oakland have been found dead, their skulls bashed in with what the M.E thinks may have been a sledgehammer," JJ pressed a button on the remote and the screens behind her came to life with the driver's licence pictures of two young men. She pressed the button again and more pictures surfaced, these, however, more gruesome.

Reid studied them carefully from his position at the table, leaning forward and squinting at the finer details in the drivers licence pictures, looking for physical similarities between the two victims.

"What do we know about the victims?" David Rossi asked from his position across Reid.

"John Usher," JJ pointed at the first driver's licence photo. "Twenty-five. Drug addict and wannabe porn star. He was the first victim found three days ago in an alley." She paused and pointed at the second driver's licence. "This is Ben Garrett. Twenty-three. Works late nights at a local bar. Found outside a highschool yesterday morning. Both victims were unidentifiable due to the extensive damage done, but they both carried I.D cards."

"Was a sledgehammer used on both men?" Hotch asked, peering down at the file that JJ had passed out earlier.

"The M.E thinks so," JJ answered. "The only injuries on the bodies seem to be on the head," JJ used the remote to zoom in on two of the crime scene photos. "The UnSub has completely pulverised the skull but there are no other lacerations or injuries to any other parts of the bodies."

Reid squinted at the crime scene photos. "Looks like a blitz attack," he murmured.

"What's that gooey stuff around the head?" Prentiss asked, pointing.

Reid swallowed. "That's the brain."

There was a slight pause as everyone registered this.

JJ nodded. "The brain was completely destroyed, in both men. He smashed their heads in and looks to have continued smashing until the brains were completely crushed."

She paused again before pushing another button on the remote. The screen was wiped clean and another photo was brought up.

"This is Rachel Sanders," JJ grimaced. "Runaway and prostitute. Sixteen. Same M.O, found this morning in Preston County, West Virginia."

"He crossed state lines." Morgan stated. "That's only about a half an hour drive from Oakland."

"It's now in federal jurisdiction," Hotch said, standing up. "Wheels up in thirty."

Everyone started to stand, Reid once more grabbing his crutches.

"Reid," Hotch called.

Reid sighed. "Garcia?"

Hotch nodded. "Garcia."

"Great," Reid muttered. Another case to solve from inside Garcia's mildly amusing but slightly eccentric computer lab.

Reid heard snickering behind him and then felt a tap on his shoulder.

"Look on the bright side," Morgan said. "Now you can finish your paperwork."

Xxx

A/N: OK tell me what you think. If there's not much interest I won't continue it. I figure I'll get more inspired the more reviews I get.