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Another day in the office, Reid thought, sipping his coffee. The world clock on the wall read 7:47 am, along with the rest of the hours for Los Angeles, UK, China, etc. The office was bustling like usual, hundreds of FBI agents starting their days reading case files about terrorist threats, homicides, immigration conflicts, security breaches…

"Reid!" a familiar voice called from behind.

Satchel secure in place, Reid turned with an open expression to see that Morgan was the one who called him.

"Hotch just called an emergency meeting, JJ's got something serious it looks like."

"Tell Hotch I'll be right there," Reid said, collecting his things from his desk to prepare for the most likely trip to some city to try and solve the upcoming case. He sighed and glanced at his clock, it read 7:49 am. It's not even 8 o'clock yet and the day is just beginning.

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Reid hustled into the conference room at 7:53 am, everyone already seated and Hotch just beginning to speak.

"Sorry, everyone," he quickly apologized, sitting in his seat and eager to hear the next case.

"It's alright, Reid," Hotch addressed Reid formally, all of them wondering whether Hotch ever actually slept or not, "as I was saying, JJ informed me about our new case, JJ if you would like to continue."

"Yes, sorry everyone, I normally don't like things to be this early either but it looks like Boston really needs our help," she handed out copies of the case to every team member.

"In the last 3 months, 32 have already been found dead in similar patterns and the Boston PD isn't going to risk losing anymore," JJ stated.

Rossi whistled in a way that indicated surprise, Prentiss double checking the numbers.

"Why didn't they come to us sooner?" Morgan asked flabbergasted, "I mean, with this high of a body count I would've."

"It's always like this with the big cities," Prentiss added, shaking her head, "they don't want any help from us because they put their pride before their own people."

"In any case," Hotch broke the accusations from developing any further, "it looks like we're going to be flying to Boston to help them catch whoever is responsible, so everyone pack your bags, wheels up in an hour."

"Wait a minute," Rossi said, reading the case file all this time, "the killer picks his victims at random, but has some alarming similarities to another killer I've studied before. Oh gosh, what was it…" Rossi tried hard to remember.

"Well it looks like he kills his most victims at every full moon cycle," Reid shared his opinion, "Looks to me like he follows some kind of lunar chart of some sort."

"Garcia," Hotch ordered, "find any lunar pattern that has some kind of connection to the case at all."

"Yes, sir" and she left the room hurriedly, not at all fascinated by the behaviors of killers in anyway.

"The information for this case is pretty selective," Prentiss pointed out, "I mean we have almost no details about the cause, the victims, anything."

"I noticed that too, Prentiss," Reid added, "I thought it was only me."

"In any case, I've coordinated a meeting with the chief of police at the Boston PD, Greg Ellory, so he'll be expecting us," JJ added.

The room seemed to be coming to a close, everyone blankly playing with their coffee or pencils. The expressions of everyone's faces grim, even though they worked hard to be where they are, no one liked to think of this many people dying at eight in the morning.

"That's all for now," Hotch addressed the whole room, collecting his papers, "See you all at the jet in 45."

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