DISCLAIMER: I do not own Criminal Minds, nor and I making any money from this story.

A/N: I'm back again! Just to point out I don't know much about the American Legal system. I tried to make it as realistic as possible but if you know your stuff you may have to suspend belief a little :) Hope you all enjoy this story. Lets get on with it shall we. (Oh, and if Morgan doesn't take sugar, I apologise!)

Set anytime after season three/four I guess. But in my head Reid has short hair and Garcia has red - not that that matters much :P

WANTED – Chapter One

Reid woke suddenly, startled at the loud 'beeping' noise his alarm clock was emitting. He rolled over to turn it off and sighed. How tired had he been last night? He remembered getting home after a quick Chinese with Morgan, JJ and Prentiss. He remembered opening his door but after that, nothing. He must have just gone to bed on auto-pilot. He sighed again, rubbing his face and made his way to the bathroom. He started brushing his teeth and glanced at his reflection in the mirror. "What the..." He said aloud to himself. Down the left hand side of his neck he had a long, thin scratch mark. He looked at it for a few moments. How had he done that? It hadn't been there when he left work, had it? Had he done it in his sleep to himself? He turned his attention back to getting ready for work. After showering and dressing, he skipped breakfast and made his way out the door.

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"Morning, Pretty Boy." Morgan greeted Reid as the older man sat down at his desk.

"Morning." Reid mumbled back, not looking up from his stack of files.

"You sound cheerful." Morgan said sarcastically before turning to face the break room. "Hey, Prentiss!" He called to the Agent making herself a coffee. "One sugar!" He smiled as she shook her head calling him a name he couldn't make out then began pouring him a coffee.

A few seconds later she arrived at her desk with two mugs. She placed one down in front of Morgan. "Your coffee, Sir." She said sarcastically before sitting down. "Hey, Reid." She said, having not yet spoken to him. "What happened to your neck?" She asked, squinting a little to look at the scratch.

Reid rubbed his neck with his hand and shrugged. "I think I did it in my sleep." He said, before returning to his papers. "I don't really know, I just kinda conked out when I got home."

Morgan nodded. "It was a tough case." He said, more to himself than anyone else. They had returned from Washington State late the night before. They had caught the UnSub they were after and also managed to rescue the three girls he had kidnapped. It was a tough case, yes. But the outcome had been a good one.

"BAU team." Hotch called walking out if his office across the landing. "Conference room, now."

Prentiss sighed. "We only just got back." She whinged.

Reid closed the file he was working on and rubbed his eyes. "Great." He muttered, standing and making his way to the Conference room.

"I think we need a week off." Prentiss said, starting towards the conference room.

"Amen." Morgan said, following her.

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"Three victims," JJ said, pressing the remote to align the images of the three women. "The first, Angela Roberts, was aged twenty four and from Wyoming. She was found dead thirteen days ago in an Ally in Washington DC. The second victim, Martina Hamilton, was twenty six." JJ glanced at the pictured behind her then back at the team. "She was from West Virginia, found dead in DC. Third victim, Caitlin Harris was found dead early this morning. She was from DC and found not far from her apartment. She was also twenty four."

"They all look alike." Rossi commented. All three women had cropped brown hair, slim faces and blue eyes. "Could remind him of someone? How's he killing them?"

"Strangulation, until they're on the verge of passing out and then he shoots them." JJ answered. "One shot to the forehead. No signs of sexual assault, no beatings." She shook her head.

"So he weakens them before he kills them?" Morgan asked, looking through the crime scene photos. "Why?"

"What's he getting out of this?" Prentiss asked, looking through her own file. "Do you think he's an anger excitationist? Getting off watching them suffer?"

"That or retaliatory behaviour." Reid said, looking around the team.

"Three young women who look that alike." Rossi said, pointing at the pictures. "He's defiantly got a type."

"Dave's right." Hotch said, speaking for the first time, he looked through his own file quickly. "He uses a .38 to shoot them." He closed his file and looked at his team. "But this time, he made a mistake."

"They found skin cells under the last victim's finger nails." Prentiss said, still looking at her case file. "She fought back."

"So we have his DNA." Morgan said, nodding. "Then why do they need us?" He asked. "Once they run it through CODIS..."

"In case they don't get a match," Hotch said, cutting Morgan off. "They want us to work on a preliminary profile." He turned to face Reid. "I need you to start working on a geographical profile, Dave and Morgan can you..."

He stopped talking at the sound of some kind of commotion coming from out side. "Excuse me." He said, leaving the conference room. The team watched and listen to the hushed voiced outside. After a few minutes, Hotch could be heard, much louder than previously. "I said I'll do it." A few seconds later he re-entered the room.

"What's goin' on?"Morgan asked, trying to see who was outside the door.

"Erm..." Hotch looked around the team then at the floor.

"Hotch?" Prentiss said, noticing his uncharacteristic nervous behaviour.

"Erm," He said again, looking at Reid. "Can I speak to you for a moment?" He asked, moving to the furthest corner of the room.

Reid looked around the table. Confused, and fighting the panic that was rising inside him, he silently stood and followed Hotch into the corner.

Hotch glanced at the rest of the team and then turned to Reid. "Reid..." He began in a hushed voice. "I need..." He cleared his throat and looked down at the floor.

"Hotch?" Reid asked. "What's wrong?" He was starting to worry now. Hotch was never lost for words, or uncomfortable in front of people. Reid's mind ran through all the possibilities of what could be wrong. Had something happened to him Mom? Was he in trouble at work? "Hotch." He said again after a few seconds of silence. He was oblivious to the team's eyes watching the two.

Hotch sighed and looked Reid in the eye. "I need your badge and your gun." He said finally. "I'm sorry."

"My badge and my..." Reid's brow furrowed. "Hotch, what..."

"The DNA," Hotch interrupted, wishing to get this over with as soon as possible. "They got a match." Reid didn't speak but looked at him, confused. "It was yours." Hotch finished. He knew the rest of the team were listening. In hindsight he wished he'd taken Reid to his office. But he couldn't, he wouldn't allow the men outside to arrest Reid in front of the entire bull pen.

"What?" Reid said after a few minutes. "Mine? But, I... You can't..." Reid shook his head. "You can't think I did this." He said, frowning.

"We don't." JJ said, looking at he two men.

Reid's attention was drawn back to the rest of the team. They were all staring at him, shock and confusion written all over their faces. "You can't think I would do that." Reid said again, louder this time. "Hotch." He said.

"Reid, I'm sorry." Hotch said. "I need your badge and gun." He cleared his throat again. "There are some MPDC officers here to take you down to the station for questioning." He looked into the eyes of the youngest agent. Hotch could see the panic and confusion in his eyes and was sure it was mirrored in his own. "We'll figure this out." He said, quickly turning to look at the team.

"I didn't do this, Hotch." He looked at his team mates. "I didn't do it." He said again. How had this happened? Last night, he, Morgan, Prentiss and JJ had been eating Chinese together after getting home and now they were looking at him like they didn't know who he was.

"We'll figure it out, Reid." Morgan said, sounding more confident than he felt.

Reid closed his eyes and sighed. He pulled his credentials out of his pocket and handed them to Hotch before handing his gun over. "I didn't do this." He said again.

Hotch nodded but remained silent. He began walking to the door and Reid followed, not looking back. They left the conference room to be greeted by to Police Officers. One of them reached for their handcuffs and Hotch shook his head. "No cuffs." He said in a tone that made the Officers comply.

"Doctor Spencer Reid?" One of the officers, a blonde haired man a little shorter than Reid asked. Reid nodded. "Come with us, please."

The other office turned to walk on Reid's other side. He was the same height as Reid with short, dark hair. "What happened to your neck, Doctor Reid?" He asked, glancing back over his shoulder at Hotch.

Hotch watched the three men exit the Bull Pen and returned to the conference room.

"Hotch, Man..." Morgan said as the older agent sat back down.

"What the hell do we do now?" Prentiss asked, looking around the group as if someone would have an answer.

Rossi sighed. "We find the UnSub." He said flatly.

"But MPDC think Reid is the UnSub!" JJ said. Although her voice didn't waver, she had tears welling in her eyes, still not quite able to believe what had just happened. "Reid couldn't... I mean... He... He wouldn't!"

"I know." Hotch replied, simply.

"So what do we do?" Morgan asked, getting angrier by the minute. "What do we God damn do?" He almost screamed.

"Like Dave said," Hotch said, not looking up from the file he was staring at on the table. "We find the real UnSub."

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OK, so MPDC don't police Quantico (I'm guessing) but I figured if the murders were in DC they would be involved : ) Let me know what you think. Should I continue? Hope your interest is peaked! No Garcia – BOOOOOO! She'll be in it soon though, worry not ;)