"Thanks Dollface." Morgan disconnected the phone. "Hey Kid, how about you and me go check out this camp? See if anyone can tell us some more about our victim."

"I'm not quite finished with the geographic profile."

"Come on, Reid. The fresh air will do you some good."

"And you look like you could still be in college." Hotch added. "You could have more success talking to them."

"Okay." Reid grabbed his jacket and pulled it on as he followed Morgan outside

"And the practice talking to girls can't hurt." Morgan laughed. Which got him a punch in the arm.

It was a quick drive out of town. Either man spoke. Morgan refrained from comment on the tapping of Reid's hand. It was a nervous twitch that often turned up when Reid had to talk to people, especially young women. He spent his teenage years on college campuses with people as much as 10 years his senior, it wasn't a good training ground for interpersonal communication with the opposite sex. And now he was about to enter a site with over a hundred potentially very attractive college girls. It had to be a nightmare of a thought.

"You ready, kid?" Morgan asked as he pulled into a parking space.

"Yes. Why wouldn't I be?" Reid asked as he got out of the car.

A woman in her forties walked out of the office building and toward them.

"Hey there. I'm Lucy Kent. You must be the boys from the FBI. Got a call you were driving out."

"Yes Ma'am. Agent Morgan, this is Dr Reid."

"The girls are in practice. Should be wrapping up in a few minutes." Mrs Kent lead them around the building and down to a large field. There were six areas split off by large mats, a team of girls on each one practicing.

"A lot of folks scoff at the idea of cheerleading but it's more than just girls in skirts dancing around. My girls are dancers and gymnasts. They work out as long and hard as Olympic athletes."

"Fascinating." Reid nodded.

Morgan's phone rang. "Excuse me." Morgan stepped away.

"Which group was Jessie Turner in?"

"Top Class." Mrs Kent pointed to a group. "Every girl in it is going to school on a full athletic scholarship."

"I can see why." Reid nodded.

"Thanks, Garcia." Morgan disconnected and slipped his phone back in his pocket.

"Hey Morgan."

"Yeah Kid"

"Remember you told me once you'd never date a woman who carries a gun."

"Yeah."

"What about a woman who can do that?" Reid pointed at the top group where a trio of girls broke into double back handsprings, being caught by three pairs of other girls. The outer girls were lifted up to standing positions while the center girl was flung into the air in a back flip, legs in the splits before being basket caught by her partners as the other girls flipped forward and were caught at the same time.

"Uh, that would be a no." Derek laughed. "What about you?"

"I'm 6'1 and as you once put it, 150 pounds soaking wet with a 20 pound dumbbell in each hand. I was a little nervous driving out here. Knowing that I'm about to talk to 29 girls that can kick my ass, now I'm kind of terrified."

"Well I don't have your baby boy college looks, endearing nervous charm or moonlights as a runway model body to protect me, so I'm more than kind of." Derek laughed.

A few minutes later the group was finishing and started drifting their way.

"Here they come." Derek stepped behind the younger man. "Protect me."

"So much for the big bad Derek Morgan." Reid laughed.