"Every man of action has a strong dose of egoism, pride, hardness and cunning but all those things will be regarded as high qualities if he can make them the means to achieve great ends."
- Greek poet, Giorgos Seferis
Dr Spencer Reid entered the FBI office, dropped his bag at his desk and made a b-line for the coffee supplies, attracting the attention of his colleagues. They knew he was more-or-less a coffee addict but he normally gave some time before getting some at the office, it didn't exactly taste great at their workplace. Derek Morgan walked over to him and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. "Hey Reid, my man, what's up?" he asked watching intently as Reid poured heaps of sugar into the mug whilst wondering how the kid could even taste the coffee with all the sugar. "Run out." he sighed as he shook the nearly-empty coffee jar and put it back in its place. Morgan stifled a laugh, as did Emily Prentiss and Jennifer Jareau, trust that to happen to Reid. "Yes, haha. Very funny." Reid glared at them, tapping his foot as he impatiently waited for the kettle to boil.
Just as he was about to enjoy his first sips Aaron Hotchner burst out of his office and stood at the railings in the bullpen. "Conference room." he said, loud enough for them all to hear but not quite yelling, and went ahead of them. They all followed him to the conference room where David Rossi appeared to already be waiting for them. "What have we got?" Morgan asked as they all took their seats and looked at the screen currently showing the FBI emblem. Hotch grabbed the remote and showed them the pictures. "Five victim, all died two weeks apart from each other. All were found stabbed, burnt and then finally killed by strangulation with a rope after having been missing for two days." JJ read aloud from the file of which she had given them each a copy. "Mandy Hawthorn, Eliza Maddison, Johnathon Edwards, Andrew Phillips and Amber Green. As far as we know they all have no connection apart from the fact they all lived in Las Vegas." Hotch told them, pausing slightly at each new picture.
Reid's eyes scanned over the file quickly, which if you didn't know him you wouldn't realise that he had read the whole file. "There's a lack of any sexual components which means he's either impotent or the killings are mission-oriented." he told them as he started studying the images more carefully. "Right. Reid does the MO seem familiar to you?" Rossi asked. "Nothing springs to mind." Reid replied and they all sighed internally, if Reid had known then that would have meant far less legwork. "Well anyway, wheels up in twenty." Hotch told them as he picked up his files and left. The others slowly followed suit, picking up their other essentials and made their way to the jet.
Here's the prologue kind of thing. The title is a Greek proverb which will be explained as to why there's a Greek theme later :) Please tell me what you think of it as it's my first Criminal Minds fic.
- MCRLoverCarley xx