Spencer sighed to himself as he made his way through the airport heading towards baggage claim. Having been forced to check in his go-bag because of the presence of his gun - which wasn't allowed to be carried unto the cabin with him. He hated airports, the amount of people around always made him anxious. Everyone in airports were always in a rush, whether it was to catch a connecting flight, or just to get out altogether. The amount of people Reid had had to dodge already had evened by the amount he hadn't managed to dodge and who had knocked into him.

He sighed in relief as he saw his go-bag start to come around the carousel and made a jerking movement to push to the front of the line, reaching for his bag the same time a man beside him reached for his, which had come out next to Spencer's. Their hands brushed and Spencer jerked at the sudden static shock. His cheeks turned a vibrant red as he grabbed his bag, muttered an apology to the man and turned to get away as fast as possible. Bumping into people as he hurried away. He scratched at his shoulder, wrapping his other arm around his waist as he made his way to the entrance where Morgan had said he'd be waiting with the Federal SUV to pick him up and take him to the police station.

As the SUV came into view, Spencer made his way to the passenger side, climbing in beside his best friend and rubbing at his brow with the headache that was starting to form, most probably due to the cabin pressure compared to the regular atmospheric pressure outrode the planes confinements. Relaxing into the seat he smiled over at the darker agent as he started up the car and pulled out into the line of cars at the exit to the airport.

"Sorry for having to pull you away from your holiday Pretty Boy, I know it's been a while since you and Remy saw each other, but its bad here kid. The three bodies showed up this morning just after I called you, bringing our count to fifteen and we still have no idea who we are looking at." Morgan sighed, he was the only one in the team who had met Remy before multiple times, the others had only met him once shortly after Spencer had been shot when Remy had arrived at the hospital after hearing the news via another informant he had in the FBI who had told him that 'the young agent in the BAU had been shot.' As the rest of the team had been taking on Hotch's case to try and track down Foyet, Remy had offered to take Spencer home with him. That's how spencer had spent his couple recovery weeks, with Remy at the mansion, under the watchful eye of Dr Hank McCoy.

Reid smiled sadly as he was brought back to himself, "its fine Morgan, Remy understands, but this means I'm extending my holiday when I get back, I'm having those two weeks off. Let's just get this guy fast, I have a very excitable Cajun waiting for me at home. I don't want to leave him alone for too long, he will rifle through my stuff and maybe blow something up." He smiled at the thought, knowing Remy did have a habit of going through Spencer's stuff trying to do it so the younger didn't know, but the slight OCD he had allowed him to realise that when Remy had moved something back and it was just slightly out of place. He smiled at Morgan's chuckle as they pulled into the parking lot of the police station.

"Alright kid, we will be back soon, promise." He shook his head as he led the way into the precinct and towards the room the LEO's had set up for the BAU use. They had seen the change in Spencer when he and Remy had moved up their relationship status, the kid was more relaxed at making innuendo jokes, although he could still blush like mad if the insinuation wax too heavy, he had definitely relaxed a bit.

The team looked up as the two agents entered the room, Reid immediately moving up to the map that was pinned to a board and mentally calculating the geographic profile as he took into account the pins that had already been marked on the board, showing possible abduction sights, the mass grave and the areas in which the newest three bodies had been found. He heard Hotch start talking informing both Morgan and himself about the findings regarding the three new victims, "all had the presence of the mutant x gene, yet when someone spoke to their families, they all confirmed that they had shown no signs of mutation before their abduction, two went missing a week ago and the other one just four days ago, he's escalating his game. He wants us to see he is smarter than us, he's dumping them right under our nose. There were no witnesses to the dumping." He said as Reid looked over to the board that contained autopsy photos of each victim. Here was where Spencer slipped away, he wasn't Remy's partner, he had to be professional now, he had to be SSAA Dr. Spencer Reid, otherwise he wouldn't be able to cope with the mass amount of torture done to the victims.

"These cuts, they are all so clinical." He hummed as he picked up a file, flipping through as he read it all. "The mutant x gene was inserted right into their blood?" he asked to himself as the others watched him or looked at their own files to answer the question.

"seems the case, each victim had multiple puncture wounds around the neck, ranging between four and thirteen, we think the longer they were held the more injections they got, the victim we found this morning who had been missing for four days only had four puncture marks, which makes us suspect he tops up the dosage everyday they are with him." Emily explained as she pushed the relevant file over to Reid. "he's smart, meticulous, he cuts their sternum directly down the middle, for what we aren't sure yet, but he stitches it up again shortly after, there are multiple lacerations to the body, if this is pure experimentation, we don't understand why he is taking this level of torture with the victims. We've identified the three that were found this morning as well as eight out of the original twelve. They were all low risk victims, working permeant jobs, with respectable incomes or students. We doesn't seem to have a specific victimology, the only consistency is the age between 25 and 30." She informed him as Reid took a seat.

The team spent several hours going over the information and filling in Reid when he had a specific question, smiling at having their youngest there, even if he had been pulled off his vacation, as he seemed to be coming up with questions that none of them had thought of yet, or maybe wouldn't have at all, as they watched his brain make leaps. "Reid why don't you go down with Morgan and have a talk to the ME about the three new victims, their autopsy's should be completed by now, see what you can find out, if there is anything different that could point to our Unsub making a mistake or his aim with these bodies other than just using the mutant x gene." Hotch ordered as the two mentioned agents stood up and made their way out of the room heading towards the ME's office at the local hospital which conveniently was just around the corner.

Reid looked at Morgan across the table as the ME explained the cause of death in each victim was consistent, they all seemed to have a single bullet wound to the head, but that occurred after there was evidence of the beginnings of organ failure. "He obviously saw they weren't going to survive and killed them." Reid mused as he looked down, frowning at the influx of pain in his headache, when he looked up again he had to squint as the light had changed, yet Morgan still stood in front of him, it just seemed the room had changed, he could no longer see a body, just the wooden table that looked like the conference room they were in at the police precinct. Morgan was wearing a white shirt that had been rolled up at the sleeves, and was resting his hands behind his head, his face stricken with worry."We've gotta find him." He heard the older Agent say, only building his confusion.

"Reid? Reid, you okay?" the voice pulled him back to himself as a hand touched his shoulder and he jerked back, looking wildly to his best friend now standing right beside him, and he was sitting down in a chair at the side of the examination room. "Reid you alright?" Morgan asked when he saw the kid's features focus again.

Reid took a moment, taking a few deep breaths and looked up at the elder man, "yeah, um sorry, I think I just got lost in my mind a bit, when did you change your shirt?" he asked, not seeing the confused look on Morgan's face as Reid closed his eyes and rested his head back. "I'm fine, let's get back to this?" he questioned as he stood with a stumble, letting Morgan help to steady him. "Kid, I think you should go back to the hotel, you don't look so hot. Maybe you need a nap, I don't think you guys would have got much sleep last night." He said trying to get his surrogate little brother to agree. When Reid looked like he was about to argue Morgan let go of his arm that was steadying the kid and watched him tilt slowly to the side until he found the wall to hold him up, letting out a sigh, he nodded and Morgan was sure he's won this one. "okay I'll take you to the hotel, we already have a room for you, so just take your stuff and go have a nap, I'll tell Hotch, I'll call you if we need you." He explained as he carefully lead the genius out of the morgue and towards the door, to get them to the SUV and back to the hotel. Calling Hotch on his way to let him know.

Reid dropped his bag on the bed as he made his way into the hotel, having recovered enough to walk on his own power. He let Morgan bring in his go back and check on him again before he ushered the other agent out so he could rest, suddenly feeling so very tired, the idea of a nap compelling. He stood and changed into his sleep clothes, and reached for his phone, mentally calculating the time difference between Las Vegas and home in DC. Shrugging to himself regardless he reached for his mobile to call the man he's just left. He felt his anticipation curling in his chest as he listened to the ringing and a sigh broke from his lips as the familiar drawl washed over him, "Bonjour mon amour, Comment allez-vous?" the Cajun spoke making Spencer smile and curl up on the bed,

"Hey Rems." He sighed happily, "I got sent back to the hotel, have a really bad headache, must be sleep deprived, got myself really confused in the morgue," he laughed quietly, "just thought I'd give you a call before I went to sleep."

The soft laughter from the other line made him smile and his shoulders slumped as he drifted half way, able to still listen to Remy as he spoke, yet relaxed enough that he never heard the door open until it was too late.