A/N: Revised on 9/19/14 for spelling mistakes but that's all.
"Detective Gibson," said the man who gave his hand out to Reid.
"Dr. Spencer Reid," he said, introducing himself. "Have you started a search yet?"
"We are getting it started. But, I need you to tell me everything you can about the man." Gibson said.
"I've already told you all I can. I'm not trying to be rude, but I want to help you find this guy! He nearly killed mt friend!" Reid responded.
"Yes, yes, I understand. But in the mean time, I have some information to share with you." Detective Gibson said, obviously stressed.
"What is it?" Reid asked.
"I believe this was no random attack. There has been murders in the same way Mr. Gideon was attacked. Fortunately, you came in at the perfect moment. All of the victims were stabbed 11 times and then their throats slashed. So not only are we looking for him because of an attempted murder, but for the murders of 3 other men." Gibson explained.
"Wow. When did they happen?" Reid asked, surprised.
"Last one, two days ago, one before that, four days ago, and the first one, six days ago. One every two days. Actually, we put in a request for your team. But, we haven't got a response yet." he said.
"Yeah, sorry about that. Well, today is Tuesday. And you've got me until Friday. If he strikes again Thursday, we might be able to catch him in the act. Also, I can see if my team will come, but they are pretty busy, and usually Agent Jareau decides which cases we do, but since it now involves Gideon... I don't know. I'll see." said Reid.
"Thanks. I'll have someone set up a place for you to work. But, before you go, you might want to go to the hospital. I was told he is awake. You can visit, maybe get some information if you can. But, don't push it. We can always do it later." Detective Gibson said.
"Thank you. You know, it's better to have one of us then none. In fact, did you know that Gideon was once a member of our BAU team? He retired about 4 years ago." Reid told Gibson.
"Actually I didn't. Hopefully that doesn't have anything to do with the case. But, then again, anything helps. I'll see you in a little bit. Good luck." and with that he walked off toward the house with one of the investigators.
Reid got into the rental car and drove it to the hospital. He knew where it was because he saw it on the way to Gideon's.
After he parked he went to the information desk and asked where Jason Gideon was. The answer: room 306 on the third floor.
Reid thought about what he might say to him after so long. But, him thoughts turned angry when he thought about the ski masked man.
When the elevator stopped on the third floor, he was ready.
Reid knocked on door 306 then entered.
"Gideon? It's Reid." he said as he went in. "How are you?" he asked.
"Well, besides being almost killed, pretty good. What are you doing here?" Gideon replied.
"Ummm... I had Garcia look up your address after all this time. I... I just really needed to visit. Good thing I did." Reid said with a smile.
"Yup. Have you talked to the detective here?" Gideon asked.
"Yes, I have. It turns out you were very lucky. The guy who tried to kill you? He's already killed three people in your neighborhood. 11 stabs then a slash to the throat. One more minute and you would have been dead." Reid explained.
"And to think I had left to get away from all of this." he said, exhausted.
"Well, I'm going to let you rest. But, one more question. Did you see the guy? Do you know him?" Reid asked.
"No. It was so random. I was in the kitchen preparing a meal when he snuck up from behind me and stabbed me. I tried to fight back, but he over powered me and started stabbing me more. I'm sorry I can't tell you any more." Gideon said.
"No, it's okay. You're just lucky to be alive right now. You just get your rest. I'll talk to you later. Oh, I almost forgot. Garcia wanted me to tell you hi. So, hi." Reid said, heading for the door.
He looked back as he left, but Gideon was already, exhausted from the recent ordeal.
As he drove to the police station, Reid did his best to review what he knew so far, which wasn't much. He couldn't start building a profile until he knew more of the details. He just hoped he could do it on his own. Usually they did it as a team, with each member specializing in different things. I.Q. Of 187 didn't mean that he knew everything.
No matter how much Morgan thinks I do, he thought to himself.
At the station he pulled out his phone to call the BAU. Maybe they could help. The local police had invited them. First he called JJ's number, but it said it was unavailable. Well, that's strange, he thought.
Next he tried Hotch and Rossi, with the same result. Even Garcia's phone. And Reid knew he was putting in the correct numbers.
Maybe it's just my phone, he thought. I'll try again later, with a different phone.
Quickly as he could, Reid got as much info into a folder about the case as he could, and headed to the nearest hotel.