A/N Yay! new chapter I hope you guys enjoy it I can't wait to start publishing the really drama filled juice chapters but I've so caught up into school work and declaring majors that I had to take a bit of time off, but, all in all, more chapters are coming!I've also edited the first chapter a little bit. don't forget to read and review! 3
"Welcome to Milsberth where gossip flows like a raging river"
A man then walked out of the large office on the far wall looking over the bullpen. It was older white male probably around his late fifties, blond hair fading into white and scruff around his face, resembling a beard but not as full.
A smile came to his face as he started walking toward the agents. "Hi, I'm Sheriff Anders" Anders reached out his hand to Hotch who accepted it. "I just want thank you so much for coming out here so quickly, we haven't had something this big in..-O' who knows!" Anders added before clasping his hands to gather, giving a warm smile.
"We understand, is there a room where our team can set up?" Hotch asked, looking around the busy room.
"Far left corner," Anders pointed off into the direction of a conference room, "Sorry if it's a bit small. We have the press in one room and the others filled with numerous accounts on the incidents, but if you ask me it's more about people trying to get their five minutes of fame...I have a few more things to fill out, but if you need me I'll be in my office." Anders looked to Peters. "Make sure they have what they need." Anders then gave a short nod to Hotch and headed off to his office.
Peters looked at Anders condescendingly but returned his attention to the agents leading them to the conference room.
When Sheriff Anders said the room was small he wasn't joking. As the team crowded in they looked around at the little space they had. Peters clearly knew how small it would be and stood outside the doorway and walked back to one of the bullpens small desks in the middle of the room. Morgan wasn't claustrophobic, but there was no way all 5 of them could work in here at once. As the team uncomfortably walked around the table that seemed too large for the room, Hotch was the first to speak up.
"Seeing how words already spread about the killings I suggest we visit some of the family members to find out if our victims had anything in common. Morgan and I well go see the latest victims families, JJ and Rossi you two see what you can find at the morgue, Reid start working on the geographic profile and see what you and Garcia can find out about our victim's personal life."
Reid watched as his teammates pair off and walk out of the small room. It had seemed this case was going way too fast. Reid looked out from the rooms large windows as the team walked out of the building. 'It was strange', Reid thought looking around the busy room, walking over to close the door. The building again seemed outlandish, apart from community's humble simplicity. It was nothing like the houses they saw on their way here. Even from the inside it just didn't fit with the town. The ceilings were too low compared to the average family home, the walls were so gray and dull, but what what struck Reid the most was that each office, being 4 at each corner with the exception of the larger office at the end of the room, had windows giving a perfect view in of what was going on in each office yet the walls themselves had no windows, unable to see outside. The room had been lit with fluorescent lights across the ceiling, but a couple weren't turned on, that or they were broken.
Officer Peters must have noticed him scanning the room because Reid could feel the intense stare Peters was giving from the bullpen. Feeling a bit embarrassed and frankly a little creeped out Reid decided to call Garcia. Pulling phone out Reid began to dial Garcia, but he didn't have to wait long because Gracia had answered with her usual joyful self.
"Supertech to whizkid come in whizkid," Garcia answered with a small giggle at the end.
"Hi Garcia, I need you to look up some information on our victims." Reid said getting straight to the point.
"Sure thing Reid, watch'a need?" Garcia responded already typing away pulling up the information on their victims.
"See if our victims have any similarities with bank accounts such as deposits or withdraws, seeing how each victim is at a higher risk because of their authority and the age it's possible our unsub was looking at a money objective."
"Uh..Lets see..." Garcia began to open up each victim's bank account, scanning each one at rapid speeds. "Sorry sweetcheeks, looks like your average middle-class families, nothing worth killing over. The only thing that might be a good idea to look into is that all of the victims never left the town. A few vacations here and there but all of our victims lived and grew up here."
Reid furrowed his eyebrows and looked at the empty whiteboard fiddling with one of the markers in his free hand. Reid began to mumble under his breath before returning to Garcia on the phone "Garcia does it say anything about if the victims knew each other from a local school?" Looking over at the table, Reid picked up the names of the victims along with their photos from a case file and began to line them up on the whiteboard. "See if they're connected to Catherine Booker, our first victim."
"The retired teacher?..Lets see..She taught at the Milsberth elementary school for 19 years...And, oh! All of our victims went to school there but never had her has a teacher. They were either too old or too young."
"See if you can look through their personal lives to see if they have gone to similar coffee shops or some kind pattern in their spendings."
"Got it, peace out my crime-fighting friend." Garcia then ended the call leaving Reid back to the quite room.
Reid looked at the whiteboard, now having the picture of each victim and small amounts of detail, and began to processes the information. 'There had to be a connection. The deaths were too persist and all the victims worked with the government in some way, so the unsub could feel threatened by it or a personal have vendetta against authority. Most likely younger than the victims.'Reid thought, 'The deaths were particular and looked like the unsub had control over them.' Reid's mind began to collect information like a spiders thread on its web, connecting each one to complete its final design. 'Lack of authority...Vendetta...Younger...Athourty'
Reid was suddenly interrupted by a tap at the door. Turning around he noticed Peters standing before the closed door's window. Turing the knob Peters popped in his head, giving an unconvincing smile as he looked over to Reid. "Hey, You looked a bit lost in here. Anyway I can help?"
Reid looked at Peters with a surprised and questionable look. "Umm.. No I was just-" Reid walked around the large table closer to the door. "Actually, I could use some maps of the town if that's not a problem." Reid said realizing he could pinpoint each death on the map and hopefully look for a way they connected if his hypothesis was right.
Peters gave a nod and was going to turn away, before looking back. He looked down, biting his bottom lip and he was obviously bothered by something. Lifting his head he look at Reid and asked, "Why did they call you Doctor Reid? you seem awful young to be a doctor." Peters scoffed, looking serious, and Reid felt a bit awkward by the out of context question.
"Well, because I am. I have 3 PhD's in Chemistry, Mathematics, Engineering and BAS's in Psychology and Sociology." Reid said as he fiddle his hands together. He wasn't fond of boasting about himself to a complete stranger.
Peters looked at Reid with a irking face "So, what's a genius like you doing at the station while your team is out there doing all the work?" Peters asked in a nasty reply.
"Excuse me?" Reid was felt extremely confused and threatened by Peters sudden peculiar subject of conversation.
"How did you even get into one of the BAU's top teams if they just leave you here like child." Peters stepped closer eyes focused on Reid and arms crossed in an annoyed manner.
Reid just looked at Peters with a loss of words. He felt like he was being attacked and looked around the room. Somehow the room felt a lot smaller than it already was.
Peters gave a low grunt and walked out of the room mumbling low under his breath "..I'll get your maps, Doctor.."
Reid was left alone, again. The door still slightly opened as he watched as peters walked to the end of the bullpen and assumingly to the storage to get the map. Peters was like a whole different person when they met him, and he had seemed like a pretty simple man, but now Reid feared he had given the wrong impression.
Reid almost jumped when the sound of his phone went off. He quickly picked his phone up, bring it to his ear.
"Hey Spence, we're on our way back from the morgue. Turns out our victims were injected with high amounts of Adenosine."
It was JJ on the phone, but Reid still at awe at the Peters incident he didn't quite catch what JJ said.
"Reid?" JJ asked him, soudning worried that he hadnt replyed yet.
"Oh..Sorry umm...Adenosine?" Reids voice sounded croaky, but giving a small cough he returned to his normal tone. "That's a drug used in patients to lower heart rates. It affects a patient, or in this case our victims, almost immediately. But once injected when overdosed it can be fatal leaving our victims inoperative yet fully conscious."
"And thats not good, turns out there were multiple enjections couasing the victoms to be helpless for hours and with each new victom the ducege and number of injections where longer."
"But there were no signs of a struggle or abuse. What was he doing with the victims?" Reid asked JJ as he walked back to the white board writing down the new information.
"I dont know, but I have a feeling it wasn't good."JJ answered and gave a pause before starting off again "Hey, are you okay?"
Reid thought about what happend only a few mowments ago and whether he should tell JJ or not.
"Yeah, I'm fine."
"Okay...We'll see you in a bit." JJ replied, still uncertain and hanged up the phone
Reid hoped that his little fit with Peters was one-time thing and that he was just over thinking a simple question. Or maybe didnt. He pondered the question as he worked on the geographic profile.
Reid gathered up the case files on the desk as officer peters walked in with a pile of maps.
"Here we go, Doctor Ried" Peters said and place the pile of maps on the table. Some were small and somewhere large, each one showing a different part of the town and the forest surrounding, and even a travelers brochure. "I got all the maps I could find. I hope this helps."
"Thank you." Reid said as he searched through the maps, looking for the largest one of an arrival view.
Peters lingered in the room and turned around with a pitiful face. "Doctor Reid, sorry about early. I was merely upset that with your title you weren't in the field with the rest of your team." Peters apologized.
Reid felt a wave of relief. "No problem, thank you for your concern. I'm perfectly capable of helping my team just as much inside than out in the field." Although Peters seemed all and well, Reid noticed as he clenched his fist. His face might have seemed polite and thankful, but his actions showed otherwise. This gave a Reid an uneasy feeling.
Reid was glad that the problem was somewhat resolved and watched as Peters left the room. Looking over to his left, Reid noticed Sheriff Anders Walking toward him with a bright smile.
"How are you settling in?" Anders asked walking up to the small room.
"Good, thank you." Reid graciously replied.
"Peters treating you well? You know he's one of our best men-the town loves him." Anders said looking out to the bullpen like a proud father.
Reid looked at Anders, then at Peters to see a small family of three walked out of the witness room, greeting Peters all smiling and talking to each other. Reid still wondered about the incident before and what he saw now. Peters seemed like well-known guy, but there was something about him he couldn't quite figure out he seemed...fake. Like he was playing a role.
"How did Peters become deputy?" Reid asked curiously looking at Sheriff Anders
"Oh well, you see only about three years ago Peters was a regular townsfolk. Yep, working as a janitor can you believe it?" Anders laughed. "You see Peters saved a lot of people- a town hero so to speak. I guess he found what he loved because it wasnt long before he came to work here and soon enough he pushed his way through the ranks." Anders smiled looking out into the bullpen.
Reid wondered how a janitor could somehow be the deputy in only a few years. It seemed unrealistic. Even though Peters had apologized for earlier, and yet Reid was still unsure if he could trust him.
He decided to keep it to himself until further notice.
A/N Yay! I'm going to write more and I hope you guys and gals liked this chapter tell me what you think and if you have any questions feel free to ask! ;)