I`ve decided to talk to Morgan about Reid today on the plane to Tolken Ridge. He seems to know him better than anyone else. So I`ve pulled him aside and now to the awkward part.
"Hey Morgan, can I talk to you?"
Uncle Jason raises an eyebrow. I guess he thinks I`m about to ask Morgan out.
"Sure, kid."
We walk out of hearing range and the put together speech I have turns into a blurred way to fast mess.
He grins, "You wanna ask Reid out."
"Yeah... I mean... Is he seeing anyone? Does he ever like... talk about me or anything?" I`m blushing, I can feel it.
"He was talking about you the other day. How nice is to have someone his age on the team and how smart you are," then in more of a whisper, "He was blushing too."
He chuckles and walks back to where the team was sitting on the plane. I feel so uncomfortable that I start to think about my weight again. And into the bathroom I go. I try not to gag as I throw up, but I can`t throw up much as I haven`t eaten in three days anyway. But I don`t gag too loudly and when I walk out of the bathroom this time no one notices. Except Reid. I don`t think he notices but he`s looking at me. Morgan must`ve talked to him. I feel my face getting hot again and walk to Uncle Jason instead of back to Reid where I was sitting before.
"Hey kiddo. What was that about?"
"Reid," I whisper.
He smiles. "Oh I thought it was Morgan you were after. Reid`s a nice kid. Like you."
"Yeah, I know he is."
Tolken Ridge is hot. And humid. On more than one occasion I`ve almost passed out. Not good. Especially since everyone seems to think chocolate will help. I can`t eat that, I`ll never be able to live with myself.
Anyway, the case is harder than I thought. There isn`t too much investigating going on, just profiling. I`ve worked as a homicide dective before but this is my first time using the psychology piece of my training. We have three main suspects. But no proof other than the fact that they fit the profile. Reid and I are working on that. We`re both so flustered and nervous around each other now. Maybe talking to Morgan was a mistake. Well, its too late to change it now. I just hope Reid doesn`t think I`m fat or something. I`ve been told I`m too skinny, but I don`t believe it. I weigh 95 pounds, but I never share my weight because I don`t want to be accused of having an eating disorder. Then they`ll want to make sure I eat.
We walk out of the police station and to the first suspects house. Now I haven`t eaten in eight days and its a blessing that I`m even still moving around. Down to 90 pounds though. I feel dizzy already and the heat and the excitement of pulling out my gun and Morgan kicks in the door are getting to me. We enter the house and arrest Michael Mogart. On the way back out I collapse. I feel too weak to get back up.