A/N: Wheehee! I was faster than I thought I'd be! Here is the next chapter. I hope you'll like it. And thank you for everyone who has faved/reviewed etc. this fic. I'm happy now. Plz review this chapter too. :)

I also put a cover to this. The picture is made by me but I used my DeviantArt username on it. In the picture you can see Terry and Audrey. Who? You'll find out. ;)

Las Vegas, Nevada
The 13th of July 1994, Wednesday

Spencer exited his home and found Matthew sitting on the grass of the front yard, drawing something. The younger boy was bending over his small sketchpad and his hand moved fast on the paper. It was almost like he wanted to finish it before anyone could see what he was doing. He was shielding himself and his drawing from the outsiders.

Silently, so he wouldn't disturb the boy, Spencer walked closer and sat next to Matthew. Now he was able to take a look on the picture on the page. It was from the previous day the two of them playing a game of chess. The picture was really good, almost like a photo. Drawn with extreme accuracy that even majority of adults weren't able to do, not to mention nine-year-old kids.

"You are pretty good." Matthew jumped at the sudden voice and backed up a few feet. His eyes were wide and he was seemingly terrified who had been speaking to him. Spencer was puzzled. What had happened to the boy that made him act like that?

"Hey, are you alright? I didn't mean to scare you."

"I… I'm sorry." Matthew bowed his head in shame.

"There is no need to be. I bet I would've also gotten quite a fright if someone had so suddenly sneaked up at me. Come here." Spencer tapped the grass on the spot Matthew had sat. Slowly the younger boy came closer and sat next to Spencer.

"I'm sorry…" He said again.

"I'm the one who should apologize."

"But I… Last time someone did that to me… They ripped all my drawings…" Matthew still refused to look Spencer. He hugged his knees tightly against his chest and pressed his forehead against them. "I didn't want these get ripped too…"

Spencer didn't say anything. He wrapped his right arm around the boy's shoulders and held him close. Matthew stiffened at first at the touch but relaxed then. He let go of his knees and cried silently on Spencer's shoulder. To the boy Spencer was one of the few he could truly trust.

"Where have you learned to draw this well?" Spencer indicated the sketchpad Matthew had picked up. Now he was drawing another picture. This time it was a little girl dressed up as Snow White.

"I just draw things I see again and again. Every time I get better and better. I trust my eyes and my memory when I draw something. They're... things I rely on when I observe people. I watch how they act around me and remember it for the next time I see them. So I know whether they want to hurt me or just talk to me. And that's how I remember so accurately things and am able to draw this well. It's part of my self-defense." Matthew looked up from the drawing and smiled sadly to the older boy. "There aren't many people I can trust. You and P-Phoebe are one of the few."

"Who's Phoebe?" That one was also a fake name. "That girl?" Spencer pointed the girl in the drawing.

"Yeah, that's Phoebe…" They fell into a silence. There wasn't anything to say anymore. Spencer watched Matthew bending over the picture again and starting to work with the details of Phoebe's hair. The boy's own hair fell over his face and covered the picture even more. Spencer noticed now a pencil case on the grass for the first time. It was full of stuff: some erasers, compasses, a ruler, two sharpeners and a lot of different kind of pencils. A typical pencil case for an art student but not for a young boy. There was something missing and it took a while for Spencer to figure out what it was.

"Where are the coloring pens?" Matthew looked up in confusion.

"What?"

"The colors. Don't you use colors?" Spencer repeated.

"Oh… not really… I haven't used any colors since I was six. My teachers find it weird but… I just can't use them anymore." There was a far-away look in the boy's eyes. "I try. When I'm with Phoebe but to me the world has become very black and white and it shows up in these pictures."

Spencer frowned. What had happened to the boy? What had made him lose the colors of the world and become so scared about people around him? And who was this Phoebe?

Atlanta, Idaho

"Hey, Spence, wake up. We're here." JJ was shaking gently Reid's shoulder. The plane had just landed and he hadn't been the only one to sleep the rest of the flight. After all it had lasted several hours. Reid opened his eyes slowly and looked around himself in confusion. What had happ-? Right, he was in the plane with his colleagues. He had been dreaming.

"I'm awake." Reid smiled to the blond agent and got up from his seat. Garcia was gathering her things and Hotch was already at the door waiting for them all to get ready. Prentiss stretched on her seat and got up too. She exchanged a couple of words with Rossi before following their leader out, Morgan on the tow. JJ went next and then came Reid and Garcia.

"Did you find anything?" The doctor asked quietly.

"Too much matches. We have to find something to narrow the search down." The tech whispered back. Reid nodded and turned then to look at Hotch who was greeted by a female officer.

"My name is Martha Nolan. Oliver asked me to come and pick you up. The way to the police station is quite tricky." She introduced herself and shook hands with Hotch briefly. The profiler's face didn't show anything but he couldn't help thinking who an earth was this 'Oliver'. Nevertheless, the agents filed up to two black SUV-cars and started to drive towards the police station.

"That's enough! I'll not tolerate this anymore!" An angry voice was heard behind a pair of glass doors which led to the bullpen of the homicide division. Officer Nolan sighed in a way that told to the agents that the argument had started a bit before she had left to pick them up from the airport. Another voice answered heatedly.

"You won't even listen to me and my views!" That voice said. It was slightly younger than the other one but the both were male voices.

"Yes, I won't because it's not–…"

"It's not what? Made by a police officer? Based on evidence? Actually it is, you just don't see beyond the obvious! Everything is in front of your eyes but you refuse to take a closer look and see the connections."

"Terry, step down already and leave this to us. The BAU is already on their way and will be here at any moment to help us with this case…"

"By 'us' you practically mean yourself and your minions. And the BAU? Oh, great… just great. You actually trust some outsiders without any knowledge of this area or its inhabitants more than your own brother?"

"In this case… yes!"

"Fine, have it your way then! But for your information I already know where these robbers will strike next."

"What? Te-Terence Reed, get back here!"

There was no answer. Instead the doors swung open and a young man stormed out. He was probably only a high school student from the way he was dressed up. A light blue buttoned-up shirt with a dark-green vest (buttons open) and dark-grey jeans. He had a shoulder bag so full of books it barely was closed and had tied his shoulder length umbra-colored hair on a ponytail behind his neck. In his feet he had a pair of black Converses. All in all he wouldn't stand out on high school corridors.

The boy stopped dead at the sight of the agents. His dark brown eyes scanned the group for a few seconds, absorbing all possible information he could get by that one glance, before he continued past them like he hadn't even stopped. Officer Nolan sighed again.

"Get in before Oliver bursts out. Although I doubt he'll do it but as Terry is his brother anything is possible and… Just get in."

The agents stepped in. The bullpen was mostly empty but one man was still there. He was standing at one of the desks, leaning heavily against it his head bowed down. His short-cut hair was dark brown but lighter than the younger man's who they'd just 'met'. He lifted his head up, spared a glance on the BAU before addressing to the female officer: "Martha, don't tell me…"

"Only the last few parts of the argument." The woman smiled and walked to her own desk. "I wish you luck this case. It's making us all quite frustrated." She told the agents.

"Thank you, Martha." The man gave her a look that silenced her. He walked to the agents and extended his hand to Hotch. "Detective Oliver Reed, I'm in response of this case."

"Supervisory Special Agent Aaron Hotchner." Hotch introduced himself and turned then halfway towards his team. "SSAs Rossi, Morgan, Prentiss and Doctor Reid…" The detective raised his left eye brow at this. "… our media liaison Jareau and technical analysis Garcia."

"Good that you came. We are indeed rather stuck at the moment. And Terry…" Oliver cut himself short. "Never mind about that. I have everything organized for you already." He led the feds to a spacy room which seemed to be used on conferences or something similar. There were some whiteboards ready and a large map on the wall with red pins pointing the crime scenes. On the table were several files, one for each place.

"If you happen to need anything just ask and… For Heaven's sake!" Oliver strode to the wall area next to the map. It was covered black and white photos. "I told him to take these off."

"You told who?" Rossi asked.

"Terry, my brother. I told him to use the official photos taken by Officer Anderson but no… Mr. Know-It-All doesn't listen to me…" The Detective was replacing the photos with colored ones from a file on the table. After doing it, he chucked the black and white ones a top of a file placed on a side table behind the white boards. "I'll leave you now. Arguing with Terry gives me just a head-ache. Does anyone of you want some coffee?"

"No thanks, we'll start working now." Hotch said curtly. Oliver nodded and was about to leave but turned around and faced Reid.

"Before I go… doctor, how's your name spelled?"

Reid blinked a couple of times for the sudden question before answering: "R-E-I-D. Why you ask?"

"Just curious. We are not related then in any way. R-E-E-D." Oliver smiled and left.

The team started working. They had now more accurate information about the hostages and the victims in their files but it wasn't helping much. They were men, women, old, young, black, white, Latino, Asian… There was nothing significant to connect them.

"Garcia, go through the surveillance cameras. Maybe we can get the measures of the UnSubs to narrow down the suspects." Hotch said after a while of a fruitless search.

"The suspects who we don't even have." Morgan mumbled quietly. Prentiss smacked his arm.

"Yes, Bossman. The Empress of the Highways of Wisdom is on her way." Garcia replied behind her beloved computers and her fingers started to fly on the keyboard.

Reid looked around the room. Something was off. He had gotten the feeling when he had stepped on the room for the first time but he couldn't quite put a finger on it. He looked at the photos. "Everything is in front of your eyes but you refuse to take a closer look and see the connections…"

"And now you are quoting Terry." A voice said from the doorway. Oliver was back, leaning against the doorframe and sipping coffee.

"How long has your brother helped you with this case?" Reid asked without removing his gaze from the photos.

"Since the beginning. Because of him I postponed calling you here. I thought he could figure something out like he had done before."

"Pretty risky to trust someone… without a uniform to help." Prentiss tried to phrase her message without possibly hurting the Detective's feeling towards his brother.

"Yeah, but Terry is really smart. Two months ago he helped us to solve a murder case. He found a tiny piece of evidence that led to the arrest." Oliver moved a teaspoon absent-mindedly in the cup, weighing what he should say. "But now I can't allow him continue with this."

"And why is that? If you trusted him enough to let him start with this case and even postponed calling us here, why you chuck him out now?" Morgan frowned.

"For his own health. When he is working on a case, he refuses to take his meds. Short amounts of time are fine but this has been going on for weeks now. The longer he goes on, the worse he'll be. I don't even know what exactly is the thing that was diagnosed on him."

"I see…" Reid said quietly as his eyes caught the sight of the black and white photos and the 'stray-file' on the side table. He picked them up and sat down at the conference table. On a closer look he could see the photos weren't photos at all but pencil drawings. Very accurate drawings.

"I trust my eyes and my memory when I draw something." Maybe this Terry was similar to Matthew.

"Everything is in front of your eyes but you refuse to take a closer look and see the connections…" What is right in front of our eyes? The things you notice at first when you step into a room.

There were some things highlighted on the drawings. Some architectural details or furniture… Both inside and outside, depending on the place in question.

"Reid, did you find anything?" Hotch asked.

"I guess… Garcia, would you see if any art prizes were given to the hostages?"

"Art? That's quite interesting insight to this…" The tech commented. "Bingo, all of them. Every single one of them has participated to AIA's designing competition and won. Some of them… actually majority of them have also studied there."

"What's AIA?" Morgan asked immediately. Oliver was the one to give the answer to that question.

"Atlanta's Institute of Arts. I know it because that's the place where Terry studies at the moment."

"Really? But isn't that institute… like comparable to universities?" JJ frowned.

"Terry is twenty." The Detective stated like it would've been the most obvious fact in the world. His eyes locked on the file Reid was reading. "You interested in his theory?"

"Yes, he actually has quite interesting views written down on this. According to this, the previous hostage gives us a clue what will be the next place. The UnSubs must know the routines of everyone who they're taking as a hostages and the fact that they visit the places the previous hostages has been taken."

"Not only that. The hostages are actually taken on the order they have won." Garcia commented. "And if that theory is right… The next one will be last year's winner from the place the winner before him has designed."

"And who is that person then?" Rossi asked.

"Terence Reed."

Klonk.

Oliver's empty coffee cup fell on the floor.

"What?!" He snapped.

"And the place in question is supposed to be a cafeteria called…" Garcia continued quickly but didn't have a chance to end her sentence when Officer Nolan came to the room.

"Oliver, there has been another attack."

"Where?"

"Caffeine Forest." At that answer, Oliver paled visibly.

"Let's go." He took his jacket and left after the woman. Hotch followed them and gave his orders to his team at the same time.

"Rossi, Prentiss, you stay here. Start working on with the preliminary profile. JJ, try to keep media out of this for now. Morgan and Reid with me. Garcia, expect the surveillance camera films at any moment."

They arrived to the scene which was already surrounded by a yellow crime scene tape. A couple of officers were taking statements from the witnesses while a few more were keeping the curious spectators away. Suddenly one of the witnesses spotted them coming. She ducked under the tape and ran to Oliver. She was wearing a red dress, a white short-sleeved shirt under it, white pink-striped tights and a pair of red platform boots. Over everything that she had a short red cape with a hood.

"Oliver, this is horrible." She said. "This is horrible."

"Hey, who are you? Little Red Riding Hood?" Morgan asked before he could stop himself. Hotch shot him a glare. The girl looked at him.

"Isn't it obvious?" She scoffed. "My name is Audrey Mason."

"Audrey, what is horrible?" Oliver sighed even though he had a good idea about it.

"I was in that cafeteria with Terry, listening to him while he complained about this case and how you never listen. According to him he knew who was the master mind behind everything this." The girl, Audrey, glared the detective. "And then they came. They robbers shot the clerk… poor Robert… the medics said he'll be okay though…"

"Audrey…"

"I'm coming to it! The robbers were threatening all of us. One of them even pointed me with a gun. And they asked…" The girl paused and closed her eyes for a second. "They asked which one of us was Terence Reed. And Terry stepped forward, without any hesitation. They took his wallet to confirm his identity and after tossing it aside, they dragged him away." Now there was a couple or tears glistening in Audrey's eyes. "But I trust him. He said he knew what was going to happen and that he'd be fine but I don't know how…"

Reid watched the girl playing with a lock of her hair absent-mindedly and looked at 'the stray-file' he had accidentally taken with him. There was a post-it stuck on the front cover.

'To S.R.
Hopefully you are smart enough
to consider everything written to this file.
It might speed up your investigation a bit.
Wait for my message tomorrow.
T.R.'

A/N: Okay. What did you think? Tell me plz so I work hard with the next chapters. :)