In someway the round table didn't look right to Reid. He was consciously aware that the room was exactly the same as it always had been. But being kidnaped once again, shooting his friend, and being heavily drugged yet again by an Unsub, left him feeling like the world around him was soft. "Do you want to go home, and take a nap Spence?" He didn't want to. Regardless of how uncomfortable he felt, "Come on hun, I'll give you a ride."
Gideon rubbed his head, "I think I may do the same thing."
"Well, didn't we get far?" Prentiss laughed, "Honestly, I could use a little rest myself. I'll see you bright and earlier tomorrow guys," she got up and haphazardly tossed all of her papers into her side bag, "You want some company JJ?"
Smiling a smile they hadn't seen in a long time since her husband got killed on his first day of his new job in Washington D.C.. "Let's go Spence, you look like hell."
"Thank you!" He laughed to dull his sarcasm. "Get some rest Emily. We have an Unsub to find."
They left the room together, JJ helping Reid who was more than a little rubber legged. Prentice giggled softly, "I do have to say that it nice to see her smile again." She started towards the door, "Well, I'm gonna follow our teammates lead, have a good night." Emily closed the door behind her.
Gideon shrugged and put on his glasses. He began looking through the files that were already put together, "We had a profile on this guy, but there seems to be only one problem."
Morgan poured himself a cup of coffee from the stainless steel insulated carafe that was on their table. "Aren't you going home?" Morgan went to take a big gulp before realizing how hot it really was, "Fuck that's hot." Gideon began laughing at him in a mild manner, "You're back for less than five hours and already laughing at me again. Go get some rest you got drugged yourself."
"I'm gonna be fine Derek." Jason shrugged and went back to his papers, "Like I was saying, there's a problem." Morgan moved closer, right here pointed at the floor of the room where the bodies were. The mayor was positioned against a support beam and in front of her feet leading towards a window was a long trail of blood.
Morgan knew what that trail, the drag marks meant. He knew someone had dragged Sam across the floor to the window. Though it was possible it was Gideon or Reid in an hallucinogenic stupor the chances leaned towards it being a second Unsub. "Alright man, let's take a look at this, I'll call everyone back." Morgan reached for his phone, and punched in Prentiss' number, "I know you just left, and must have just reached your car, but I need you to come back up."
She sighed so hard Gideon was able to hear her from across the table. "I'll be right up." Prentiss went to hang up and muttered, "Asshole!"
Morgan could only laugh, "Alright, so Reid and Jenn, call Hotch for me."
"I'm back for no more than five hours and your already bossing me around?" Gideon went to pour himself a cup of coffee. "No, I think the three of us can get a good start, I'll call for a Pizza." He put one hand on Morgan's cell hand, "Is Vocelli's still around?"
"How about a little Chinese on the side?" Prentiss already had here phone at the ready.
"I'm happy to pay and pick it up, I just need to get out of here for a little while."
Gideon nodded, "I completely understand."
"That doesn't mean that I'm not interested in what you boy's dug up for me." She moved closer to take a look at the photo Morgan and Gideon were hunched over. "Someone drug her out of there." She couldn't help but reach for her phone, "I've got to tell Reid and JJ." She called JJ first and followed that up by calling Reid when she didn't answer.
Reid had no intention of answering either, but felt compelled to. JJ took the phone from him and tossed it to the back seat of her car. "We're not going back Reid." She winked seductively at him, a move that he quite obviously missed. "Here, text one of the boy's and tell them we will be in at 0500." Reid obeyed what she told him to do, once he finished it didn't take long for them to get to JJ's house. "You hungry Spence?"
"Have I ever told you that you're the only one who calls me that?"
She put her hand on his thigh, "For someone who has an close to perfect memory you forgot about our Redskin's game." She gave him another wink, one that he was able to pick up on, "But thats not really an answer."
"Um, well" He began, "I could eat." Spencer smiled his typical vexed simper and leaned, twisting into the back and grabbed his phone, "why did you have to throw it so far?" He spoke to the never before used back of the backseat, "You knocked the-" Reid was stretching for the battery that she knocked out before she pulled him back to the seat by his belt, and straddled him.
Lip locked they stumbled there way into the house and directly passed the Nanny that she had hired three years earlier. It took both Reid and JJ a moment to notice the young Somalian woman watching them tearing at each other like a pair of rabid-lascivious-teens. "I need to talk to Mary and say goodnight to Henry. Go upstairs, and hop in bed."
"Thought we were gonna eat."
JJ shock her head flirtatiously, "I was hoping that you will be in a few minutes."
Spencer's cell rang about Two a.m., "Listen Morgan, we're gonna be there in a few hours can't we," he caught himself in mid-sentence, "I, mean I get a little more sleep."
"Who's the bitch Spence?" Sam's angry voice came over the phone.
JJ lifted her head off of Reid's chest when he sat up. "I thought that you said I was the only one who called you Spence." She said rather flirtatiously, "What's going on?" JJ whispered when she saw the panicked concern in his face.
"Sam? Where are you?" Reid scowled in a worried sort of way, "Call Garcia and the team." he mouthed to JJ.
She turned to her desk and grabbed franticly for her phone.
"You can tell Jennifer that I already have her phone, and have called everyone for you." Sam's voice was calmer until she started to scream, "Tell her!"
"Jenn," Spencer started calmly and directly, "your phone has been taken, and the team has been called."
She continued to look for her phone, for panics-sake.
"Tell her the call is being traced already, that I'm gonna leave the phone running and next to her whinny little brat," Sam paused, "Oh yes, and that she's gonna need a new nanny! A Peruvian one is the best!" The sound of the phone hitting Henry's forehead, bounced through Spencer's cell like a watermelon breaking over a microphone.
"Mommy, I want to go home." He was yelling loud enough that JJ could hear her son from the other side of the bed.
