Disclaimer ~ I own absolutely nothing, so no complaining.
The sun was streaming through the streets, glaring off every reflective surface. Sunglasses could be seen on every single person, young or old. The streets were extremely busy, each store having at least 20 people in it. And this, of course, is a normal summer day in New York.
I can easily tell the tourists from the locals, with their "I Love NY" t-shirts and the maps held in their hands.
"Such easy pickings, you would think they would make it harder," I said under my breath. I straightened out my gray polo t-shirt and wiped my hands on my black slacks. With the weather getting cooler, more people are coming outside since it isn't blazing hot. It is the perfect time for some hunting.
Walking down the street, I notice a man, about the age 35 or so, walking with his head down. Perfect! Putting a calming, fake smile on my face, I walk up to him.
"Hi sir, sorry to bother you but I was cutting through the alley over here to quickly get to work. I must have dropped my keys in there and I can't seem to find them and I was hoping that you could help me. See, I'm really late and I can't get fired or I won't be able to pay for my son, Henry. Can you please help me? I'm sure with help I will be able to find them quickly," I quickly stammered out, adding a worried look to my face to complete the act. He gives me a once over, to see if I was telling the truth, then finally nods.
"Yes, that is fine. So where do you think you left them?" He asks as he walks into the alley. I follow him and take the knife out of my pocket. I silently walk up to him when we are far enough from the streets and stop behind him. He turns around and sees me.
"What are doing? He….." he finally rambled off as the knife slit his throat. Such a clean cut and yet so much blood, excellent. Quickly, I wipe the knife and put it back in my pocket. Then, I drag him off to the corner so it might take awhile to find him. Standing up, I look around, and seeing no one, wipe all traces of blood from my clothes, straighten up, and walk calmly out of the alley. A few yards from the alley stood another man who walked up to me.
"Hello sir, I was wondering if you have seen a man about my height wearing a black suit with a red tie? He was supposed to meet me here and I haven't seen him," the guy says worriedly. Ah, the guy in the alley. It seems he was not as alone as I thought he was. I look at him and decide to take the safest route.
"I am truly sorry but I have not seen him. Maybe he is just late. I would wait a few more minutes and see if he shows up," I say in a confident yet soothing voice. I look at my watch to check the time. "I'm sorry, I wish I could be of more help, but I really must be going. I'm sure he will show up soon," I say as I start to walk away. That was almost too easy. Either I'm becoming a better actor or the human race is just too trusting. I will have to say that it is probably both. Taking one last look over my shoulder, I head in search of food. Killing someone really does work up an appetite. I find this quaint little café and step through the door.
"Go ahead and take a seat, I'll be with you in a minute," states the waitress as she hurries by with a plate of hamburgers, fries, and soda. I find an empty seat in the back corner and take a seat. Stretching out in the booth, I take a count of the cameras and exits. Once all of them are found, my mind starts drifting back to the new blood of the day. A noise startles me out of my reverie and I realize the waitress was talking to me.
"I'm sorry ma'am, it has been a hard day at work," I said apologetically.
"No worries, I was only asking what you wanted, hun" she repeated back to me holding the pad of paper in her hand.
"I'll just have a slice of apple pie with some coffee, please," I answer accordingly while handing her back the menu.
"Sure, I will be back with your order in a few minutes," she said as she walked back behind the counter to grab the food.
Peering around the room, I notice a woman my age reading one of my favorite books and sipping coffee. She had chestnut brown hair that framed her hair in loose curls and skin that looked so fragile like it would break at any moment. But that wasn't what caught my attention. It was her eyes. They seemed to go on forever and her green blouse made them look ever greener. They looked like they could see into my soul and see my darkest secrets but also my deepest desires. They had a depth like no others that I have ever seen. As if feeling my stare, she looked at me and time seemed to freeze. We looked at each other as if we have never seen another human being before.
I hear a distant voice telling me my food is here and asking me for the payment. Without thinking, my mind and eyes still on this mysterious woman, I handed the waitress the credit card under my name, not an alias. The waitress takes it and a few seconds later places it back on the table and quickly taking my eyes off "green eyes", I put it back in my wallet. When I look back up she is gone. Like a ghost, she completely disappeared and left no trace behind.
Swiftly, I picked up my stuff and left the café, looking for her on the street. Seeing her nowhere, I walk back to my apartment with her clouding my mind. I stroll into the dingy building and climb the stairs to my room. Seeing it, I use my keys and kick the door open with my foot. Setting my things down, I walk over to the bed and gradually fall asleep.
I wake up groggily the next day with my mind finally clear. What I stupidly did the day before rushed back into my brain, the credit card. I run my hand through my hair in frustration.
"Well, shit!" I curse as the major problem made itself known.
Back at the BAU, a beeping woke Penelope Garcia up from her slumber. Looking up at the computer screen, she saw what woke her up.
"Oh My God!" she yells as she quickly gets up from her desk to tell the rest of the team. Rushing to the team, she finds them in the conference room. Bursting in without knocking, she excitedly tells everyone the news.
"Guys, we just caught a break. Spencer Reid used his own credit card in a café in New York City, New York. Looks like he isn't as smart as he thinks he is," she practically screams to the rest of them. Looking at Hotch, Rossi, and the rest of the team, she sees excitement on their faces.
"Wheels up in thirty, guys, we are going to New York," declares Hotch as he and the team leave the room. The only thought in everyone's head is that they might finally catch the infamous Spencer Reid, but they should be worried more then they realize.
