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"We might have a new hunt," Sam said, turning to his brother who was sitting on the motel bed next to him.
"Find something good?" Dean asked distractedly, gaze never leaving the T.V. screen.
"More like it found us." This made Dean finally turn away from that doctor show Sam couldn't stand.
"Did it? Is it Bobby?" He asked. Sam nodded.
"Yeah, thinks there's a witch killing people down in Tennessee," Sam told him.
"Well, then what are we still doing here? Let's go gank some witch-bitches." He said cheerfully, hopping off the bed. Sam chuckled and followed suit, grabbing his duffle and zipping it up. Sam wondered if they should pop in on their friend, Spencer, while they were down that way.
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Morgan and Prentiss left the morgue, walking through the parking lot.
"Have you noticed something strange going on with Reid lately?" Morgan asked.
"I thought you would never notice." She sighed.
"Oh, trust me, I noticed. I just wasn't sure you had until today." He said as they reached the car.
"How could I not?" She asked, closing her door as Morgan turned on the heat.
"What is going on with him? He's acting like a psychopath." She flinched, not because the words were harsh, but because they were true.
"I know. It's different from his behavior after the Hankle case. He's just not him." She said as they pulled out of the parking lot.
"What can we do about it?" He asked.
"An intervention, maybe?" Prentiss suggested.
"Maybe," Morgan muttered.
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JJ reluctantly walked up to Reid, who was working with his headphones on. He stood at the board, creating the geographical profile. She tapped his shoulder, but he didn't flinch like she had expected him to. Instead, he turned swiftly on his heel. He pulled off the headphones and music blasted out, filling the room. Loud music. She couldn't even imagine turning up the music on her earbuds half as loud. That was when she noticed the genre. It was metal, the singer screaming into the mic. She just stared up at him. He seemed so much taller than he had two weeks ago.
"Did you need something, Jennifer?" He sneered, and she couldn't recall what she had come to ask him.
"Uh, do you need any help?" She asked weakly, knowing the offer would not go over well with him. She had expected him to snap, tell her he didn't need help ever and go back to what he was doing. Instead, his eyes softened, almost pleading with her. He looked like he wanted to say something when his eyes hardened again and his jaw clenched so hard it looked like it might shatter. He tensed like he was fighting some internal battle.
"No." He ground out and put his headphones back on, turning away. She was shocked, and sat back down at her seat, deep in thought.
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The team had a theory that the UNSUB was hunting in bars and clubs, so that's where the team went. Morgan was stuck with Reid at a place called Dan's. They had been there for 30 minutes and Morgan was losing count of how many women had given their numbers to Reid. it was like the kid was just throwing off confidence in waves. Morgan resisted the urge to roll his eyes when a blonde woman in a red dress sauntered up to him, handed him her phone number on a napkin, and whispered something in his ear. She left the bar and Reid tucked the number into the pocket of his leather jacket. Sure, women were still hitting on Morgan, but it was just so weird seeing it happen to the kid.
Morgan took a drink of his beer, when a man walked up to Reid, smiling flirtatiously.
Morgan knew for a fact Reid was completely straight. Last time a man had hit on him, he became an embarrassing mess. Stuttering and blushing, but not knowing how to tell anyone no. But this time, Morgan almost choked on his drink. Because Reid started flirting back. He wound up with a kiss from the man and a phone number. Morgan just stared, shocked beyond words. Mostly because Reid was straight and he just kissed a man. Reid wouldn't do that. Then again, Reid wasn't being himself lately.
"Reid, what was that, man?" Morgan asked once the man was gone. Reid shrugged.
"What? He was hot." He said carelessly.
"But, you're straight," Morgan said, deadpan. Reid shrugged again.
"Eh." Was all he said in response, and Morgan just wanted to shake the truth out of him. Instead, he squeezed his fingers tighter around his quickly warming beer, scanning the bar again. By the end of the night, they went home empty-handed and, in Morgans case, with a bad feeling growing in his stomach.
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Morgan, Prentiss, and JJ were sitting at one of the small groupings of chairs on the jet. Rossi and Hotch were talking, the latter finishing up paperwork. Reid was stretched out on the couch, reading at his super speed. The book was in a language no one on the team recognized. It was older than the ones he usually read, but that was the least strange thing about him as of late. At least, it seemed like the least strange thing.
Prentiss, Morgan, and JJ were quietly talking about how to approach Reid about the way he had been acting.
"Do you think we-" Prentiss was saying when someone spoke behind her.
"Hey, guys." Reid said, causing them all to jump and whip their heads around to look at him. He was leaning casually against the back of Emily's chair.
"Uh, hey." Morgan said in that 'We-weren't-talking-about-you' voice.
"I just wanted to know if any of you wanted to come over to my place to celebrate a good case when we get back?" Reid suggested. He sounded like it wasn't a big deal, but the look in his eyes suggested otherwise.
"Oh, um, I mean yeah, I'd love to," Prentiss said, thinking that this could be the perfect opportunity to find out what was going on with him.
"I'm in," Morgan said, leaning back in his chair slightly.
"Sure, sounds like fun." JJ smiled. Maybe they should have thought something was wrong when he actually smiled back.
A/N: Hey guys! So, I know, not much Sam and Dean yet, but I just needed to introduce them. I love writing Creepy!Reid. Thank you to all who followed, faved, or reviewed! As always, I hope you enjoyed and I love to hear from my readers.