A/N : I'm going to be doing something a little new for me. This chapter is going to focus on Celeste, and then Reid will have the next chapter. The pattern will continue until the end.

Celeste sighed as she fell into her seat on the plane. She was the first to arrive out of the whole team, and she was happy to finally have a moment to herself. She had an extra ten minutes before the rest of the team showed up. She pulled out her cellphone and dialed a number she new by heart.

"Jaime Vegas' phone." A deep man's voice answered, and she could not help but smile.

"Hello Jeremy. May I please speak to Jaime?" Celeste smiled brightly as she thought back to the moment she met Jamie Vegas, the necromancer member of the Interracial Council. She had been walking home from the drug store, when she saw a flashing sign at a theater. It told of a free performance by the famous spiritualist, Jamie Vegas. She had decided to go in, and when she did, she was surprised to see several ghosts on the stage; speaking to a redhead in a lime green dress.

But what really surprised her, was when Jaime addressed one of the ghosts directly. It was a woman in an overcoat, the kind that old people wore at night. Celeste moved to the front row, and sat down in an empty seat. One of the ghosts looked down at her and smiled, then whispered into the ear of the woman on stage. Jaime's eyes went wide and she turned sharply, looking down and meeting eyes with Celeste. After the show, Jaime had sent her assistant to collect Celeste and bring her backstage. They soon became quick friends.

"Why hello there. Hows your new job working out?" Jaime's voice brought warmth to Celeste's heart. She could hear the smile on Jamie's lips through the phone.

"Its very good. I'm really enjoying it. I was wondering if you could check something for me though. The last name Reid; is it popular in the necromancer community?" Celeste twisted a strand of her hair around her finger, leaning back in her seat and placing her heeled feet across the empty seat beside her.

"Yea, I can check. But I don't know the name. I can ask around. Finn might be able to run a background check though. Why?"

"Oh, he works on my new team. Which, speaking of, here they come. I have to go. I'll call you from the hotel when I get a chance." Celeste hung up her phone just as Reid and Morgan stepped onto the plane. Celeste smiled at the boy genius and sat up straight, crossing one leg over the other. Morgan smiled at her and took the empty seat.

"Hello Beautiful. So we meet again." Celeste smiled and giggled, leaning over the arm rest between them, resting her chin in her palm. Her eyes darted over to Reid, who sat in the farthest seat in the back of the plane. Hotchner, and the rest of the team then filed through the door.

"Hello there Charming. So, whats up with the doctor? Is he always this quiet?" She smiled as she watched Morgan's face fall for a split second, but then he smiled again.

"Oh yea, he's been pretty weird lately. He normally spouts all these facts about everything. But lately, he hasn't spoken much." Celeste nodded and galnced over at Reid. He had his legs pulled up onto the seat, and a book across his knees; obviously trying to hide his face from view. She smiled and shook her head. She couldn't see anything around him; no ghosts at all. But she had been sure she saw one when he was alone in the conference room.

The rumble of the engines of the plane suddenly spooked Celeste out of her daze. She jumped slightly and sat back in her seat. Rossi chuckled softly. Celeste smirked and stuck out her tongue at the older man, only prompting him to laugh more.

"What are we, twelve?" Rossi smiled and took his seat across the table from Hotch, who laid out the case files he had been carrying with him. Emily and JJ sat in the middle of the plane, each carrying their own files. Celeste scanned the members of her team, and settled on Hotchner once more. A woman stood behind him, with short auburn colored hair. She wore a pair of blue jeans, and a blue and white stripped flannel shirt. She lifted her hand, settling it on Aaron's shoulder, but her fingers just glided right through him. Celeste heard the woman choke back a sob as she slowly faded from view.

"Celeste?" Celeste blinked and shook her head, looking up at Rossi who had addressed her. She tilted her head and smiled softly, apologizing as she asked him to repeat what he had said. "I asked if you knew what the alter symbolizes for the unsub." Celeste nodded and pulled out her iPad from her bag at her side.

"Its possible, that they were trying to undo what they had done. Black candles are used in Undoing spells, but those spells only call for one candle, and no dogwood or vervain." Celeste pulled up on her iPad a list of places that sold Wiccan spell ingrediants. "Any of these places could be where the unsub got what he needed. And, also, we should not rule out that the unsub could be a female. Wicca is very big with women. In 2001, the ARIS held a telephone poll, and found that 200,000 of the 750,000 people in the poll, were women," Celeste looked up to see Reid looking at her, his pen pressed against his lower lip.

"In 2008, they redid the poll, and found that the number had doubled, from 200,000 to 400,000. What dates were the killings?" Celeste looked up and over to Hotchner, who pulled his notes from his case file.

"The first victim was found to have died on the seventh of August, the second was killed on the eighteenth, and the third died on the fifth of September. The fourth was killed on the fourteenth, and each victim was found a week after their death, exactly."

"None of the dates match up with any of the Wiccan Sabbets." Reid answered suddenly. Celeste smiled and looked up at him, nodding her head.

"So, then why did the unsub take the them a week after their deaths? And how are they getting inside and back out of the morgue without being seen?" Derek asked.

"They could work there. Or have access to a back entrance." Emily offered.

"When we land, Reid and Celeste can go to the Police station with me and JJ. Morgan, you and Prentis will go to the second crime scene, and Rossi, I will meet you at the third. Once Celeste checks in with the cheif of Police, she and Reid can go to the fourth. Morgan, have Garcia get a list of all employees in the victims doctor's offices, hospitals they went to, and jobs they held. This unsub obviously has some connection with a hospital or else they wouldn't be able to get into the morgue."

Celeste leaned back in her seat and looked out the window, watching the clouds slowly float around her. She had to be careful with what she said. This case could just be some psycho, who had an uncanning ability to guess at what they were doing; or it could be another human trying to break the barrier between the supernatural and natural world. This case had obvious signs of necromancy, which is why Lucas and Paige had offered it to her. She was the closest necromancer to the FBI, and she knew the people, both human and supernatural, of Vancouver.

She just couldn't get over the fact of what she had seen. She could have sworn she saw a man standing behind Spencer in the conference room. But then he was gone in the blink of an eye. Spencer had obviously felt him too, but could it had just been a coindiance? Could he be a necromancer too? But, then why hadn't he seen the ghost woman with Hotch?

"Celeste! Its so nice to see you again. Sorry it has to be under these circumstances." Police Cheif Hayes shook her hand hard, and Celeste smiled happily. It had been years since she had seen her old friend. She introduced the rest of her team to the cheif, and excused herself along with Reid. Cheif Hayes nodded and sent one of his officers with them as they left for the most recent crime scene. Celeste climbed into the passenger seat of the large SUV they had driven in from the airport, and pulled her iPad back out from her bag. As she was looking through the pictures of the case, she noticed Reid leaving the station. She looked up, watching him as he made his way to the car. He was mumbling something, and rubbing his cheek where she had seen the man touch him. As he opened the driver's door, he looked up and jumped; obviously startled that Celeste was in the car.

"Oh, Celeste. H-Hello." Celeste smiled at the nervousness that came off the man in waves. She could never understand why everyone called him a boy. He was very clearly young, but it was abundantly clear that he was much older than he looked. Reid started the car, and off they went.

"Spencer, how are you? We didn't get a chance to really talk earlier." Celeste looked up into the rearview mirror above them, and felt a scream catch in her throat. There was the man she had seen, sitting in the back of the car. He tilted his head as he stared at her, and then focused again on Reid. He said nothing. She saw Reid look up into the mirror as well, saw his eyes widen momentarily, and then dart back to the road. She looked back up to see the man again, but he was gone in a flash. She knew Reid had seen the man. But she said nothing.

"I'm alright. I was surprised to see you know so much about the Occult. I never would have pegged you as the type." Reid's voice was slightly wavering. Celeste smiled and leaned back in her seat, crossing her legs, and watching as Reid's eyes darted down to her thighs where her skirt was pulled up just slightly. She folded her hands neatly and placed them upon her lap.

"Oh yes, I'm into all things to do with the Occult. Supernatural, paranormal, science fiction. All of it, it just fascinates me. I was lucky that my college had courses in the subjects I wanted so badly. Most colleges don't teach that sort of thing."

"Which college did you attend?"

"I'm a penguin," she laughed. "I went to Clark College here in Vancouver, before moving to New York. It had always been my dream to live in the big city." She watched as Reid nodded along with her story as she explained her move to a new place, how she liked her apartment, and so on. He followed right along with her, speaking up and "spouting off facts" about New York, just like Morgan said he would. Celeste couldn't keep her smile off her face.

"Oh, we're here." Celeste noticed that he sounded almost sad that their conversation had stopped. She giggled quietly and nodded, opening her car door as he turned off the car.

"So, tell me about your family. What does your mother do?" She watched as Reid stiffened. He looked down suddenly, and began to twitch his fingers against his leg. He seemed uncomfortable answering. She was about to change the subject when he answered.

"She's sick. I don't get to see her much, because she still lives in Las Vegas; but she doesn't work. She used to be a college professor. English Lit." Celeste blinked and nodded, as she pulled on a pair of latex gloves. They were black, and she saw Reid looking at them. She smiled and laughed, reaching into her bag and pulling out a second pair for him.

"I got them from my friend's tattoo parlor. I prefer black if you hadn't noticed." Reid nodded his thanks and pulled on the gloves, as they made their way to the graveyard where Jessica's body had been found twice before. Yellow caution tape sectioned off the place where the young girl had been murdered. Crime scene crews stood around, snapping pictures and taking samples. Celeste smiled as she spied one of the crew members that she sknew oh so well.

"Andru Wilmoth. Fancy meeting you here!" Celeste laughed happily as she clapped the man on the back, who smiled and nodded his head.

"It's been a while hasn't it? Last time I saw you, we were in nineth grade math class. You're a cop now?" Andru was a tall man, taller even than Reid. He had his short blonde hair back in a tiny pony-tail, and the curls of a black ink tattoo peaked out from under his shirt collar. Celeste shook her head as she crouched in the grass next to the gravestone where Jessica had been found.

"I'm an FBI agent," she looked over the grass, and ran her fingar along the edge of the gravestone. "The gravestone is untouched by the candles. It appears as though the unsub didn't want to distrub the actual grave with their ritual, only use it as a site for the alter. But the gravestone is blank; no name. Do we know who's burried here?"

"Jane Doe, age twelve. She was found out in Hockinson, and no one claimed her. So, after two months, the town paid to have a service and gave her a headstone." Andru answered.

Celeste nodded and stood, walking around the make-shift alter. The black candles hadn't been burning long; no wax dripped on the grass. The bowl was still beside the grave, and nothing had been moved, besides the woman's body. Celeste glanced up at Reid, who was looking over the alter from behind her. He had a look on his face.

"I.. I think the unsub is trying to speak to the dead." Celeste watched as Reid's eyes widened at what he had just said. He looked up suddenly, and wirled around, searching the graveyard for something. She blinked and watched him closely; though she saw no ghosts around him. Reid turned back around and met her eyes. He began to apologize, mumbling about nothing inparticular. Celeste nodded and walked over to him, placing her hand on his shoulder reassuringly.

"I think we can go back to the station now. There's nothing else we can do here." Reid nodded and began walking back to the car, shaking his head and mumbling to himself quietly. Celeste shook her head and sighed, looking back around the graveyard. The man from before stood at the Jane Doe's grave. Glancing back at Reid, making sure he still had his back turned, she hurried back over to the gravemarker. The man was obviously much older than Reid. He was balding, and wore a pair of blue jeans, and a red fleece sweatshirt. His mouth was set in a hard line as he looked down at the alter. He crossed his arms over his chest; he scrubbed his hand over his mouth, and then let out a loud sigh. "Excuse me?"

The man looked up sharply as Celeste addressed him. His eyes widened, and he faded from sight at once. She shook her head and turned around, making her way back to the car. She had to find out who this man was. And what exactly Reid could do. As they drove back to the station, she kept her eye on both the backseat; watching to see if the man would appear again, and Reid, who was keeping his eyes on the road as much as possible. Several times, his eyes would dart to the mirror, and then back to the road. Celeste needed to know who this man was, and why he was following Spencer. And why could Spencer hear him...