"So . . ." Garcia sighed, while she was sitting on her chair, ". . . Spencer, what you hide." She grab her keyboard and began to write.
"Rossi, Morgan, it'll be long night. You can go, I'll call if I found something."
"All right Penelope. But be careful, don't tell it to team. We are maybe wrong."
Dave smiled gently and closed the door.
Derek came closer, kissed her forehead: "Baby Girl, I know you're waiting for some horrible, big secret about him, but it's Reid. Remember. You know him, we know him. Probably he's just tired, right ?"
"I hope so." She sighed, and looking at leaving Morgan. Then she continued to write.
Later
10:46 pm - 4th cup of coffee and still nothing helpful. But suddenly she recognized something. Something in his childhood records.
From his 5 years old there aren't any notes. First note appears even in his 18.
"Is this normal ?" she said for herself
She knew it's not what she was looking for, but isn't it weird ?
No Notes
No Records
No photos or news
Every child born in America has to be in national server. Penelope checked it probably 8 times per last 15 minutes.
. . . .
She wanted to call Jennifer about news about Reid, then she remembered Rossi's words – She can't.
She looked at phone. It was 23 minutes after midnight. So she decided to go home and let it. It looked like best idea.
She turned the computer off and closed the door of her dark office . . . .
Next Day:
6:00 in the morning
Jj was sitting at her desk, while she saw Garcia came to the room.
"Hey, what you're doing here ? You never come too early!"
She stand up and began to walk to her with confused smile.
"I just have to do some work. Do you know if Morgan or Rossi is near here?"
"Oh, uh no. They are not. But Spence was here maybe 5 minutes ago. He said he needs few papers. Then we had coffee together. He left after all."
"Was he okay ?" asked Garcia with curious voice
"Yes, sure. Why you're asking . . . " Penelope opened her mouth to talk, but Jj stopped her.
" . . . . oh wait! Tell me you don't followed him or something like that !"
She said (almost yelled) at her, like to naughty kid who destroyed a window right now.
"No, no ! Wh. . . ah uhm, never. I . . . ." She couldn't find the words. So it looks like 'Yes'.
"Penelope, he's our friend! You can't just break his private life. That's not fair from you!"
"Yes, It wasn't right, I know. But Morgan and . . . " She stopped cause she uncovered her accomplices already.
"Morgan and who else ?!" She asks with mother's tone.
". . . . and Rossi. I'm sorry."
"Everything cause you guys thought, he's acting weird." She sighed.
Jj made a deal with Penelope, that she let Spence. And then, they hand in hand left the room. But in the door they met Aaron.
"Morning." he said tired.
"Morning! Long night ?"
"Yeah, Jack had a fever all night." Hotch sighed and sipped from his coffee, while he was walking to his office.
"Today we got a case, so we'll wait for the others and we'll start then, right ?"
They nodded, and he came in to the room.
Later - 7:53 am
Everybody's sitting next to the round table, but Reid isn't there yet.
"Did you called him ?" Alex asked Derek.
"Yes, but there was a voice-mail." he sighed.
"We can't wait anymore." Hotch said and nodded to Penelope.
She understood and began to explain the case.
"So, Alicia Marson – 41 years old. 14 victim we know about. She was abducted 4 days ago from her flat in the New York. They didn't use the key or kick the door off. Apartment was clean when cops came. NY police find her body in the National Museum, on the roof."
Jj continued:
"One perfect shot to the head. She died right after it. Pathology didn't found any other injuries."
"It was fast and merciful death. The UnSub don't want his victim suffered. So what he want from them ?" said Alex
"Maybe informations." said Rossi
Alex : "I don't think so. The victims were the judges, politicians . . . Really don't believe, everyone agreed with giving answers."
"What about the gun Penelope ? " asked Hotch
"Yes, the gun. This is it." She clicked to the monitor, and showed a image of very specific type of gun. Long gun-barell, big stack.
"Sniper or hunting rifle ?" said Morgan still looking at the image.
"I'd never see something like this."
"I was in arm many years, but me too." Rossi agreed with Aaron.
"Did you found it in database, Baby Girl ?"
"Not in the Federal Files or Internet. You can't found this gun in America."
"So where it is from ?"
"From United Kingdom." voice came from the door.
Everybody turned.
". . . I'm late." said Reid while he was walking to his chair. "It's AW50, military sniper rifle from 1990's. It is intended to light vehicles, field fortifications and to engage a variety of targets including radar installations."
He was wearing black trousers, light shirt (Surprisingly without tie) bit unbuttoned. He had shorter hair. In his hand was jacket. Same color as a trousers. He looked tired, but still ready to work.
"Hi Pretty Boy. Long Night ?"
"Technically, yes. And I forget time, sorry."
"What else you can see Reid ?" Hotch asked him with 'Boss' voice.
"One shot, very social location, long time with UnSub without torture. The UnSub didn't want something from the victim. He waited to something . Did they want ransom ?"
"No, not a contact with family or friends. Her neighbor called police. Without him we wouldn't know anything about her."
Spencer looked at the file, images of other victims. In his eyes they could see how his minds ran from one side brain to another. It was one of the moments when they
just had to shut up and wait.
"What's wrong Spence ?" asked Jj and raised her eyes at him.
" I think UnSub has a partner. Someone from outside who's waiting for a right moment. Something had to happen in these 4 days."
"I'm still searching the informations, but it makes sense." Garcia agreed with little smile
"Right. We're going to the New York. Wheels up in thirty . . . " he said and stood up from the table and wait when the others left the room. "Hey Reid, wait. . .
To my office, now. We have to talk."