A/N: *Walks into PA* Hello. My name is Lucy, and I am a procrastinator- with a lot of 'splainin' to do. Well, I think I have a muse now. Came to me with a whip. Yeah, not a pleasant visit. Anyway, sorry for the wait, and here you go.

Disclaimer: How the heck would I own I Love Lucy? It's been off air for decades!

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Analysis of a Killer and a Genius

When the group got back to the BAU Headquarters, analysis began almost immediately.

"What do we know so far?"

"He doesn't have any remorse for his victims. Eades was practically thrown on the ground." JJ began.

"He's confident. He's telling us it's going to happen again." Prentiss continued.

"Forced entry. Eades either didn't know him or didn't want to see him." Rossi said plainly.

"He's not afraid to get down and dirty. He wrote a message in a dead man's blood." Morgan informed dryly.

"Garcia," Hotch began.

"Yessir."

"Search for someone with the same MO. Middle-aged man, brunette, any form of a note…"

"Don't forget lives alone." Reid spoke. Morgan, JJ, and Prentiss looked over at the young genius. It had been the first time he spoke since they had got there. Their looks were soon turned back to Garcia.

"Ermm…" She began. "Well, there's a few murders in Minnesota with middle-aged brunettes, about half a dozen in Kansas with single women… but nothing with notes. Not even anything close to our MO."

"Well, now what?" Morgan questioned. "We can't just wait for the guy to kill again, but we can't say who to be on the look-out for."

"Actually, sociopaths who leave some type of note are usually Caucasian males. And since they left the note in blood, they most likely have some type of criminal violence." Reid noted.

"Garcia?" Hotch began.

"Already began searching sir. So far I have about twenty, but four that jumps out."

"Who are they?" Rossi asked.

"Let's see… Robert Jones, 27, resisted arrest twice and assaulted one of the officers- didn't do any time; Brendan Fox, 45, resisted arrest once and- abused his girlfriend. Did three years with one parole. Then there's Jonathan Zimmerman, 17, who also abused his girlfriend. He's in counseling and two years parole. Finally, there's Jasper Watson, 33. He was 18 when he abused a minor, did one year with another parole, resisted arrest once, didn't do any time, and yet again abused two of his girlfriends. He did two years, no parole for each."

Reid's eyes widened. No, not again. Not again. He thought.

-X-

It was just about lunchtime when Reid decided to go get his sugar-overloaded coffee. After asking everyone if they wanted a cup, Morgan spoke. "I'll get mine." The man had to admit, it had only been a few hours since Reid's moment of secretiveness, but not knowing was just killing him inside.

After going into the break room and starting the coffee maker, Morgan turned to Reid. "So, Reid, my secretive little pal, how's it going?" There, that oughtta get something out of him.

"Secretive? What do you mean secretive?"

Morgan tried to hide a grin from his close friend. "Well, I'm just talking about earlier today…"

"Earlier today? I didn't do anything earlier today. How much earlier?"

"At the scene. You were there, and you were talking to a witness like she was… she was…"

"A neighbor?" Reid finished.

"Yes. Exactly. A neighbor. Both me and Prentiss have questions. Mine, how the heck did you get at the scene so quickly, and what I guess is Prentiss', how do you know the witness?"

Reid gave Morgan a 'isn't it kind of obvious' look, then answered. "Because- Audrey is my neighbor." Morgan raised a brow, then opened his mouth to speak, but Reid beat him. "I've lived on that street ever since I moved to D.C."

Morgan was- to say the least, surprised. 'Surprised' that he never knew where his best friend lived, and 'surprised' he could've known a victim, but even more 'surprised' he could talk to some random kid. "Okay then," he began, "so, how do you know 'Audrey?'"

Reid shrugged. "It's not that big of a deal. Her parents just needed someone to baby-sit." No, Morgan thought. That's not all of it. It can't be.

"Okay then, well, how can you talk so well with her?"

Reid gave a slight groan. He was getting tired of Morgan asking these questions, especially with the coffee being so close to done. "Morgan, the story is too long for the coffee to wait. Just-"

"Just make it quick then."

Oh, how Reid just wanted to- wanted to- well, he didn't know what he wanted to do, but he gave in to Morgan. He'd keep on badgering him about it anyways, so he might as well end it as soon as possible.

It was about 6:35, sometime around November of last year, when Reid heard a knock at his door. Too late in the year for Girl Scouts, and it couldn't be the team. Reid looked out the door's peephole- it was Mr. Edward and Mrs. Jeanne Siranti, along with their child (at the time, Reid had to admit, he never heard the girl's name). He opened the door and greeted them.

"Hello Doctor." Mrs. Siranti began. "Edward and I were wondering- if- you could do us a favor." Reid looked down at the girl, and eh knew where the 'favor' was headed.

"Um, sure, of course."

"Well, we were wondering if you could watch Audrey for a few hours…"

"I can watch myself Mom."

"Don't talk back Audrey Laine. It's a school night and someone is going to watch you." She looked back up at Reid, who tried to fake a half-smile. "But, um, if you're too busy…"

"Oh, no Mrs. Siranti, it's fine." …

"Reid," Morgan interrupted, "is this your version of quick?"

"Oh. Um, no. Just- how I remembered. Here:" …

The Sirantis knocked at Reid's door, wanting him to baby-sit their 13-year-old daughter, Audrey. He agreed, almost reluctantly, and took her in for a few hours. At first, still being angry at her mother, was also not-so-pleased with Reid. After a good half-hour of boredom, though, she asked him if he had anything to read. At this, Reid was surprised, not thinking that persons her age read that much. He showed her some of his many books, and she was amazed. Although many of the books weren't in Audrey's interest in, she and Reid talked for the rest of the time. After that encounter, Audrey asked if Reid could 'baby-sit' (help with school work) as much as possible, which was basically all the time Reid wasn't working.

"Ahh," Morgan finally said. "The truth about the teenager behind the genius. Thanks Pretty Boy. Oh, and I think you forgot you were pouring sugar." Reid looked down as Morgan walked away. He had in fact, poured at least half of the dispenser in his coffee, while the rest had been poured onto the counter.

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Well, I noticed the first half of that was really short, so I decided to lengthen it by adding a bit about Audrey. If anyone wants any more on her, just PM me or something. And again, sorry for making this one so late. Darn procrastination skills! I blame my sister.