"This perp looks like he has been around for some time. 8 unidentified victims. All Jane Does. All look to have been been involved in some kind of physical abuse. All but one have lynch marks along with what looks like brandings. We have a time range of 2 weeks ago to 7 months. Two teen girls Stacey and best friend Hannah where walking home from work at a local dinner on Tuesday and haven't been seen since. Parents have sent out full missing persons reports, social media post, door to door checks, you name it these guys have done it." Garcia listed of information from the file while the others listened in the plane to Seattle, Washington. Spencer sat flicking through the photos of the mass grave that had been found. "The girls are graduates from South Lake High School in Rainier Valley, started working to gain money for travel before university. The interesting thing is that these two actually ran another job at Rick's or Uncle Rick's night entertainment at weekends. And by night entertainment I am sure you can all grasp that I don't mean late night tv." Garcia joked leaning closer to the screen, before wishing them good luck and signing off.

Reid watched the screen go blank before turning and sliding back into his seat by the window. Austen climbed past Morgan and into the seat next to him pulling out the book she was reading. Spencer turned quickly to her making sure the others where deep in their own conversions. He watched as she settled the thick book down knowing he wanted to talk. Her hand rested on the cool page that she traced her fingers over. Spencer watched her do this taking a moment before speaking in a hushed voice. "Are you... good - okay or -" he stumbled. "Never been better." She smiled turning to face him moving her hair away from her face. "Are you?" She enquired back playfully. Spencer's eye searched her face. "Be truthful with me Jane." He spoke so softly she could have missed it. She liked that about him. He didn't feel the need to be loud, and a private conversion between them was always private.

He reached out placing a hand on top of hers slowly. As he did this his sleave rose. Austen saw the tiny pin marks than dotted along the crease of his inner arm. She looked up at him in shock. Their eyes met. Seeing the sudden panic in her eyes Spencer drew his his hand back, misunderstanding her shock. "I'm sorry that was-" he was cut off as she grabbed his wrist stopping him from pulling back. He stopped frozen by her sudden movement. She ran her fingers along the inside of Spencer's arm, travelling to the now covered marks. Realising how close her fingers were to the edge of his sleave Spencer began to panic, a tempting to pull his arm back her slammed his and onto hers, stopping her from going any further. He looked up meeting her gaze. He shook his head "Jane please." "We can get help." "I don't need help." They spoke in desperately hushed tones. "Let me see them Spencer." "If you show me yours I'll show you mine." He snapped harshly. Austen stopped. "What?" She spoke just above a whisper. Spencer looked away. He screwed up his eyes brushing his hands through his hair. "No...I just-" He started. "What do you mean show me yours?" Her voice was stern but hurt. She sat looking at him waiting for a response. "What are your scars from?" She didn't reply. "You have marks on your stomach and neck Jane. " He stated calmly. It was her turn to look away. She stared at the book infront of her, keeping incredibly still. He moved closer to her once again, he rested his hand on her upper arm sliding down to rest by her elbow in his final plea. Slowly calculating what to say next he ran a hand through his hair before trying to catch her attention. Opening his mouth he began to speak. "I don'-" she pulled her arm from his grip roughly turning away and standing in one swift motion. Spencer stood shocked, watching her as she walked to the bathroom at the end of the plane and slammed the door shut.

She turned the lock slowly now she was inside, resting her forehead to the grey door. Closing her eyes she breathed deeply. Her hands pressed flat against the door as she a tempted to regain her thoughts. Anger rose inside her boiling. He had no right. None he had never cared before. Why. Why should she let him in now. No. He didn't have the right to know anything.

Spencer slowly walked passed the others on the aircraft, who continued to talk unaware of what had happened. Reaching the door which concealed Austen he placed a hand in the middle of the door. It swung open. He was stood close to Austen who had roled down her sleaves and done her shirt up to the top button. Her eyes were stormy as he looked down at her. As he attempted to place a hand on her shoulder he spoke softly but stern. "Please." He looked around the cabin and she understood. He had a secret as well.