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No work outside was scheduled for the day and the team would have to spend time writing what happened in their last operation for Strauss and the real boss of the FBI, then they will present a lecture to the students of the various FBI profiling methods about kidnappers, it will make them occupied until time to go back home.
Garcia arrived and gave his phone to Reid:
"So my pretty boy, your phone hadn't been changed, and no one seeming to have cast an indiscreet eye but me. "
He took it and thanked Garcia before returning to his paper for the conference at the end of the afternoon. He was not comfortable with this kind of exercise, he often had to do with students older than him and it was very hard not to sound pretentious to teach how life was in this kind of unit but this year it was their team that had been designated for the course, and maybe he will speak only to give some figures to support examples from his friends.
Garcia returned to his office, leaving Reid to his activities. He sat in his chair and threw a glance round about him. The office looked like a giant anthill with incessant comings and goings. This little universe worked in homeland security, protecting lives without people outside will know how much their work was necessary for their comfort.

Reid sighed, removing the stress recovery of abdominal breathing that he had learned long before reaching the FBI. He took his phone and the screen lit up, he rolled the menu, looking at his empty desperately messaging, e-mails that contained only professional, then he rested.
"Reid? Are you ready? "Asked the agent Hotchner.
The young man looked up at him, nodded to say he was and stood up.
"Take your coat, it rains. "
He followed the advice of his boss and took his coat, putting his phone in the good pocket of it. He grabbed his papers hastily and put in his shoulder bag which he never forget.
"The others didn't come with us? "Reid asked noticing his friends remained at their offices.
"No, there will be only Rossi, you and me. "Hotch said. "It will be ok Reid. "He said reassuringly. Reid swallowed and followed his boss, soon joined by David Rossi.

They entered the conference room and soon they began to talk about how to do in a kidnapping investigation. They conjured the principle of the first twenty-four hours, the chances of survival decreased with time, but also those who kept their victims for years to sale them to others. Some images returned to the memory of Spencer Reid, and for good reason, they regularly supported their arguments with examples that the team was facing here and there.

Reid gave statistics, allowed himself to mention some highlights on some examples he knew, and he lets himself go on to say that you should never remove the parents as it happened that, in some cases, it was a domestic accident and sometimes with the help of the police involved.

When it was over Reid joined the others in the office to find Morgan and be dropped off at the metro. His friend joked a bit:
"But how will you do if I get sick? "He said.
"I will ask JJ. "He replied," or I will take the bus. "

They returned to Washington and Morgan Reid placed in front of a metro station before giving him an appointment the next day and Reid rushed through the maze of the earth to reach his home.
He looked at the subway platforms, other travelers. All seemed so different. There were students, tourists, workers, but Reid knew what he was looking for was not there.

He entered the metro and went to the other door to front the principal one. Habit wanted it to take his book but this time he didn't. He put his hands into his pockets and touched the coins she had given him back. At each station he watched the people who came up and tried to see those on the docks. It was stupid, will he be that lucky to recrosse her tonight? It was almost as much chance as winning the lotto games. And also why did not he came to remove the head? After all it was a girl who had picked up his phone in the metro and had the honesty to return his money! If she was not Muslim (and Reid had the thought to himself as the latest statistics there were 2,595,000 Muslims in the United States, although this represented only 0.8% of the country's population but it left a little chance of getting it in a city like Washington) perhaps he would have not even noticed it and it was gone by the wayside leaving his mind to focus on essential things like psychology book on alterations of human relations in the era of new technologies. This was something that was important to know why and how people were no longer able to make friends in their every day life. In this thought Spencer was going to obviously hiding behind his books were perhaps a way not to get a meeting, as those who used computers to silence a great lack of confidence. He preferred not to think about.

Finally arrived at the metro station. He go away. No he had not seen her and he thought it was better that way, it will avoid the other chatter... But he had a twinge in her heart that indicated he will search again.
He turned the key and opened the door of his house, nothing had moved. He turned on the light, put his bag on the table, closed the lock, and took his pills. He turned a glass of water and swallowed it in one sitting. Soon sleep would come for him and he hoped that it would be a dreamless night.