Chapter Four

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The team arrived at the scene of the crime in less than five minutes. A CSI unit was already onto taking pictures of evidence, and the bodies. Trevor Heiland was the body closest to the door. Detective Trina Heiland, still in her blue uniform, was laid out next to her husband on his right.

"The baby was right next to Trina, on her right side," one of the CSI's informed JJ, when the question of the baby's location was brought up.

"Now we have letters A, E, N, and another A," Reid noted to himself. Instantly, he began plugging in the letter combinations into his mind, begging his intelligence to give him some help with cracking the code. Nothing gave, however, and Reid was left utterly confused and disappointed in himself and his capabilities.

Meanwhile, Prentiss and Morgan were taken to where the husband was killed. They stood at the end of a narrow hallway with a detective, most likely from another district.

"He must have heard something, because he ran up to here," the detective gestured to the end of the hall, right in front of the three investigators' feet, "and was stabbed right above the center forehead."

"The UnSub must have turned around from one of these sides of the room," Morgan rapped his knuckles against the walls that faced the living room.

"UnSub?" the detective asked with confusion.

"It stands for 'Unknown Subject,'" Prentiss readily replied, having to explain the word many a times before. The detective nodded his bald head, and soon rubbed the creases in his forehead with his calloused fingertips.

"I really hope you catch this guy before he goes too far. The fact that he murdered someone in law enforcement really rubs me the wrong way," the detective explained tiredly. Prentiss nodded her head as her way of saying, "We'll certainly try."

The Next Day. 7:03AM

The ringtone of his cellphone woke Morgan out of his sleep.

"Hello?" he asked into the phone.

"There's been another murder," JJ answered grimly. This certainly shocked Morgan, and now he found himself wide awake.

"What?" he asked incredulously, "That doesn't make sense; this guy always kills at night, what made him change now?" He slipped on a t-shirt over his head with one arm as he got out of bed.

"There was a leak, the case was all over the morning news," JJ explained, rubbing her forehead. Morgan shook his head in disbelief. He swiped his credentials from the wooden nightstand that resided next to his table, and then sped for his hotel room's door.

"Same MO? Anything else different?"

"No, everything else is consistent. Hotch, Rossi, and Prentiss know already. Can you get Reid? I have to go deal with the mob outside the victim's home. I'll have Penelope send you the address."

"Sure thing," Morgan said as he quickly made his way towards Reid's room.

"Thanks," JJ replied before the call ended. Morgan shut his phone closed and stood outside the hotel door. He rapped his thick muscles onto the wooden door.

"Reid," he called out. Almost instantly, Reid swung the door open, already dressed for the work day, and his messenger bag hung on his shoulder. He looked as if he hadn't even slept a wink. The circles under his eyes were slightly darker than the day before. "You're ready to leave already?"

"What can I say; I'm an early riser," Reid quickly replied.

"Reid, that may be true, but that can't be why you're up and dressed already. Tell me what's really going on. You can't seriously think no one's noticed your recent behavior. We're here for you man, don't forget it. Spill," Morgan prompted, glaring Reid in the eye. Reid looked down at his feet, closed his eyes for just a short moment, and then looked back up again at Morgan.

"I can't sleep lately, and it's not why you think. I still have headaches and nightmares, but that's not my problem this time. I'm just… worried."

"About?"

"My mother. The doctors say she's having more bad days than good ones. Yesterday she fell into one of her episodes, and knocked an RN unconscious in her fit. Her medicine is becoming less and less effective. She's being put into isolated confinement, and being kept under watch, which I know will only upset her more.

"She's been refusing to eat, and the only things that helps her calm down are her journals and my letters, but even that sometimes isn't enough. I'm worried for her sake. I didn't tell you guys because I knew you'd think I'm not capable of working at my best," Reid explained, his eyes becoming glassy and his voice cracking on the last sentence. "Can we just… keep this between us?" He then added in a whisper.

"Sure thing. No one would have thought different of you if you came to talk to us about your mom," Morgan explained, putting a firm hand on the younger man's shoulder. "We've got to go down to the newest victim's home." Morgan closed the door behind Reid, and the two agents began their walk down to the parking lot.

"But we were there yesterday, why do we need to go down there again?"

"No, we have a new victim, just killed this morning."

"That doesn't make any sense. Why would,"

"There was a leak about the case, and now it's all over the local news channels," Morgan interrupted. Morgan's cellphone sounded off, alerting him of newly sent information. "Alright, let's see what we have. 43 year old Myer Stanskowski. He was a psychology professor at the Marquette University. Looks like we can just walk to his house; it'd only take about five minutes." Reid nodded his head as the both of them walked on the sidewalk.

It was about two minutes before Reid piped up,

"She thinks I'm in danger."

"Who?"

"My mom. Whenever doctors asked her why she thought this, she'd scream, 'A mother knows!' over and over again until they put her under. It's the only way they can stop her fits now. I just wish I could figure out why the medicine isn't working anymore."

"How often did the medicate her? And for how long?" Morgan asked.

"They used to medicate her twice a day, when the medicine used to work. She's been on medication for 12 years, 3 months, and 11 days."

"There's your problem. She's probably so used to the medication that her body built a resistance to it." Reid looked at Morgan with disbelief.

"I should have known that. I just can't think straight," Reid said disappointedly while tapping his right temple with the tips of his cold fingers.

"You're deprived of rest. Of course you're not going to be you full, normal self. Since you're going to refuse to go back to the hotel, your next best bet is to get a large cup of coffee, well, you'll actually get a large cup of sugar with a little bit of coffee" Morgan said with a grin. Reid teasingly punched Morgan's shoulder. "Pretty boy's gone violent. Lord have mercy." This brought a smile to Reid's face, and instantly, it felt as if half the weight on his shoulders suddenly disappeared.

AN: Yay! We finally know what was going on with Reid! Lolyncut was the closest to figuring out what was wrong, so I congratulate good person :D Next chapter is going to be amazingly exciting, at least towards the end of the chapter (Last 1/3rd or 1/4th?) Can't wait to get started on it! (And post it of course ^^') I'll also try to make it longer than usual chapters. Thanks for reading guys! I love you! If I ever meet you people in real life, we should get ice cream and just chat :D Wouldn't that be sweet?