"It doesn't look like Rossi and Morgan are back from checking out the latest crime site," Blake observed as she parked the black SUV in the police department's parking lot. "However, I am sure that Hotch and JJ have finished interviewing the locals and have us all set up."

"Are you coming?" She was standing next to the vehicle looking in at Reid, who was still sitting in the passenger's seat.

"In just a minute," Reid told her. "I want to – hem – m - m – look over some paperwork first." He patted his messenger bag.

"Okay," Blake gave him a puzzled look. "See you inside."

The minute Blake turned her back to walk towards the station, Reid went to work. He first popped out his contact lenses and put on a pair of glasses with dark, heavy, frames. Next, he tilted his head forward and pulled his longish hair into his face. He then flipped his head back and shook it. The result was that his hair now hung haphazardly, partially covering his face and looking even more disarrayed than usual. Then, he dug through his go bag and took out an oversized tweed sports coat, which he pulled on over top of his dress shirt and vest, adding bulk to his slender frame. Finally, he loosened his tie and pulled it to an untidy angle while unbuttoning the top button of his shirt. He regretted the fact that he had shaved that morning, but figured that his usual light stubble really wouldn't have made much of a difference. Slowly, he climbed out of the SUV and headed towards the building.

"Reid, I was just telling Hotch and JJ what we found at the – the – coroner's – " Blake's voice drifted off as she noticed his new 'look'.

"My – my contact lenses were bothering me," Reid improvised, as Hotch and JJ both gave him concerned looks.

"So I see," Hotch commented dryly.

"Okay – Here we are, fresh from the trenches," Rossi announced as he and Morgan walked through the door of the conference room that had been set up for the BAU team to use.

"Or, rather, the trash bin," Morgan added, sniffing the sleeve of his shirt. "I need to change!"

He skidded to a stop and stared at Reid. "One of the coroner's customers was giving him a hard time and you had to help out?" he guessed with a smirk.

"Um – m – No," Reid stuttered.

"Agent Hotchner," the lead detective walked into the conference room. "I see the rest of your team has arrived."

"Yes," Hotch replied. "These are Agents Rossi and Morgan." He indicated the two men. "Also, Doctors Blake and Reid." He turned to nod towards the two professors.

"This is Detective Victor Behrs," he told his team. "He's in charge of this investigation."

"I hope you'll excuse us for not shaking," Rossi held up his hands. "We have been combing through the most recent dump site."

"I understand completely," the detective grinned. "Done that myself on more than one occasion."

"Dr. Reid," he looked over at the young agent. "Do I know you from somewhere? You look familiar."

Reid fought back a feeling of panic as he tried to casually answer. "No, I don't think so."

"Now, if you'll excuse me," he added as he quickly turned to walk towards the far side of the room where the evidence boards had been set up. "I need to get to work on the geographic profile."

"Dr. Reid is our map expert," Hotch explained. "He's the one who helps us narrow down the area we need to search in order to locate the unsub."

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It was almost midnight when Hotch finally called a halt. "It has been a long day," he told the team. "And, we'll probably do better in the morning after everyone has had a good night's sleep. Let's head for the hotel."

"You won't get any argument from me," JJ replied as she began gathering up her papers and files. "Spence?" She looked over at Reid, who was standing and staring at the map.

"I'm on my way," he assured her as he turned to grab his messenger bag and then hurried through the station and out to the SUVs.

"What's the deal with him?" Rossi asked. "I haven't heard anything from him in hours. He hasn't even bothered to give us the Census Bureau statistics on Brighton Beach."

"I don't know," Hotch replied thoughtfully. "Blake?" He looked over at her.

"I have no idea - He didn't say anything when he was with me," she replied. "And, as Rossi just said, he has been unusually quiet."

"Somebody needs to talk with Pretty Boy," Morgan suggested. "If nothing else, convince him to get out of the horrible looking tweed jacket."

"Let me see what I can do," Hotch said resignedly.

"If you need any help," Rossi offered, smothering a yawn.

"Thanks, Dave, I'll keep that in mind."