OSheFour months later and Blaise was thriving, Spencer had been back at work for two and half months and everything was running smoothly, if the team was away Alison the nanny would stay with Blaise and ring Spencer ever evening to tell him about
their day. Spencer sometimes found it hard to be away from him and almost cried when he missed his son's first smile, but every time that they got another low life off the streets he knew he was doing the right thing. Everything was going fine until
the shit hit the fan. Frank had killed Sarah and Gideon turned into a shell of the man he once was, who would've thought that one case could turn everything upside down?
It had been a month since Sarah's death and Spencer hated to say this but he was waiting for the other shoe to drop, he would sit in Blaise's room at night gazing at his son wondering if his team would survive the next bump in the road, he just knew that
Strauss was waiting to go for the jugular.
A week later three members of the team didn't turn up for work, Aaron had let them know he had put in a transfer to the white collar crime division, Prentiss had told the team she was heading back to Interpol but Gideon just hadn't turned up. Spencer
was immediately on edge but tried to hide it, this was Morgans shot to lead the team but Spencer could see that the man was floundering as Strauss inserted herself into the case. The plane ride to Milwake was tense and as Morgan failed to give instructions
Spencer picked up the slack instructing JJ to go to the local precinct with Derek and he himself would go to the ME. He had worried that Morgan would think he was stepping on his toes but the man shot him a relieved smile as they got off the plane.
Strauss automatically went with Morgan and JJ and so as Spencer climbed into the Government Issue Sedan he pulled out his phone and texted Aaron. The message was simple.
S: We are so fucked.
A: Keep your head above water I'll see what I can do.
When Spencer had gotten to the ME he saw that the women so far had been beaten and their hearts had been crudely cut out, Spencer thought that a chilsel was a high possibility.
When Spencer arrived at the precinct he had received a message from Alison and he had opened it as he made his way in, there was a video attached and as he opened it he heard his sons babbling and instantly his mind was soothed. They would catch this
son of a bitch. Two hours later and it seemed that Spencer was now directing the team and they were finally getting somewhere and so Spencer gave the profile to the Local officers. "The unsub is a white male in his 30s and due to how crudely the victims'
hearts were removed, it is believed that he would be good with his hands and is used to hard labour, or at the very least is not afraid to get dirty. He would likely have rather severe misogynistic tendencies, as the victims were all female and the
bodies were dumped like garbage in trash-filled areas. He is probably not driving something that stands out, and the vehicle may have a company logo on the side of it. He abducts his victims from Wauwatosa and dumps them in the 3rd Ward. Most unsubs
keep their area of control where they kill their victims triangulated between the two points, which means that he probably lives in Wauwatosa or the 3rd Ward, or somewhere in that area. The people who live there know him. There is no sexual component
to his crimes, which means they are more about him making a point. He is cutting their hearts out, which might just be the sickest way the unsub knows to disfigure the women and throw them out like trash. The unsub may also be suffering from borderline
personality disorder, which means that they think that any relationships they have revolve around them and anything they decided was absolute, with no grey areas or room for argument. As such, these kinds of unsubs would take rejection badly and may
have some emotional problems that would intense spouts of anger, depression, or drinking problems." As Spencer finished talking Aaron and Prentiss walked through the door and Spencer's shoulders sagged in relief. Soon the case was solved and it seemed
if only for a little while that Strauss had been put in her place. But Spencer couldn't get rid of that feeling of dread that had settled like lead in his stomach, no one had been able to get hold of Gideon.
Aaron had pulled Spencer aside after the case telling him that he had done an amazing job, telling him that he was sure Gideon would be back soon, but that feeling wouldn't go away and so as he made his way to his car, his eyes heavy with sleep he pulled
out his phone and called Alison, she picked up immediately, "I'll be back a bit late I have to go and check on a friend."
"That's fine Spencer, Blaise is already in bed and I might head there myself, call me if you need to."
Spencer could only think of one place that Gideon would go to hide and so even though it made his head swarm with memories of Tobias Hankel he drove through the woods towards Gideons cabin. He could tell as soon as he pulled up that Gideon was there,
his car parked next to the cabin. Spencer opened the cabin door and tried to flick on the light, he cursed when he realised there was no power and his heart started hammering. As he pulled out his torch and opened what he knew to be the bedroom door,
the smell of death hit him as the torchlight caught the sight of blood and brains splattered up the wall, Gideons body lay on the bed his head blown off and a gun in his hand. Spencer ran out of the cabin and as soon as he smelt fresh air he was sick
up the side of a tree, he felt the acid burn his throat. He let himself breath for five minutes not allowing himself to be sick again. When he had composed himself as much as possible he pulled out his phone with shaking hands and dialled a familiar
number. It took three rings for Aaron to pick up and Spencer immediately said "I went to look for Gideon at his cabin … he is dead it looks like suicide."
