Me: Hmmm….

Hotch: What?

Me: Hotch? You're asking me?

Hotch: You're thinking and its making me worried for my team.

Me: Oh, don't worry. No one is going to be in any danger… (mumbles)in this chapter.

Hotch: What was that?

Me: Nothing!

I don't own CM.


"Words have meaning and names have power."


Reid sipped his freshly brewed coffee as he read the book on Egyptian culture he had found at a used book store nearby. The rest of the team had split up to talk to farmers and to check out the crime scenes for any more clues. Allison was the only other person in the room, sitting and reading the book she had carried in earlier.

She cleared her throat. "Um, Dr. Reid?"

He raised his eyebrows and turned his head in her direction, but kept reading out of the corner of his eye.

"I was just wondering if you could, uh, nevermind…" she broke off and hid behind her book.

Reid looked up. "What is it?"

"It's nothing. Stupid question." She was reading a book called Pride and Prejudice and Zombies. It was slightly torn, probably purchased from the used books store.

"'He who asks a question is a fool for five minutes; he who does not ask a question remains a fool forever.'"

Allison closed her book and picked at the corner of the cover. "Well, I was just wondering how hard it was to get into the FBI. I don't know if I'm too old to even try, but I thought I might look into it…" Her sentence more died off than actually stopped.

"I got in at a very early age and under special circumstances, so I'm probably not the best agent to ask."

"Oh, wow. You must be pretty special," she mused. She suddenly realized what she had said, blushed, and frantically went back to reading her book.

Reid blinked then quickly started explaining that he'd skipped grades and graduated high school at fourteen and about all of his doctorates and his eidetic memory.

"Yep," Allison said with raised eyebrows. "You're amazing, Dr. Reid."

"You don't have to call me doctor."

"Um, okay. Reid." She seemed to roll the name around on her tongue, tasting it for any type of flavor. "Funny, you don't look like a red head."

Reid frowned. "You know what Reid means?"

Allison shrugged. "I remember odd things. Like the price of bulls."

Reid laughed. "Well, look at your own name, you're definitely not a son, and, no offense, but I don't think you're of noble birth either."

"Fair enough," Allison conceded, a bright smile lighting her face as she tucked her hair behind her ear.

"So, Pride and Prejudice and Zombies?"

"It's a lot better than it sounds. It's actually been made into a play and someone's working on a movie for it."

"Interesting."

"You should read it after you finish reading about Egypt. With how fast you read, it shouldn't take you anytime at all." She frowned then started to laugh. "Reid can read! Ha!"

"Winning over the ladies again, Reid?" Morgan asked as he and Prentiss came back into the room from talking with the farmer. "Did you show her some magic tricks?"

"I didn't have to; my name is apparently funny enough."

Allison blushed again and seemed to sink deeper into her seat. "What did you find out from the farmer? Anything new?"

"It seems like our Unsub might have tried to go back for another bull. The farmer said that a few nights ago his dogs started barking up a storm, more than they usually do for coyotes," Prentiss said.

"So that would be a little after the first human victim. They probably decided that killing people wasn't the best way to honor their god and tried to go back to animal sacrifices but when it turned out to be much more difficult, they stuck to their new method," Morgan concluded.

"Sounds like it," Reid mused. "One thing that I found strange in my reading was that Egyptians didn't usually kill their Apis bulls. They were viewed as sacred and lived in the lap of luxury. They received their own royal stalls and even a harem of the finest cows."

"So why is our Unsub killing them?" Morgan asked.

"Well, the bulls aren't true Apis bulls. They aren't born with the white diamond, they are just black," Allison chimed in.

"Right," Reid nodded. "Maybe they are hoping that by sacrificing bulls with the mark of Apis that an Apis bull will be born."

"Alright, what do we need to do to find this guy?" Morgan questioned.

"It might actually be multiple Unsubs. This seems like more of a group operation to begin with; the bulls that were killed seem too big to be for one person."

"So we're looking for a religious group?" Prentiss frowned.

"In a way. They probably aren't obvious in their worship, preferring to keep to themselves and hiding their beliefs from others. In normal settings, they would blend in with those around them." Reid flipped through the rest of the book, doing a quick skim for anything else on Apis.

"Are we looking for adult or teenagers, do you think?" Morgan asked.

"It's most likely a group of teenagers, but there could be a few adults leading them. Maybe a teacher of an old religion class."

"Allison, you're the local expert. What can you tell us?" Morgan asked.

Allison rubbed the back of her neck and squinted at the ceiling. "It's been a while since I was in high school, but there was a teacher that did religious studies. Mr. Josh is his name, I think."

Morgan was already dialing Garcia. "Hey, baby girl. Can you look up a name for me?"

"I'd do anything for my chocolate god of thunder."

"I need you to look up a teacher in this area. A Mr. Josh"

"First or last name?"

Allison shrugged.

"We aren't sure."

"Alright, but this might end up being a bit of a long list."

"That's fine."

"Garcia," Reid jumped in.

"Yes, Reid-muffin?"

"Could you also send a list of all African American males in the area?"

"Needy today, aren't we?" Garcia laughed. "I'll send them right over. Garcia out!"

Morgan put away his phone with a smile.


This is going rather nicely. The story may take a sudden turn, resulting in a sequel, so don't be surprised. I do need input on if you like Allison's character or not. If not, I'm going to have to resurrect someone else, but this is your guys' call. Ha! This forces you to Review!

If my original character isn't cutting it, I might bring back Seaver… Maybe…

Anywho,

Reid and Review!

~MyDarkAngel710