Dominic looked very terrified then, seeing his old friend angry. He was very curious to see what was about to be asked of him.
"Exactly how old are you?" Derek smiled.
"Oh, um, twenty four." The business owner chuckled slight, having expected a much worse question.
"Two years younger than Spence." J.J. smiled.
"Almost exactly two years." He smiled back.
"Exactly how much difference?" The Chicago local had that curious tone in his voice again.
"One year, eleven months and two weeks."
"Your birthday is exactly two weeks-?" Morgan started, utterly confused.
"Back to the topic at hand." Rossi cut in then.
"Oh, sorry. I get distracted sometimes. What were we talking about?" Lowell was legit apologizing.
"You shouldn't apologize. It was Morgan's fault." Spencer shrugged, pulling out his phone.
He ignored his colleagues protest and kept talking.
"I still have the pictures on my phone of the tattoos that Garcia sent me." He finished, turning his phone to face his old friend.
The youngest male took the phone and looked through the pictures.
"Charles, Ted, Gary, Jeffery, and John." He said, handing the phone back.
Everyone looked at him strangely.
"Did something happen to make you remember their names?" Hotch asked.
"U-uh, um, n-not ex-exactly. I-I just, uh, d-don't l-look t-too much into Th-this, but I-I k-kinda have a th-thing…" The owner said nervously.
"Interest." Reid corrected, handing his own coffee to the male.
"I-interest, more like, F-for s-serial killers. I-I know m-many of Th-their names and what they d-did, I c-can tell y-you how m-many people came in here s-since we opened w-with n-names of k-killers."
At the end of his stammered words, he chugged the rest of his old friends' coffee.
The team (minus their genius) looked around at each other confused, but decided to let it drop.
"Do you remember about what time they were here?" The leader of the BAU asked, deflecting attention away from the young male's oddness.
"Charles at seven thirty one in the morning, I'm assuming you all know the dates that they got tattooed, part of the way you even got here, so I'm going to exclude that part. Ted at three nineteen in the afternoon. Gary at two thirty seven in the morning. Jeffery at nine forty four at night. Then John at twelve fifty eight, technically in the morning." He spouted off like he was reading from a book.
"Thank you. We will have to borrow the surveillance tapes for those times."
"Sure thing. Um, give me a minute to go get them."
The young male got up and went into a room connected to the room they were in.
Everyone took that time to finish up their coffee, while sneaking discreet (or in Derek's case blatant staring) at their intellect. They were all still very confused with the two of them. But most of them trusted that the genius would tell them when he saw fit.
The business owner came back in after a couple of minutes with ten DVD's in his hand. He handed them to Reid.
"Each DVD can only hold twelve hours of footage, but I remember where the males were sitting so I just grabbed the discs that are from the longest ranging cameras. I figured you would want the film from the entirety of the days, hence ten. They are all labeled." Dominic smiled.
"Thank you. We will return these when we can." Aaron assured, standing up.
The rest of the team followed suit (A/N pun intended). Young Lowell also followed them.
They all stopped once they got to the front door, meaning to say goodbye to the kind man. But he started talking before they could.
"Uh, hey Pen, I know you're working on this case, but since it's still pretty early in the investigation, if you are able to of course, would you want to catch up for a bit?" He asked.
"If my services aren't needed defiantly, know any good coffee shops?"
"Do you seriously have to ask me that? You didn't even like coffee before you met me."
The two had a laugh then.
"Well, my numbers the same and the giant brain of yours isn't soon to forget things, so I must let you go. Text me if a convenient time arrives, alright?" Dominic asked with a smile.
"Of course."
The two smiled at each other for a couple of seconds.
"Well, I should let you guys go. And check stock on things before the drunks come in. See you."
Lowell turned and walked back behind the black blanket.
Reid turned to look at his friends, who were all looking at him with 'Seriously man… WHAT THE HELL?' looks on their faces. Granted some were still more casual (Hotch, Rossi) than others (Derek). It still made him feel uncomfortable though. He ducked his head and walked past them.
"Reid, if there are no new leads by noon tomorrow, you can go." Their leader gave him permission.
He nodded nervously then went out the door.
"Let's head to the hotel. We should retire for the night." Hotchner said.
Morgan chuckled; he knew he would find a way to find out what happened with those two… even if that meant dragging his baby girl into all of this.