How do you know Reid?
A/N: Sorry it took me so long to update. I've been really busy with my other stories but I'm back now so please be nice and rate and review.
Abby's lab was strangely quiet. Considerate of her guest, the Goth kept the music down so the only sounds were keyboard clicks and slurps of Caf-Pow! Abby's babies had found the names of two of the victims but Gibbs was out of cellphone reach so she couldn't share the information with anyone except Garcia.
"Hey Garcia?" Abby called as the doors slid open to the smaller office Garcia was housed in. "I think I got something."
Garcia looked at her questioningly similar to the way Gibbs did when he wanted her to get to the point. Abby seemed to pick up on the look and ushered Garcia to follow her to her computers.
"Okay so I ran the fingerprints through the system and found both of them in the system." After hitting several keys the two victim's mug shots appeared on the screen. "Peter McClain and Tyler Lance."
"Why are they in the system?" Garcia asked.
"That's where it gets hinky." Abby admits. "D.C.'s criminal database is being changed to a different system so they are transporting all their files and they refuse to give me clearance for safety reasons. I've tried to hack them but honestly that's usually McGee's department so we'll have to wait for them to get back." She sounded slightly upset about that fact.
"Never fear Tech Goddess Penelope Garcia is here." Said goddess exclaimed, happy for something to do. She quickly ascended on her computers and began typing at a pace McGee would be jealous of.
"So how do you know Reid?" It was a question that had been bothering Garcia for a while now and she was determined to get an answer. Normally she would have hacked to get the answer but she knew Reid would be mad if he ever found out.
"Oh we see each other at conferences and stuff like that. He's really…interesting and wicked smart. I keep trying to get him out of those nerd clothes though. I get the geek chic thing but would it honestly kill him to walk out the house without a sweater vest or a tie. "
"I know right!" Garcia agreed whole heartedly. "And those glasses, I mean I think my grandfather wore those dinosaurs." Abby laughed lightly at the statement.
"Okay Peter McClain was arrested twice for drunken misdemeanors and Tyler Lance for soliciting prostitution." Garcia read off the screen. "Now all we have to do is wait for…" Her statement was cut off by her phone ringing. She quickly put on her headset and answered the phone.
"You have reached the Oracle of the all-knowing, technologically savvy super goddess. How may I assist you today?" She asked as she put the call speaker.
"Hey Garcia." Came Reid's voice on the other line. "We're on our way back and Hotch wants you and Abby in the Conference room so we can all discuss our findings at the same time."
"How long do you think you'll be Vanilla Bean?" Garcia inquired innocently.
"Well judging by the speed at which we're traveling…wait what did you just call me?" Both women tried not to laugh at the truly curious voice of Dr. Spencer Reid.
"I called you Vanilla Bean." Garcia repeated.
"I know what you called me but why?" Reid asked with the same cluelessness as before.
"Well you do drink a lot of coffee." Abby reminded him. They heard Reid sigh in almost a defeated way on the other line.
"Bye Garcia."
"Bye my Vanilla Bean!" Garcia chirped happily with a devilish grin before the line went dead. The two women burst into laughter.
"Is he always that adorably clueless?" Abby asked.
"You have no idea." Garcia murmured with a knowing smile as she continued typing. "No idea."
Everyone arrived at just about the same time. They moved to the conference room talking quietly amongst themselves. Abby and Garcia were already their talking when the large group arrived.
"Okay Dave why don't you and Agent McGee start." Hotch prompted once everyone had been seated.
"The crime scene was a wooded area of a park. The UnSub could have easily killed in privacy without anyone seeing him." Dave told the group.
"Well according to the autopsy report by the time the joggers found them the victim was killed around 2 AM." Derek said.
"Why would Commander Garrets be in the park alone at 2 AM?" Ziva asked.
"Garcia can you get me a map of all the surrounding areas. Bars, restaurants, that sort of thing." Hotch asked, well ordered.
"Oh captain, my captain how did I know you would ask that?" Garcia asked opening the laptop she had brought with her. The NCIs team exchanged looks regarding the flamboyant red head noticing how the BAU didn't even act surprised by the statement.
"There is a liquor store about two blocks away, a couple small corner stores, and a gas station." Garcia reported from her laptop. "Other than that just residential neighborhoods as far as the eye can see."
"Maybe he was intoxicated. Did the M.E. note any alcohol in his blood?" Emily asked.
"According to the report he was." Tony answered happy to actually add something to the discussion.
"He was actually twice the legal limit." Abby added.
"It would make it easier to subdue his victim." Gibbs said much to the surprise of his agents. He usually didn't say much.
"Guys I think these killings could be random." Reid said suddenly. All eyes turned to him at once. A killer killing at random was a dangerous and unpredictable thing.
"Why would you say that?" Hotch asked, his voice was completely calm.
"The cooling off period of each kill is different and so is the victimology." Reid answered sounding contemplative. He moved to the board where the victim's pictures were pinned. "The ethnicities are different and so are the physical features of each victim. They also have different occupations and socio-economic groups." Reid continued sounding very much like a college professor.
"So the fact that they are all male could be a coincidence too." J.J. stated looking slightly worried about the fact.
"There's no such thing as a coincidence." Tony said instinctively making Gibbs smirk.
"DiNozzo is right there has to be some connection." Morgan insisted.
"Well two of the victims do have a criminal record." Garcia said turning to Abby to further explain.
"Oh yeah, were identified Peter McClain and Tyler Lance for drunken misdemeanors and soliciting prostitutes." Abby spoke up. "So now we only have one victim unidentified."
"Garcia…"
"Check for any missing persons filed in the D.C. area." She finished his sentence for him. "I am on it my fearless leader."
"Reid while Garcia is doing that I want you to work on the geographical profile. See if you can find a safety zone. Random killing or not the there has to be some sort of consistency." Hotch ordered his youngest charge. Gibbs looked around noticing the weary faces of both teams.
"Why don't we break for lunch?" Gibbs suggested. He couldn't help but notice how the BAU all looked to their leader for the final say. The sheer amount of loyalty they all seemed to have for him, surprised the former Marine. Only after Hotch agreed did the others. Little did they know the Unsub was out hunting for his next victim…
A/N: My chapters are getting longer! I'm so proud of myself. Anyway the next chapter will be up soon. Please rate and review!