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Chapter Six:
The Breakfast Nook was packed with customers. Ryan and Gaia were lucky to get a table in the back of the restaurant.
Ryan picked at her scrambled eggs.
"So, are you kicking me off the assignment?" she asked.
"I'm giving you another month to find me something useful," Gaia said.
"I'm trying every spare minute of every day," Ryan said.
"I know you are," she said. "And I can see the frustration in your reports."
"So, I'm going to put in for a transfer in a month and you're going to hope they pick another genius agent?"
"I'm going to recommend this one," she said.
"Do you have him or her already working on the assignment?" Ryan asked.
"I don't want to alarm Reid with a new voice in his head at the same time," she said.
"Is there anything else you'd like to tell me?"
"I think we should try a different approach," she said. "Focus on what you have in common with him. Think of facts rather than just his name while you're meditating. Consider what drives your passion towards finding him."
"I haven't fallen in love with him," Ryan said after taking a sip of water. "He's ten years older than me. Which leads to my favorite question you refuse to answer: Why the secrecy? The team misses the guy horribly. I met Agent Jareau's older son once and he stated that I was sitting at his godfather's desk."
"I have my reasons for remaining quiet, and they don't pertain to you," she said firmly.
"So, what if I were to tell them that I was chosen by you, the head of criminal psychology at Quantic, to go on a mission to find Spencer Reid using my above-average intelligence to practice a kind of experimental telepathy that sounds something like the plot of Dan Brown's latest book?"
"You'd risk your integrity and mine by doing so," she said. "Do you like your job, Fi?"
"I do," she said.
"So why risk losing it now?" she asked. "Keep at it for another month and we'll revisit where you belong."
Gaia got up and put money down for the bill.
"My suggestions are in my latest message. I expect a report by tomorrow."
She left without another word. Ryan continued to eat. Gaia Daniels was scary and entrancing at the same time. Being a student of hers was a rewarding and enlightening experience. Conducting a covert rescue mission for her, was something else. She was a puzzle of a woman.
After eating and paying, Ryan got up and went back to the office to finish some paperwork.
"How was breakfast?" Prentiss asked.
Ryan nearly jumped out of her seat.
"Good," she said, recovering quickly.
"I've attended several of her lectures," she said. "I also know Spencer Reid was particularly fond of her style of writing. Said it spoke to the mind of a killer with the perfect balance in tone."
"Interesting," Ryan said.
That confirmed one theory for why she was keeping the whole thing a secret.
…
Sitting in lotus position, she closed her eyes and held her basketball.
There are over thirty-five thousand pebbles or bumps, on a Spalding basketball.
The Boston Celtics have won the most NBA championships, currently holding the record at seventeen.
The NBA requires all game balls to be inflated between 7.3 and 8.5 PSI
The average NBA player can jump twenty-eight inches off the ground.
Most rubber produced today is synthetic.
Rubber is a polymer of isoprene. As a polymer, it's makeup is
CH2=C(CH3)CH=CH2
Spencer?
Who are you?
Ryan hesitated seconds.
Call me Fi
Like Phi? The golden ratio: one point six one eight zero three three
Nine eight eight
How far can you memorize?
Fifty, you?
Sixty
Cool
I'm scared Phi
I'm trying to help you. Do you have any identifiers around you, like a window?
There are two windows. I see trees.
Can you identify the type of trees?
No. They are common trees to the North American region.
At least we know you're most likely in the States then.
I hope so.
We will find you. I promise.
Who is we?
I have a friend who is helping me.
I hear footsteps. I-
PANIC AND I WILL LOSE YOU!
He's taken part of my liver out and my left kidney. He's measuring my brainwave response to stimuli. I don't know why. Help me!
Stay calm!
I'm trying! He has a needle. He's going to put me under. Help!
Recite the golden ratio every time you're alone. It will be honing signal to you. I will find you and I will help you I promise.
One point six one eight
Ryan opened her eyes as tears fell. Now she had a lead.