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Reid made it back to his desk just in time for Hotch and Rossi to enter the bullpen. They continued through to the conference room. Hotch only had to look over at Reid to have him jumping up from his desk to follow them.

The only chair in the room that was empty when he entered was next to Emily. He took it, keeping his eyes on Hotch and Rossi rather than on his teammate. So he didn't notice that Emily and Morgan were regarding him like a bomb about to go off at any moment.

"Rossi and I just returned from speaking with the families of the victims." Hotch began.

"We were able to find what might be the connection between them, other than their physical characteristics." Rossi added.

Reid turned his entire attention to his superiors hoping that they had found the key to the case so that he could ask Kira out for real instead of using her to get something. She deserved better than that. Her hazel eyes had something in their depths that called out to him. He'd never seen the kind of longing in someone else that he felt in his own heart.

"We discovered that all the victims were either only children or raised by someone other than their parents." Rossi was saying. "Gwen Ockley, the first victim, was an only child. She was born and raised in Virginia. Her parents live in Mclean.

"We had to speak to Victoria Schaffer's grandparents on the phone. Her mother was a junkie in New York City. Her father isn't known and her mother died of a heroin overdose when she was ten. Her grandparents became her guardians at that point." Hotch took up the narrative. "Shelby Hanford's parents live here in DC. She didn't have any siblings. Marianna Bently was an orphan who grew up in an orphanage in South Carolina."

"So what does that mean?" Emily asked. "Is the un-sub targeting them because they don't have much in the way of family, or is he lacking in family too?"

"We won't know that until we find him." Morgan said. "Right now it's the only lead we have."

"Garcia," Hotch directed his next request to their tech.

"Yes sir," she pushed her dark red framed glasses up on her nose.

"I want you to look into like crimes. All of these women share another trait. They all lived on the east coast at sometime in their lives and three were born in this area. We need to find out if there have been other missing persons or sexual crimes against women that may have survived an encounter with this man."

"Yes sir," she repeated. "I looked into the medical connection, but I couldn't find anything. All of the women used different doctors. As you know I can't access medical records because of HIPPA rules."

"Keep looking anyway… There might be something to it." Hotch ordered here. "Do what you can."

"As you wish my lige," she winked at him and left the room for her beloved computers.

"Reid," Hotch addressed the younger man. "What did you find out about Ms Reynolds?"

Reid looked around at the rest of the team. JJ and Emily were eyeing him with undisguised interest. Morgan's eyes were twinkling with mischief. Rossi was the only one that looked a little bored. "Who's Ms Reynolds?" He asked Reid.

"She's a student at UVA that picked him up in a coffee bar." Morgan said.

"She didn't pick me up." Reid said indignantly. "She's not like that at all."

"Not like what?" Rossi asked curiously, his mouth twitching against a smile at the mortified young doctor.

"I just mean that she's shy and pretty and really nice." Reid huffed going very red in the face.

"Alright, everyone leave him alone. We have a killer to catch." Hotch reminded the others.

"We're sorry Spence," JJ said in a tone that said she wasn't that sorry at all.

He glared at her and she smiled. "She said she hasn't experienced anything out of the ordinary." Reid said desperately. If they'd get their heads back on the case.

"Did you ask her about anything out of the ordinary?" Hotch asked.

"Yeah… I don't think she's a target Hotch." Reid said, hoping he could just ask her out instead of using her to find a killer.

Hotch simply stared at him. "Okay… If she hasn't had any problems then we should move on to other possible victims. I want you to work with Garcia on that." He instructed Reid.

Reid let his breath out slowly. "I'll get right on it." He jumped out of his chair and hurried out of the room.

He decided that he would call her that night after work and see if she wanted to go to dinner or maybe a movie. He could handle that, right.

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Kira stared out the window as she waited for Dr Mount joy. The pale-green leaves on the trees against the light blue sky and white fluffy clouds mocked her. She should've called the doctor's secretary and cancelled this appointment. The last thing she wanted to do was bare her soul to a shrink.

"Kira…"

She turned to see Dr. Mount joy's nurse smiling at her. "He's ready for you."

Kira followed the very tall, red haired nurse to the last room on the left. Dr. Mount joy sat in his usual place, in a large mahogany colored leather chair behind an even larger oak desk. He smiled at her from behind rimless glasses. His ice blue eyes were kinder than they looked.

"Hello Kira. How are you today?"

She took the smaller leather chair across from his desk. "I'm fine."

He raised his eyebrows but he didn't contradict her. "How's your writing?"

"I'm having writer's block."

He sat back in his chair, leaving his pen on top of his yellow legal pad. "Why do you think you're having trouble?"

"I don't know." She said softly, keeping her eyes on the floor.

"Do you remember what we talked about last time?" He asked her as she stared at the light rose-colored carpet.

"Yes…"

"You promised you would be honest with me. It's the only way you'll get past your writer's block and your parents' deaths."

"Yes sir."

She thought for a long time. He didn't speak as the shadows from the trees shifted position in the office from the uncovered windows.

"I met a man." She blurted out feeling her face go red.

"You don't sound happy," he observed picking up his pen again.

"I am… I just, well I don't think he likes me." She admitted, unable to meet the eyes of the doctor she'd been seeing for the last five months.

"Why do you assume he doesn't like you?" Dr. Mount joy asked.

She reached out for the small crystal swan on the left side of his desk. He never said she couldn't touch anything on his desk so she often fingered it nervously. "He's an FBI agent… He called me and asked me out for coffee."

"That's a good thing. You need practice in social situations." The doctor said, as he studied her with his ice blue eyes.

"He wanted my help with a case. He didn't ask me there because he likes me. He said that I might be in danger from the killer that's taking all these girls from school."

"I've read about it, and you do resemble them." Dr. Mount joy said.

She turned the crystal swan over in her hands admiring the way the sunlight from the windows sparkled on all its beveled surfaces. It was lovely and perfect, not bland and dull like her.

"I'm fine," she finally said, ignoring the urge to tell him about the call she'd received and the message. It didn't matter anyway. It was just a crank call.

"Still, I think you should be careful. Are you sure this man is who he says he is."

"I looked him up on Google and found all these articles he's written, and stuff from when he was hired by the bureau."

Dr. Mount joy only raised his eyebrows behind his glasses. "Then I think you're safe enough for now. You should help him if he asks for it. It's a way in for you." He reminded her. "Remember what you promised in our last session?"

"I know… I promised I would try to talk to men. I did that," she reminded him. "I made the first move in the coffee house." The note of pride in her voice surprised her.

"How did it make you feel?" He asked continuing with his notes.

She hadn't really thought about that part of the encounter, only the outcome. "I - um I really didn't think about it. I guess it was a good feeling." She put the swan back on his desk and met his eyes for the first time in the session. "I really liked it."

"Good… Then I suggest you go with it and spend time with this young man. You need to get out there and have some fun. Your mother and father would want that for you."

"I know… It's just really hard." She lowered her eyes to the floor again and studied her dirty white sneakers.

"It's the things that are difficult that give us the most satisfaction." He said.

She suddenly wanted to roll her eyes at the doctor. He sounded like a Hallmark card to her. "I'll try," she said again, hoping that he would move on.

"Our time's up Kira. Make an appointment for next week."

"Yes sir." She escaped, feeling relief that it was finally over for another week.

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He watched her waiting for the bus across the street. She sat at the very edge of the bench, ignoring the grey haired older woman with a cane, who sat in the middle of the bench reading a book. The old woman didn't have any interest in talking either, which intrigued him. No one seemed to engage in the social niceties anymore. Still it was good for him because he could focus on her without the old woman in the way.

He unzipped his pants and reached into his boxers. He held some of the torn and bloodied blouse from his last victim in his hand. He used it to stroke himself as he watched her through his car window with binoculars. She had the rare gift of not knowing she was beautiful and it made her that much more arousing.

He had just enough time to reach climax before the bus took her away from him. He used the torn shirt to clean up. He shoved it into his glove box and zipped up his pants. Kira Reynolds would soon be his forever, just like the others.