"Reid, go back to the hotel and check up on Jessica." Hotch orders after they've adapted a weak profile.
When Spencer tries to protest, he stops himself, realizing he really should check up on her. He nods and stands, his joints still stiff from sleeping on the chair beside the window. His eyes flicker to the clock; noon already.
"Prentiss, go with him." Hotch says as Spencer grabs his bag.
"Yes, sir." She says respectfully. Morgan looks after them with envy, wishing he could leave the station and get some air. Bored and unsure of what to do, Morgan brings Garcia up on the screen.
"Yes, Mr. Mysterious? What can I do for you?" Garcia asks, her shiny lip gloss drawing attention to her every syllable.
Hotch gets up from the table and leaves, probably to get coffee. Rossi, probably going to bother him about Jessica being in Vegas, follows. J.J. sits across the table, sipping her coke.
"Livening the day up would help a lot, Garcia." Morgan answers, giving her a sad smile.
"Derek Morgan, that I can do." Garcia says, her eyebrows raising to whatever her screen is showing.
"You got something?" J.J. asks, sitting up straight.
"Not for the case…but Hotch asked me to keep an eye on Nathalie's credit card…" Garcia says.
"I thought Reid took the credit card away from Jessica?" Morgan presses.
"The one with the credit card just made an interesting purchase… One I really don't think our G-man made."
When Spencer and Emily get to the hotel room's door, Spencer looks in his wallet for the card.
Something in the back of his mind bugs him, but he doesn't understand what. He slides his card and the door unlocks.
"Jess?" Spencer calls as they head in.
He looks around at the empty room, refusing to believe she was gone.
"I'll go ask the clerk if they saw her go." Emily says, hurrying out.
Spencer looks around, noticing every small detail, as if it was a crime scene. The bed spread was made, but had indentation marks as if someone had laid there recently. The trash can was full of crumpled up paper. He walks over curiously, remembering that he threw his paper from the night before in the bathroom's trash, not the bedroom's.
As he picks up the papers, his blood freezes. The first paper contained numbers; the same numbers that had been haunting him for the past day and a half. He picks up another ball of paper and spreads it out. This time, there are words. The alphabet is at the top, written backwards, including periods, exclamation points, question marks, and apostrophes.
"Reid, no one saw her leave." Prentiss says, slightly out of breath.
"She figured out the code." Spencer says.
"What?" Emily asks, not comprehending why Spencer wasn't freaking out.
"She figured out the code!" He says, a frown on his face. "How didn't I get it?"
"What do they say, Reid?"
"The first one says 'She deserved what was coming.' The other says 'She took away my life as well as his.'"
"Alright, let's focus on Jessica. Where could she be?" Emily asks, looking around. Nothing looks out of place, but she wouldn't know; it isn't her room.
"The credit card." Spencer says suddenly, understanding why his head had set off alarms. Pulling out his wallet, he sees the credit card is gone and the room's card had been in the wrong spot. "Jessica took it."
"What would she need a credit card for?" Emily asks. Spencer looks at everything in the room carefully, trying to see something out of the ordinary.
He walks into the bathroom and notices the tissue box that was full earlier, is now empty. The trash can is filled with tissues, along with something else sticking out of it. Carefully, he pulls the box out of the trash.
Shock hits Spencer hard and fast. He chokes and drops the box.
"Reid?" Emily asks from behind him. "Reid?!" She says, noticing his pale face.
Without saying a word, he points to the box on the floor.
"A pregnancy test?" Emily says, her mouth popping open. "Where's the test stick?" She asks. They both look around, coming up with nothing.
"I'll call Nathalie." Spencer says, his voice still a little choked. Emily nods, watching him walk out. Emily pulls out her phone to call Hotch. Right before she dials, her phone buzzes.
"Hello?" Prentiss answers.
"Garcia says there was a pregnancy test purchased on Nathalie's credit card that Jessica stole. Is she at the hotel?" Hotch asks.
"No, we found the box, but no Jess or testing stick."
"Hold on a minute." Hotch says. Emily can hear Morgan's voice in the background, urgent.
"There has been another murder. You and Reid, look for Jessica, we'll investigate." Hotch says.
As soon as she hangs up, she walks back into the room. Spencer is staring down at the ground, his knuckles are white from squeezing the cell phone tight.
"Did you call Nathalie?" Emily asks, concerned.
"I can't." He says, putting it back in his pocket. "What did Hotch say?"
"There was another murder. He said we should find Jess while they check it out." Emily says, heading for the door.
They exit the hotel, it's beauty not having any effect on either of them.
"Where would Jessica go?" Emily asks as Spencer takes the driver's seat.
"This is Vegas. She could be anywhere." He says, starting the car.
The two of them drive for a few hours, looking at people on the street. "Call Garcia, ask if there are… clinics around." Spencer says, uncomfortably.
Hotchner, Morgan, and Rossi look around the fresh crime scene, desperately looking for answers. Rossi's mood still hasn't improved, especially when he found out that Jessica had left her room.
"How long is the new note?" Morgan asks.
"If it's words, it makes about ten words." Hotch says.
"The new victim, how old was she?" Rossi asks, staring down at the pool of blood where the body was found.
"She was twenty-one." Hotch says, the disgust in his voice evident.
Morgan takes a breath and shakes his head. Rossi stays unemotional, but looks away from the blood.
"She's not giving anything up." Morgan says hopelessly.
At that moment, Hotchner's cell phone rings. He flips it open, needing good news.
"Garcia?" He asks.
"I found something on Courtney Madison." She says. "I found a marriage license."
"We know she was married to Ethan." Hotch says, a little irritated.
"No, to someone else. They got married two days before the killings started." Garcia rushes. She felt like she was on top of the world, knowing something helpful.
"Who?"
"His name is Officer Tyler Roth. Unlike Courtney, he is all over the system. Arrested for minor charges, but still on the police force. He's had some custody issues over his son, but seems normal. Last wife died in an arson fire. He lives in Vegas." She answers. "His address was sent to your phone."
"Thank you, Garcia."
"The clever Penelope Garcia is ready for anything, sir." She says with a smirk.