After JJ's departure the team struggles with the loss, and the complete refusal to replace her. Having gone through three Media Liaisons already the addition of Jena Eck has Hotch and the rest of the team questioning if they ever will fall into a rhythm again. All travel suspended the team is only working local cases. Taryn Gillis of the Special Crimes Unit has an idea that she could use one of the BAU members out it the field, to help give his perspective on the crime scene from a profilers point of view. Having her mind set on the perfect one, she won't stop until she gets him. A rapist and murderer is on the loose eluding Taryn's team and soon the case will land in Hotch's lap when it takes an unexpected twist.
As always I do not own any rights to CBS, ABC or their affiliates. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. This is an original story written on the basis of the show Criminal Minds and solely for entertainment purposes.
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~Cinny
Chapter 7
Reid stood along the wall with Morgan, silently waiting while Taryn and Hotch questioned Jamie. She had long straight dyed black hair. Large silver hoops dangled from her ears. Her dark eyes made darker by thick lines painted on her upper and lower lids. Every finger wore a ring. Her fake fingernails were long and pointy, with a painted leopard print. She tapped them on the table making a clicking sound. Reid put her about five foot one inch, 110lbs. About twenty of those pounds in her bra. She wore a black hooded jacket with a sleek looking cat in rhinestones on one side of the zipper. The same design in a larger scale on the back of the jacket. She slowly lowered the zipper, revealing a grey wife beater t-shirt two sizes to small, no bra. Reid wondered if the seductive movements were out of habit or because she was trying to stay in control of the situation.
Jamie bobbed her head forward, making her long hair dangle for a moment. She pulled both sides of her flat ironed hair straight down smoothing it out. Sitting back in the chair once again, she crossed her arms and legs simultaneously. She was protecting herself and shutting down in the process.
"I told you I don't remember anything else. Can I go now?"
She stared at Hotch, but when her eyes turned to Morgan, they grew wide with fear. Jamie put her palms together, pinching them between her thighs. Reid doubted she was 21, he estimated that she was under 18. Reid gave Morgan a knowing glance. Without a word Morgan left the room.
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"Jamie, would you like something to drink? A cup of coffee?" She didn't respond to the offer until Reid mentioned a can of coke.
"I think we have chicken salad too. Would you like something to eat?"
She nodded.
Reid took the team with him leaving Jamie alone. Morgan and Prentiss watched Jamie through the observation glass. She had gotten up, applied lip gloss to her lips, adjusted her t-shirt so more of her breasts showed. Satisfied with the way she looked, Jamie kissed the mirrored side of the observation window. She gave a toothy grin to her reflection. Morgan noticed her very white, perfectly straight teeth. Morgan took a photo of Jamie with his cell phone. He dialed though to Garcia's office.
"Baby girl I just sent you a photo. See if she is in any missing persons data base."
"Sure thing love."
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Jamie wiped her teeth on the inside lapel of her jacket. Satisfied with the way they looked she swiped at the lip prints, making a smudge on the glass. She blew moist warm air onto the glass and wrote 131 into it. Morgan looked at Prentiss when Jamie lifted her t-shirt up revealing the bottom swell of her breasts as she cleaned the glass.
"Whoa!"
"That could be her address." Prentiss was glad Morgan had the decency to look away.
"Yeah." Morgan agreed.
Jamie returned to the table. She looked down at the tablet that Hotch was writing on. She noted the scribbled lines, most of the writing illegible. She tore the sheet off, leaving it there for him. Prentiss watched as Jamie appeared to be sketching something. Leaving the tablet had worked. Hotch knew that Jamie didn't want to talk to them, but maybe she would write out the details when left alone.
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Reid began to take off his costume, leaving the jacket on a chair, removing the dog collar and the hiking boots.
"What are you doing?" Taryn asked.
"I'm going to change. Then Jena and I are going to go in there."
"What do you want me to do?" Jena stepped closer to Reid, eager to be close to him.
Taryn caught the doe eyed look Jena gave him. A wave of intense jealousy washed over her. Making her next statement a little sharp.
"We were doing a good job in there Reid."
He locked eyes with her. Standing face to face, neither of them willing to look away. Spencer could almost feel her body heat. He couldn't tell if it was a memory or if he was standing too close to her.
"I didn't say you were doing anything wrong. This isn't working with Jamie. She's afraid and she won't talk if she feels threatened."
Her mouth opened to protest, but she couldn't find words to make a good argument. The memory of what they had been doing less than an hour ago was robbing her of coherent thought. She bit her bottom lip for a split second. Nervously Taryn licked her lips. She swayed forward almost as if a magnetic force was pulling her to him.
Reid watched her tongue dart from her mouth, grazing her bottom lip. He let out a forced breath, barely audible. Taryn knew he was feeling what she was and that erased her jealousy in an instant.
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Spencer suddenly realized if he didn't back away from her he was going to embarrass himself more than he already had. It was bad enough that Morgan and Jones had caught them. He didn't need everyone staring at him now. He took a step back and then another. Grabbing his bag he ran to the men's room.
"He's right." Hotch spoke up. We look too much like the police. Jena and Reid are more her age and non threatening. I should have realized it."
"It's been a long day. Don't be too hard on yourself." Jena reached out and put her hand onto Hotch's arm.
Hotch looked down at her hand and then back up to meet Jena's eyes. She was so optimistic, always bubbly. Hotch wondered again if she was right for his team. As the days wore on he was positive she was good at her job, but one thing was becoming increasingly clear. If they wanted to keep her here, they needed to get used to a whole lot of sunshine from Jena.
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Reid returned wearing a pair of tan slacks, grey shirt and a sweater vest. His hair was combed neatly, the eyeliner washed off and his Clark Kent glasses sitting on his nose. Taryn never seen him wearing those and she stared at him.
He poured a cup of coffee and told Jena to bring a drink.
"We are just friends having a nice talk."
Jena nodded opting to get a diet coke also.
It was imperative to find this unsub. And do it now before he decided it was okay to kill again. They needed to get Jamie to feel comfortable to talk, and soon.
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When Reid and Jena walked into the room Jamie looked up at them. She didn't know for sure if she should say anything or just wait for them to do the talking.
"I brought you a sandwich and a bag of chips. I hope sour cream and onion is okay?"
At the sound of his voice Jamie's mouth dropped open. This geeky looking dude was the guy who stood at the back with the big cop? It couldn't be.
"What happened to you?"
"My name is Dr. Reid, Spencer Reid, you can call me Spencer. And this is Jena Eck."
"Jena's fine." She extended her hand, shaking Jamie's before taking a seat. Jena opened Jamie's can of soda for her, doubting the girl could do it with those finger nails.
"Thanks." Jamie tore at the chips and popped one into her mouth. Chewed for a few minutes as she wondered if this would be over soon.
Reid took a seat too.
"I'd like to walk you through a procedure to help you remember anything you can about that night."
She took another chip and then another. No one said a word. Reid sipped his coffee.
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"If I keep eating these I'm going to get fat. Is that what you want, me to get fat?"
Reid doubted it. She could eat a truck load of those and not get fat. Jamie reminded him of an emaciated dog. He reached into the breast pocket of his dress shirt, sliding a candy bar across the table.
She eyed it for a moment before stuffing it into her purse. He had hoped she would eat it.
"So you like to play dress up for your job too? Guess we're kind of alike, you and me."
Reid listened to her, knowing she was trying to establish her control in this conversation.
"When we both play dress up, someone's going to get screwed." She laughed loudly before popping another chip.
Jena felt like a third wheel on a date. She sat there and listened to the conversation, afraid that if she said anything, Jamie would clam up again.
"Are you a real doctor?"
"Yes, but not a physician."
"Ah, so one of them book kind of doctors that don't do nothin' but read. Okay doctor, what do you want to do to me. I'm flexible."
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She smiled brightly at him. He had turned the slightest shade of red. She wondered if Doctor smarty pants here was pure as the driven snow. There was something in his eyes though. Something that spoke of seeing too much. Jamie was familiar with that look in a person's eyes. She had seen it every day she looked in the mirror, for the last three years. She liked his innocence better and decided to play with him a little.
"She going to help too?" Jamie nodded in Jena's direction. "I don't mind you know. We can do this together." Jamie licked her bottom lip seductively.
Reid tried not to, but he could feel the blush rising up his cheeks hotter than before.
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She raised her pencil thin eyebrows. He really was embarrassed.
"Okay baby, I'll be good. You don't need to do all that." She shoved the sandwich into her purse, stood up taking the chips and soda. She slid the tablet across the table as she walked to his side. She kept her manicured finger nails on top of the tablet for a few seconds more. Reid looked up at her.
"You are a sexy thing aren't you. That get up you were in is nothing compared to this Superman thing you got going on now. You got a little Smallville in there?" She glanced down looking at his crotch for emphasis.
Reid put his hands in his lap.
She shook her head at him, making the ends of her long black hair brush the top of her ample breasts.
"Like I said, you don't need to do all that stuff, I'm not going to remember more. But this is his address, that's all you need isn't it?"
She ran a finger nail down his cheek until she put her fingers under his chin pushing his mouth closed.
