Chapter 9

Viva Miami

When I woke up in his arms I smiled greater than I ever had. I kissed his cheek and he blinked several times. He smiled at me and I kissed him.

"Buenas dias Spencer."

"Morning Freya."

I gave him another kiss before stretching and then getting up. I fed my cats and then took a shower. Spencer took one after me.

"You know if you walk into work wearing the same cloths as yesterday they'll ask questions….."

"And eventually put it all together, yeah I know. I was gonna go back to my apartment and change."

I smiled and gave him breakfast. My cat, Luna, was very fond of Spencer.

"It's kind of hard to ignore her when she keeps rubbing against my leg."

I laughed and then snapped my fingers at the cat.

"Vamos Luna, dejó Spencer comer." (Come on Luna, let Spencer eat.)

She ran off and I looked at my other cat, Screamer. He was all black and he was just sitting on the arm of the chair calmly, eyes half closed.

"I'll go with you back to your apartment. We should keep showing up to work together or they'll start guessing."

He nodded and continued to eat. I had to smile.

"Well at least someone likes my cooking."

"Who doesn't like it?" He asked in disbelief.

"Rossi."

He smirked.

"He's Italian. And he cooks, he feels threatened I bet. He had to compete with you."

I laughed and shook my head.

"Rossi is an excellent cook. I refuse to eat Italian food unless it's made by him anymore."

He smiled and laughed.

"What about the wine?"

I raised a brow.

"You know I prefer my Corona, but yes I'll admit it's good wine."

We both started to laugh and then Screamer started to meow and scratch at my chair leg.

"Ah, no hagas eso Screamer! Y ... oh mierda!" (Ah don't do that screamer! And…oh shit!)

I looked at the clock and so did Spencer. We both jumped up and I grabbed my things and we ran out the door.

We made the quick stop at his apartment and before we walked into work I straightened his tie.

"There, now lets go or Hotch will fire us both."

We ran inside and as usual we managed to make it on time. We walked inside and said good morning to everyone but Morgan stopped us.

"Hold up a minute! Since when do you two walk in without your coffee and tea?"

Mierda!

Good thing Spencer could think fast on his feet.

"I fell asleep at her apartment watching Lord of the Rings and we were rushing back to my apartment so I could get some cloths and we forgot."

If Morgan bought it, he didn't show it. He shrugged and Prentiss and JJ were looking at us with smiles. I shook my head and they just laughed. We all sat at the round table and for once I drank coffee. One sip and I made a face.

"How do you guys drink this stuff?" I asked.

They all had a good chuckle at that one. JJ turned on the screen and we saw another dead man.

"Charles Luvet was found floating in a Miami Marina last night. Local M.E. thinks he was only in the water about an hour." she said.

"Any attempt to weigh the body down?" Hotch asked.

JJ looked at the reports.

"Doesn't look like it."

"The dumping could be convenient, as opposed to hiding the crime." I said.

"Well he's the third victim found in Miami over the last two months. Though the locations of the bodies are different. Many of the elements are the same….all male, all asphyxiated with no signs of sexual assault." JJ read.

"But tourists could just be simple robbery." Morgan said.

"Well there are some personal items missing." Hotch said.

"He's targeting travelers for a reason." I added.

The heels was the first thing I heard, then in walked a late Penelope Garcia.

"I'm so sorry!"

"Hey, half-day today?" Morgan teased.

I smiled at Spencer and he smiled back.

"I overslept. Alarm, sir." she said to Hotch.

"Everyone's allowed to be late, once."

I chuckled at the 'once' part of that sentence.

"It won't happen again." she promised.

She sat down and looked at me. I wiggled my brows and she nodded. I smiled at her and shook my head.

"Anyone else notice the red flag on the autopsy report?" Rossi asked.

"None of the hyoid bones are fractured." I said.

"No visual signs of trauma." Hotch noted.

"Yet the unsub still managed to asphyxiate grown men. Maybe a chokehold? It wouldn't leave any signs of trauma." said Morgan.

"It would also be a way of controlling a male. A powerful grip from behind gives the unsub all the leverage. None of these victims look out of shape or easy to control. In fact they all look….incredibly fit." Spencer said.

"Well like I said, the recovery locations are very different. Charles Luvet was found in the water, Daniel Brown was partially buried in a sand dune, and Paul Hayes was stuffed into a dumpster."

"That's not much of an effort to hide any of them." said Prentiss.

"They were all found in high traffic areas." I said.

"Miami PD is asking for our help. Considering there are four other men missing that match this victimology."

"I can dig up what I can on the victims from their hometowns." Garcia said.

"Miami is a mecca for potential targets, and anyone traveling is more vulnerable than they normally would be." Hotch said.

"Case in point, Charles Luvet was a vacationing cop." JJ said.