~Three hours later~

The BAU and the local policegathered around the big table at the Chicago Police Department to present their findings. Reid told them what Bella had said, and it all seemed to clear a bit.
"We know the suspect's name is George Warren, but we have no address, which would indicate him probably living in a trailer aswell. We know he is a transvestite, but we don't know when and how often he's dressing up, so we might be looking for someone that seems to be a female at first glance" JJ told them.

"The first impression of him is that he's a gentleman, submissive and almost too kind. He might have left the city, or he's waiting for things to cool down before he kills again" Morgan filled in and looked over at Prentiss.
"He is unemployed, probably getting his money from selling drugs or possibly prostitution" Prentiss said.
"Even though he's probably poor, he looks like a person of high status, he's always tipping the escort girls at the club and is a paying member" Reid said. The police force stared at them.
"Any family members we could contact?" one of them asked.

"His only living family is his sister, but she's been in a coma for over three years after a car accident" Hotch said. "There is no car registered to him, so he must be travelling by bus, he can't live that far from the club, an hour ride at the most"

Garcia was sitting just utside the office on a couch, with her laptop on the coffe table before her. Reid walked up to her.
"I think I've got a date" he said. She looked up at him.
"Wow, Reid. When?" she asked with her jaw dropped. He smirked.
"If Hotch has ruled her out as a suspect, we're going to dinner tomorrow" he said and shoved his hands down his pockets.
"That's great" Garcia squeaked and faced her screen again. "She really likes you, Spence"

Reid frowned.
"I thought only JJ called me 'Spence'" he said. Garcia shrugged and giggled.
"Bella uses it all the time, I guess I'm getting used to it"

Reid couldn't help but smile.

"So... do you think Hotch will let me?" he asked. Garcia looked up at him once more.
"She's not even a witness, Reid. Just a visitor at the club providing us information about the club in general. She wasn't there when those people died and all she knows is that the suspect is using escorts and wears zebra, which I totally dig..."

Reid raised an eyebrow at her.
"... I didn't say I approve of murder" she said and they chuckled.
"I'm gonna get a coffee and make my gray cells useful" Reid joked. He joked?
"Reid, she's affecting you already, where's my genius?" Garcia said in a concerned tone. He smiled.
"I will always be your genius, Garcia" Reid said and left her sitting on the couch with a big smile on her face.
"Those gray cells are flapping their wings down your tummy, hun" she said quietly.

Bella was driving in her bright yellow car when her phone rang. With one hand on the wheel, she flipped her cell open.
"The second most faboulus Garcia speaking" she said with a smirk. There was a moment of silence.
"Second most faboulus?" Reid asked, and blushed just a second later as it replayed in his mind, sounding not like he had meantfor it to do. Bella giggled.
"Ooh if it isn't Dr Spencer Reid calling, what can I do you for?"

Reid bit his lip and his hands began to sweat. She really was a special girl.
"About dinner tomorrow..." he began. She giggled.
"Did daddy Hotch let you go? Or is he afraid I might bite you?"

Reid closed his eyes. She was really something...
"Actually, you're not really a part of the investigation anymore, so we're fine" he said and chuckled nervously.
"Great" Bella said. "Come pick me up around five and I'll take you somewhere good" she said, smiling. He could tell she was happy, and it made him smile aswell.
"Okay, Bella. I will" he said.
"See you tomorrow then, love"

"Yeah, will do"

Love? He hung up and leaned back in his chair. He liked the sound of that.