~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.
