When they arrived in Maine, JJ and Spencer drove right to the police station, while Hotch and Rossi went to the high school and Prentiss and Morgan went to visit the parents.
"How do you do it? Sit back and do all this while they're out in the field actually getting something done?" he asked, pinpointing the abduction locations on the map best he could without any leads.
"You just have to remember what you do here gives them everything they need to go out there and catch the guy. Think about our last case – nobody else on the team would've thought to accuse the mailman. Thanks to your quick thinking, we were able to find out it was him and arrest him before another family got murdered."
He sighed. "Here's hoping I can still get those kinds of results being stuck at my desk in Quantico," he said, sitting in a chair and putting his feet up.
After the team made it back to the station, they'd had almost as little as they started with. None of the girls had any enemies, nor did their parents.
"They were all straight A student athletes that were looked up to by the entire student body," Hotch said.
"And after talking to the families, they're pretty cookie cutter. Very simple people, keep to themselves, and they'd rather talk out a problem than have any sort of conflict," Prentiss added.
Spencer chewed on his lip. "And their teachers, did they have any in common?" he inquired, looking through their schedules. He scanned them, then called Garcia."
"Almighty fountain of knowledge, how can I help you today?"
"Hey, Garcia, I need you to look up a few people for me, pull up all the records you can find."
"Fingers at the ready."
He continued to list off the 10 teachers the girls had in common over the last four years.
"It'll be a while, but never fear, I'll have those results to you ASAP," she said, ending the call.
He looked around the room at his fellow agents. "Have there been any bodies found recently?"
Morgan shook his head. "There hasn't been a body found around this city in at least 20 years."
"That's a good sign, isn't it?"
"Come again?"
"Well, a lot of times, kidnappers get sick of their original targets or they misbehave by their standards, and they're killed, then they abduct a new victim to replace them. If the unsub hasn't dumped any bodies recently, that could just mean he's keeping the girls."
Several hours had passed and Garcia had yet to get back to them with the results. The exhaustion of the day was showing on the rest of their faces, but Spencer was definitely hit worst. He yawned, shifting uncomfortable in his seat, pulling off his glasses, and rubbing his eyes.
"I'll call Garcia, have her send us the results in the morning. Everyone get something to eat and get some rest. Especially you, Reid."
He looked over at Hotch. "What are you talking about, I'm f-" he was hit by another yawn. Damnit.
"I'm sure you are. Put in your dinner order, then get back to the hotel and get some sleep."
"But Hotch-"
"That's an order."
He sighed, grabbing his bag and getting up. "Jayje, can I get a ride back?"
"No problem. Now come on, it's way past little Reid's bedtime."
