Chapter 37

Now You See Me

The next morning when we went to meet up with everyone, I could feel Prentiss' hangover before I even came within 3 feet of her.

"JJ I swear to god!"

"What?"

I saw Rossi pantomime drinking and then a hangover. I smiled and we walked over to them.

"You guys sleep through your alarm?" Morgan asked.

"Hotch is already at the airstrip. How fast can you pack?" JJ asked.

"Actually Freya and I were gonna stay for a few days. I haven't seen my mom in a while and we have some wedding stuff to plan."

I looked at him. He was a terrible liar.

"Okay take a few days. Do what you have to do."

"Don't go getting married without us though. I swear I'll hate you both forever." Morgan said.

I smiled and laughed.

"We won't."

I pushed my worry for Spencer onto Rossi and Morgan. They looked at me and I nodded. Prentiss walked past a little unstably. JJ looked at Spencer.

"Hey um, take care of yourself."

He nodded.

"What you're not worried about me?"

She smiled.

"I know you can handle yourself."

I hugged her and put my hand on her belly.

"You keep mommy on her feet little one. Stay healthy." I said.

JJ laughed and then left. I sighed and looked at Spencer.

"They could've helped us."

"They don't need to be bothered with this. I'd say the same to you only I'd probably end up sleeping in the other bedroom when we got home."

I laughed and hugged him. We went to the police station and Spencer walked up to an officer.

"Hi I'm Dr. Spencer Reid of the FBI. I need to see everything you have on a 1984 murder of a boy named Riley Jenkins."

"Just a second."

We waited for a bit and then a detective brought out a box.

"That was a rough one."

"Did you work it?" I asked.

"Yeah, three or four blocks away when the call came in on the radio. First kid, you don't forget those."

I sighed.

"No you don't." I whispered.

"Let me ask you this, were there any suspects?" Spencer asked.

"Family initially, the dad, older brother." he answered.

"That makes sense he was found in his own basement right?"

"Yeah, after a while the family got defensive, stopped cooperating. Always figured it was somebody outside the home. What's the beauroué's interest in the case?" He asked.

"Um, research." Spencer answered.

I looked at him but he was looking through the box.

"Is this everything?" he asked.

"There might be another box down in records." he said.

"We'd like to see it all if you don't mind."

He walked off and Spencer looked at the picture inside. He frowned.

"I remember this. I remember that shirt." he said.

I didn't know what to say. When the detective came back we took what we needed and then went back to the hotel. I was silent and so was Spencer. As walked to our room I heard the TV. The door was also opened. Spencer pushed it open and there was Rossi and Morgan, eating chips and watching 'Days of Our Lives'. I smirked.

"What are you guys doing here?" Spencer asked.

"Hey, what's it look like we're doing?" Morgan asked.

"Uh breaking into our room and watching days of our lives. Aren't you supposed to be on a plane back to D.C.?"

"And you're supposed to be hanging out with your mom and going over wedding details." Rossi retorted.

"But you're not." Morgan pointed at the box. "Riley Jenkins?" He asked.

"No that's not…..that's actually not why I'm here." he said.

I sighed.

"Spencer they know."

He looked at me.

"Who do you think you're talking to kid?" Morgan asked.

He stood up.

"I know what this has been doing to you. I'm glad I don't have Freya's ability." Morgan said.

"Let us help. Maybe together we can find out who killed him." Rossi said.

Spencer sighed.

"I think I might already know."

I turned around and went into the bathroom.

Spencer's POV

Freya went into the bathroom and closed the door.

"What's wrong with her?" Morgan asked.

"It's because of who I think the suspect it."

"So tell us about him."

"Truth is I don't know anything about him. He's my father."

I heard Freya splash water on her face. I pushed my hair back. I hated doing this to her. I laid down the files on the bed and she came out.

"Before we go down this road, you need to be sure." Rossi said.

I looked at him.

"He's right, some rocks don't need looking under." Morgan added.

I looked at Freya, her green eyes silently pleading with me.

"My mind is sending me signals, I can't ignore them anymore." I told them.

"Mixed signals. That's what the subconscious is all about. You know that." Rossi said.

"Reid your dad left you….."

"You can't change his mind." Freya said cutting him off.

I looked at her. I knew she was on the fence about all this.

"Freya you don't have to…."

She smiled and took my hand.

"When you asked me to marry you I said yes. And when I did I made a promise to be at your side no matter what. I'm with you on this as well. If doing this will help you then let's do it." she said.

I smiled at her.

"I've come this far. I'm not going back."

She squeezed my hand and we started to look over the files.

"Riley was six at the time, his father Lou Jenkins was supposed to pick him up from T-ball practice at four but he got delayed at work, prompting Riley to walk the three blocks home. His mother got home in the early evening and she found him dead in the basement." I explained.

"So the offender came to the house after the boy arrived home." Rossi said.

"Or picked him up on the way there." Freya commented.

"Coaxes Riley into the basement where he sexually assaults him." Morgan said.

"Boy's mouth was taped shut." Rossi read.

"It's symbolic, the unsub fears Riley will talk, he panics, weighs his options."

"Decides to make certain he'll never talk." Morgan said.

"Finds a knife in the fishing gear under the stairs, stabs Riley nine times in the chest. Stuffs him behind the dryer." Rossi said.

I started to think.

"So the unsub's a white male in his late 20's to early 30's." I said.

"Which means we're looking for a man in his 50's." said Rossi.

"He most likely knew the boy, maybe even been to his house."

"A neighbor." Freya said.

I started looking at the maps of the area.

"Reid what is it?" Morgan asked.

"My family lived less than a mile from the Jenkins'." I answered.

"You think your dad knew the boy?" Rossi asked.

"I don't know. My memory's lack of recall just reinforces how little I knew about him." I answered.

"Reid were gonna have to track him down, you do know that." Morgan told me.

"I should talk to my mother first, neighbors, get their impressions."

"Reid, I don't need to tell you this signature is knee based on sexual nature. The man we're looking for is a pedophile. So I'm asking you again, are you sure you want to go down this road?"

Freya's POV

Spencer was certain. When he went to talk to his mom I sat on the bed in the hotel. Rossi sat down next to me.

"You doing okay?" he asked.

"He wants it to be him. He's just looking for reasons and ways to pin it on him." I said.

Rossi sighed.

"I know. But you and I both know he won't stop until he finds the truth. Just like you still haven't stopped looking for the one who murdered your parents."

I knew he was right, but I was still worried. When Spencer came back we went to see Lou Jenkins. We told him why we were there and he got defensive.

"It's just a theory Mr. Jenkins." Spencer told him.

"You must be out of your damn minds." he said.

"We're trying to get some new facts." Morgan said.

"Well you're hell and gone from facts if you think Will Reid killed my son." he said.

"So you were friends?" Spencer asked.

He looked at us.

"Who the hell are you to come here asking that?"

He started to walk off.

"I'm his son." Spencer said.

He stopped and looked right back.

"Spencer?" he nodded. "Spencer a 'G' man. How about that. But I don't understand."

He seemed a little calmer now he knew who Spencer was.

"Was William around your house often?" I asked.

"The occasional barbeque that sort of thing."

"Was Riley around on these occasions?" Spencer asked.

"Why are you doing this?" He asked.

"I need to know."

"Take it from someone who does know. He was a good man."

I nodded.

"Thanks for your time." said Morgan.

We turned to go but Spencer lingered.

"Where is he these days? My dad." he asked.

Morgan and I looked at each other.

"It's been years but he's probably still at that same firm in Summerland."

My eyes widened.

"He's been in town this whole time?" Spencer asked.

"As far as I know."

Spencer turned slowly and then walked away. Morgan and I followed.

"You know Summerland?"

"Yeah it's like nine miles east of here off the 47." he answered.

We picked up Rossi and then went to the firm. Spencer didn't say a thing to anyone on the way there. We went up to where his office was and to the reception desk.

"Can I help you?" asked the receptionist.

Spencer tried to talk, but now words came.

"We're here to see William Reid." Rossi said.

"Is he expecting you?"

"I don't think so." I said.

I showed her my credentials and she nodded.

"He's in a meeting, but I'll let him know you're here." she said.

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom." said Spencer.

I watched him go and I sighed.

"I've never seen him like this before. I think he's still angry."

"Wouldn't you be?" I asked softly.

He was about to answer when someone walked out the door. Spencer's father.

"You're with the FBI?"

We nodded.

"I'm Agent Freya Delavaga and these are agents Rossi and Morgan."

"We're here on a more personal case. This concerns your son." said Rossi.

"My son? Spencer? What's happened?"

"That's what we're trying to find out."

I closed my eyes and Spencer came up behind me.

"Hello dad."

They stared at each other.