The BAU office was never completely silent, there was always sound. Either from highly trained fingers typing away at a government sanctioned computer or boisterous, intelligent voices, discussing the latest acts of humanities depravity, but today, at this point in time, the BAU was dead silent. Until, a burst of cheers exploded as the BAU's resident genius made a nearly impossible paper ball toss into a waste bin.
"Damn it." Luke Alvez groaned. He should've known never to bet against Reid, but Luke operated on the firm belief that everyone was wrong at some point, but apparently that didn't apply to Dr. Spencer Reid.
"It's all based on physics, specifically the angle, weight, and trajectory of the object being thrown. Now if I'd angled the paper ball in a twenty-five-degree angle, instead of a thirty-five-degree angle, then my trajectory would've been off, and I would've most likely missed the shot." Reid explained the science between the eight-foot shot, to the small crowd that had gathered to watch the little game. Many of them had already turned to leave as soon as Reid had made his shot, not wanting to hear the good doctor's rambling lecture. Not that he'd have a chance to go into detail about the other factors that could contribute to him missing the shot, their Unit Chief Emily Prentiss approached them at a rapid speed.
"Sorry to interrupt the game." Prentiss's face was grim, which let the team know exactly what was to come. "We have an urgent case, we'll have to brief on the jet. Wheels up in thirty."
"Can I have a green tea latte with almond milk, hold the whipped cream?" Penelope Garcia ordered, her mouth already watering for the herbal goodness the drink would bring her. It was the only thing she could count on at the moment to bring her joy. Her entire vacation had been ruined before she'd even arrived at her destination. Originally, she'd booked a romantic vacation to Florida with her then boyfriend Sam, but he'd had other plans which included some redhead in a microscopic halter top and denim shorts. After that little incident, Penelope made a last-minute switch to fly to New York, there was a programming seminar that she'd been invited to speak at. It beat being in Florida at a romantic retreat alone.
"Sure, ma'am it'll be just a moment. What name should I put your order under?" The Barista wasn't overly enthusiastic, but that didn't stop Penelope for shooting her one of her infectious smiles. "Penelope!" Garcia replied, before paying for her drink and leaving the barista a nice tip for her subpar attitude.
After she'd payed she maneuvered herself to the other side of the coffee shop to wait for her drink only to find that every seat was taken, which left her awkwardly standing around. "Not from around here, huh?" Penelope turned her head toward the deep, smooth voice coming from her left. The voice belonged a tall, lanky man in a deep blue suit, and a red tie. Not to mention the most gorgeous blue eyes she'd ever seen. "That obvious, huh?" Penelope asked nodding toward the man, her brown eyes twinkling in amusement.
"You tipped the waitress. It's New York, normally people don't do that." The man stuck out his hand. "Dominick Carisi, but you can call me Sonny." Sonny replied with a grin, his eyes crinkling. "Garcia. Penelope Garcia." Penelope responded shaking the mans hand, while doing a flirtatious impression of James Bond. Before Sonny could respond with more than a smile, the baristas loud, unenthusiastic voice sounded over the coffee house. "Five lattes for Carisi!"
"That's me. It was really nice to meet you Ms. Garcia, maybe I can show you around sometime?" Sonny asked, handing out one of his business cards. Penelope hesitated briefly. She'd been in this exact same position years ago and that had not ended well, but this guy seemed different.
"I'd like that." Penelope accepted his business card.
"You are a godsend, Carisi…" Amanda Rollins mumbled in between sips of her coffee. She hadn't been home in days and it'd been even longer since she'd had a goodnight's sleep. They'd been working three rape/homicides for the last two weeks and they weren't any closer to finding a suspect. Not that, that wasn't bad enough, but the captain had decided to rope in the feds into their investigation.
"I second that – I haven't had more than three hours of sleep a night." Kat Tamin agreed, slowly spinning slowly in her desk chair. She was the newest addition to the special victim's unit and her first few weeks had been especially eventful. Between then and before they'd caught their last three cases, the office had gotten a lot quieter. They'd mostly gotten routine rape's, as awful as that sounded, but this case was something different. Three victims, raped, torture, killed in the span of two weeks and they were no closer to finding the bastard who was responsible.
"None of have, and I don't think we will until this bastard is caught." Fin Tutuola sighed, perched on top of his desk. Some days he felt like he was getting too old for this shit. There was only so much pain and death a man could take before he went off of the deep end.
"Well I'm here for whatever you need during this case, I've cleared it with Hadid." Carisi explained before cocking his head towards his former bosses' office. "The lieu in?" He asked.
"She hasn't left her office since we found the last body." Kat responded to which Carisi only nodded before heading towards Benson's office. "Hey lieu, Hadid gave me the go ahead to work this case with you guys, if you approve." Carisi said as he walked into Benson's closing the door behind him. "If I approve? Hell, we need all of the help we can get, which is why I called in some help from the FBI. They have a unit that specifically deals with this kind of creep and they'll be here around ten." Benson explained, removing her glasses and rubbing the bridge of her nose, a tall tell sign of her stress.