Prompt: "Are you flirting with me?", requested by MizukixTsukiyomi
Dr. Higurashi eyed Morgan. He took the spot across from her, as he always did in their plane rides. Surely even Reid would be a better company than she is.
Out of habits she typically keep to herself, even in the briefings on their latest cases, so she could ponder and think on each and every possible scenario. She was a little like Spencer, the doctor supposed, but she was still a professor. Her job was to think and then explain. Even though she was a linguist, same principles still applied.
Perhaps it was from her time spent in wars, as a sniper. Or, perhaps because of her upbringing as a Japanese woman. It was hard to say, but her ways hadn't yet failed her.
She didn't typically open her mouth to open her thoughts until their jet was due to land. No one in her team faulted her, and respected her quietness. Still, it was a little…disconcerting on how Morgan was being causal and humming under his breaths as he read over the files again, while he was essentially breaching her personal space.
The plane had plenty of seats, why did Morgan decided to hog the spot across from her?
Biting back the urge to sigh and spoil the exasperation she felt within, Dr. Higurashi finally broke her silence, "Are you sure there is only one unsub?" She craned her neck back to see Hotchner.
The man's attention aroused from his folder and blinked, "The evidences said there's only one person responsible for these murders." Hotchner furrowed his brows at Dr. Higurashi's underlying statement, "Are you implying that this may be a team?"
"That's…" Spencer followed with a pause, his face showing surprise, "a good possibility. 15 victims within short span of time…"
Dr. Higurashi resettled into her seat, "Even with a psychological break, you'd still have to be a superhuman to make that much damages and not get fatigued from…" she rolled over her choices of words, "performing their deeds, so to say."
"The pretty doc have a point." Morgan agreed, his lips carrying just a hint of a smirk.
Pretty doc? Yet another nickname…Dr. Higurashi shook her head and returned to her files, "If I'm wrong, this unsub had to be on hell of drugs to murder 15 people just under two hours, with all the damages they did."
"Dr. Higurashi was right." Spencer agreed, "It's impossible, even with steroids, to ensure their bodies would be beyond recognizable." He then went on and rattle off types of drugs and their potentiality, but he added the reasoning of why he doubted each.
Morgan interrupted Spencer, tired of hearing the list of his factual reasoning. "Spence! Maybe you oughta to look at bodies, before we can reach conclusions." He glanced at Dr. Higurashi, "Maybe the pretty doc and I could look at the locations, Hotch?"
She quirked a brow—usually, she'd go with Callahan and get a feel of their surrounding and the residents, or go with JJ to deal with paparazzi, if they are in areas populated by non-English speakers, and exchange words with the locals. Dr. Higurashi could speak multiple languages anyhow, and foreign-tongued people tends to be more comfortable listening to a woman who isn't a white American.
Hotchner had a long considerate pause, with a dour stare, before he nodded in agreement, "That sounds fine." He turned to the amused blonde, "JJ, you'll go with Kate. I'll go with Rossi to meet with the chief and Spencer can meet with the coroner when we lands." He slapped a hand on his folder, when everyone sounded their agreement, satisfied. Hotchner ignored the sniggering Rossi at his side.
Both knew of Morgan's intentions.
In fact, everyone knew but Dr. Higurashi, who remained oblivious.
The weather was looking more and more miserable by the minute, but Morgan was considerate enough to keep an umbrella on his person. He prodded at the damp grasses just a few feet away of where several bodies were found. Where were the tracks?
"This place have no privacy." Dr. Higurashi remarked, "So, how were the unsub not seen dumping the bodies?"
Morgan huffed, "And where were the track? It rained last night." The ground were too soft.
"I'm no gardener but…" she lifted a finger toward the other side of the yellow police tapes, "that didn't look right." There looked to be blades of grass neatly arranged in rows, like a corn field.
Minding the tapes the man walked closer, "…someone took a rake?"
"Maybe to destroy their footprints?" Dr. Higurashi straightened on her feet, patting on her knees, "Surprised the police didn't catch that. Not that it would help any, considering they rearranged most of the unsub's attempt of covering up their tracks."
Morgan's shoulders slumped, "Well, they didn't have a gorgeous brain like yours, doc. We'll find them." He cracked a grin and met her eyes, "Afterward we can sit down and have some dinner and maybe a movie."
Before Dr. Higurashi could reply, Morgan was startled when a drop of rain hit his forehead, "Oh, yikes, this rain is going to be a bad one." He hurried and popped open his umbrella. He dragged her arm to his side, "You're under my umbrella now." Morgan gave a large grin, at the reference she immediately understood.
She stopped, and fixated a look at him, as realization dawned, "You were flirting with me this entire time!"