The squad car pulled up in front of the school entrance. Reid and Gaby climbed out, followed by Elle and Hotch.

"Reid," Hotch said, low enough so Gaby wouldn't hear. "Go easy on Gaby. She's new and she's nervous."

"She seems to have a pretty good handle on things." Reid said.

"I'm serious, try not to snap at her or insult her. She's trying." Hotch said.

Reid nodded. He looked over at Gaby. He could feel his heartbeat quicken as he did. He had never another person like him before. Sure, he had known smart kids in college, but no one his own age with the same qualifications. He remembered about what he had wished in the break room, to have another genius in the unit. Then he'd have someone to relate. Now he wished he had never even finished his paper work.

Inside the school, the four stopped into the main office and received visitor badges.

"Copies of the kids schedules can be found in the guidance office." The secretary said. "Although it may take a bit. We have sub-secretary in the guidance office right now."

"Could you just tell us who is in charge of the play?" Hotch asked.

"Uh…" she thought for a minute, "Mr. Herring. He's the director. He may be able to give you a clue. Any kid who's close enough with the choir teacher would be close enough to him. He should be able to tell you at least where the kids will be in a period or two."

"Thanks," Reid said. He turned to Gaby. "Come on!"

"Reid," Hotch said.

Reid didn't say anything, but he got the message. He opened the door and let Gaby pass through first. He followed, some what reluctantly.

The school being so small, it didn't take them long to find Mr. Herring's classroom. He was in the middle of a discussion with his class about the book To Kill a Mockingbird. The door was open. Reid knocked and poked his head in.

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Herring?" he asked.

"Yes, can I help you?" Mr. Herring asked.

"Could we speak to you in the hall, please?"

"What did you do?" asked a red-haired girl in the front row.

"They must have finally picked up my drug smuggling," he said with a smile. "Start reading Chapter 10, I'll be back in a moment."

Mr. Herring stepped out of the classroom. He shut to door behind him. "What can I help you with?"

"Sir, we're from the FBI, Behavioral Analysis Unit," Gaby said.

"You're investigating Ms. Winters, aren't you?" Mr. Herring asked.

"Yes," Reid said, "We understand she was helping you with the school play. What exactly did she do?"

"Well she was the choir teacher. I can't read music, so she taught the choir and the leads their songs. She also plays piano in the orchestra."

"Was she well like among the students?" Reid asked.

"Well, every teacher has students that like and disliked them. She was well acquainted with the seniors. She also teaches at the elementary. Their kindergarten year was her first year in the district. They really like her."

"Were their any specific students or a smaller group of students that were closer to her." Reid asked.

"There was a group, a few seniors and juniors. I would often see them talking with her at the piano before we got started or when we had a break." He paused, "You don't think they had anything to do with it, do you?"

"We don't want to rule out anything, but the kids may give us a clue as to who could have killed her." Reid said.

"Could you tell us where these students are?" Gaby asked.

"Well, two of the girls, Stella and Penny have gym this period. The three boys, I'm not quite sure where they're at, but I'm sure the girls would know."

"Thank you for your time." Reid said.

"I do hope you catch her killer." Mr. Herring said. "Ms. Winters was… a very special woman."

Reid and Gaby walked away as Mr. Herring went back into his classroom. Gaby looked behind her shoulder to make sure Mr. Herring was gone. "I don't like him." She said.

"It's not our job to like or dislike certain people." Reid said. "But out of curiosity, why not?"

"Did you hear the way he referred to her. 'Ms. Winters was… a very special person.' It seems like Ms. Winters was more than an asset to the play."

"That could mean anything," Reid said. "Don't jump to conclusions. If you do, you could end getting someone killed."

The two headed downstairs and after getting quick directions, they found the gym. The girls were playing a game of softball inside, thanks to the snow. Reid and Gaby walked over to the gym teacher, looking for Stella and Penny.

"Stella and Penny?" she said, "Sure, hang on."

She called across to the "outfield" where Stella and Penny stood talking, not even caring about the game. They slowly made their way over to the gym teacher.

"I hate gym in high school." Gaby said.

"Me too." Reid said, thinking back. "It wasn't easy playing basketball with kids who were twice your height."

"That's nothing," Gaby said, "Try being a class full of developed girls who find amusement in the fact that you don't even need a training bra yet."

Reid laughed lightly. Stella and Penny stopped in front of them.

"Girls," the teacher said, "This two people would like to speak to you in private."

"Oh my god, it's about the cow," Penny said, turning to Stella.

"Shut up, Penny!" Stella cried.

"Girls, we'd like to talk to you in private please." Reid said, leading them out into the hallway.

The four made it out of the gym. As the door closed, Stella launched into explanation.

"Ok, look, we didn't mean to lose that cow! Look, we were driving, actually my boyfriend was driving, and a deer jumped out in front of us and so, stupidly, he tried to avoid it and drove my dad's car into a barn! And then-"

"We're not here about any car accident." Gaby said, "We're here about your choir teacher, Ms. Winters."

"What about her?" Penny asked.

"We're from the Behavioral Analysis Unit, a unit in the FBI. We're investigating her murder." Reid said.

"Murder?" Stella asked. "Ms. Winters was… murdered?"

"Didn't you know she was dead?" Gaby asked.

"We had heard something had happened to her, but… nobody knew she was dead." Penny replied.

"I can't believe this," Stella cried, sitting on radiator sticking out from the wall. "Ms. Winters was my favorite teacher!"

"Mine, too." Penny said. She leaned closer to Reid and Gaby, "She and Stella were very close. They were neighbors. Stella often rode home with Ms. Winters after practice. She was over at her house a lot, too. Ms. Winters would sometimes take her to the theater and concerts. They both had a great love of music."

"Really," Reid said, "Stella, did you notice anything strange or different about Ms. Winters or at Ms. Winters' house over the past few weeks or so?"

"Huh?" Stella asked, looking up, "Oh, um… nothing unusual. Although, she did seem a bit on edge lately when she'd drive me home. I asked what was wrong and she told me the musical was getting to her. Apparently some of the chorus members weren't taking it very seriously, or something. I didn't think that was it, though."

"Why didn't you ride home with her last night?" Gaby asked.

"Oh, I spent the night at my aunt's last night. She picked me up. My parents are out of town." She replied.

"Do you have any more questions?" Penny asked, seeing the rest of the class going inside the locker room to change, "We'd like to change so we're not late for our next class."

"Just one more question, a few guys also hang out with Ms. Winters. Could you tell us about them?" Reid asked.

"Justin, Rian, and Kirk?" Penny said, "Oh, they're not bad kids. Pretty close with Ms. Winters, too. Justin has a crush on her, I think. He, Stella, and Rian are seniors."

"I see, anything strange going on with them over the past few weeks?" Gaby asked.

"Nothing out of the ordinary, but we'll keep an eye out." Penny said.

"Thank you, girls," Reid said. "That's all. And we'd appreciate it if you could refrain from telling anyone that Ms. Winters was murdered."

Stella and Penny nodded and headed back into the gym. Gaby and Reid turned and started down the hallway.

"Well, that really got us no where." Gaby said.

"What are you talking about?" Reid asked.

"Nobody knew anything. We're no where closer to catching who did this than we were when we arrived in Pittsburgh."

"Let me give you a little tip, Gaby." Reid said, stopping her. "Catching serial killers is not like catching a regular killer. They are very careful about when the murder, how they murder, and who they murder. The truth doesn't jump up and down in front of your face. You have to look and listen."

"Aren't you the wise one." Gaby said sarcastically.

"I'm not trying to give you a lecture; I'm trying to help you." Reid said, seriously.

They walked out the door, heading out into the cold. Up the street, the squad car waited outside the school. The snow was still falling thickly.

"Don't they salt these walk-ways?" Gaby asked, "This is just an accident waiting to hap-"

Before she could finish her sentence, Gaby slipped on some ice. She grabbed Reid's arm to stop herself from falling.

Instinct, kicking in, Reid reached over with his other arm to grab her. They froze for minute, trying to calm down and stifle their laughter.

"It is a bit slippy, isn't it?" Gaby asked.

"Hold on," Reid said, "I'll help you up."

Reid tried to help Gaby up, but no good. She lost her balance and fell, forcing Reid to slam down beside her.

At first, the two lay on the ice, frozen with pain and shock. Reid quickly looked over to see if Gaby was alright. She was trying to hold her laughter as she caught his eye. After a second, they burst out laughing.

"See, I told you!" Gaby said.

They laughed for a few moments. Once they finally stopped to catch their breath, Gaby and Reid stared at each other silently.

"I'm sure they're waiting for us," Reid said, "We should really-"

"Yeah," Gaby said, starting to get up.

"Here, I'll help you."

Reid slowly stood and pulled Gaby to her feet. Slipping a bit again, Reid caught her in his arms. They looked up at each other, so close, their noses touched.

"Sorry, I'm a klutz." Gaby said.

Reid cleared his throat. "It's uh… its ok."

They stayed together for a moment before they finally let go and, in silence, headed for the squad car.

(I know, I'm taking my sweet time with Gidieon and Gaby. Don't worry, we'll get there! Thanks for the great reviews! Keep them coming! )