"You know, he's kind of cute," Emily said, leaning over the back of the couch. "Like a little lost puppy or something."
Reid had gone back to Riley's apartment. Feeling dizzy, he decided to lay on the couch to rest for a bit. He definitely was back on his feet too soon, and he knew it, but his mind wouldn't let his body heal. Once Riley was safe at home, he could mend and get back his strength. Of course, a quick rest on the couch got the better of him and by the time Morgan, along with Emily, showed up, he was asleep.
"Do we really have to wake him?" Emily asked, glancing at Morgan.
"He'll hate us if we don't." Morgan replied, reaching down to shake him awake. "Reid. Come on, Reid, wake up."
Feeling like he was rising from the grave, he opened his eyes and began to move. He looked around, taking a moment to remember where he was and why his two friends stood over him. "Sorry," he finally muttered. "I only meant to rest for a minute."
"Reid, if you're not up to this, we can take you home." Morgan replied.
"Actually, we can't," Emily interrupted. "His apartment is still a crime scene."
"Then we'll take him to my place."
"No," Reid replied, managing to stand. "No, I have to work on this. I have to find her."
"And kill yourself in the process?"
"I almost died for her four days ago, you don't think I'd do it again?"
He had a mutiny and madness about him that neither had ever seen before. Emily reached out her hand towards him, like one would do to a vicious dog. "Okay," she spoke, in a hushed tone. "What did you find here?"
"Nothing," he answered, taking a deep breath. "It's… just the way she told me it was. It's one of the last things I remember before things got… blurry."
"She had a lot of books," Emily said, starring at the literary ruble on the floor. "What was he looking for?"
"Her," Reid replied. "He wanted her."
"But why make a mess? And why mess up only this room? The bedroom is fine except for her panties all over the bed. The kitchen is basically untouched. What's the significance of this room?"
Morgan allowed his mind to role-play, to try and pull whatever evidence hung in the air. The evidence most couldn't see. "I'm a man; I'm obsessed with this woman. She's unattainable." He paused, looking at the heap. "I know her. I know her personally because I know she loves books and she loves music." His foot brushed against a broken frame of Les Miserables. "I know she lives alone so I know a roommate isn't going to interrupt us, and I know she doesn't have many friends so it's going to be awhile before someone reports her missing."
"Which is probably why we haven't found her body yet," Emily replied. "It's Monday. Only now would her office realize she's not coming in and it would take at least until this afternoon before they would call her."
"I'm dead," Reid said randomly. Both Morgan and Emily looked at Reid, panicked. "I don't mean I'm going to die, I mean the unsub wanted to kill me. He may not know I survived."
"Was his intention to kill you or were you just his obstacle to Riley?"
"He came here first, which meant she wasn't supposed to leave."
"Okay," Morgan replied, thinking again. "So, my planned is ruined. My target got out before I could try to grab her… did I follow her right away?"
"No," Reid stated plainly. "He didn't have to. He knew where I lived and he knew she was running to me."
"How did he know that? Where you live, I mean?"
His attention went to Morgan. "Do you remember the morning Riley showed up? Said she wanted to talk?"
"Yeah,"
"She said someone had followed her after she left the office the day before, after our session. She came to see if that happened to me. I told her no, but I was lying. Whoever was stalking her wanted to keep a tab on me." He stopped a moment, thinking, trying to keep his composure. "If her colleague hadn't met up with her, he might have grabbed her that night."
"Alright, so she gets away before I can do anything, but luckily she didn't see me. I don't even have to keep close to her. I'll just follow in a minute."
Suddenly, like a switch had been hit in his brain, Reid turned to Emily. "What do you mean the kitchen was basically untouched?"
"Just what I mean. It was clean, no mess. They found a broken glass on the floor, but it only had Riley's DNA on it, where are you going?"
No time to loose, Reid was headed to the kitchen. He had never been in here before, so it took a moment to find what he was looking for. He opened each drawer, but no luck. Glancing on the counter, he noticed the set of knives. "Notice anything?" he asked as the others arrived behind him.
"How could the CSU miss that?" Emily asked.
"He knew he was going to kill me. Since Riley was on foot, he might have hoped to get there before her. Still… he knew he was going to kill me. And since he hasn't shown up anywhere, he thinks I'm dead or doesn't care."
"Reid, he could be watching you right now!" Emily exclaimed.
"Thanks! You don't think I thought of that!" Reid answered. "It doesn't matter, we're still nowhere."
"We're not nowhere." Morgan corrected. "Garcia made a connection between the first victim and the most recent."
"You're kidding." Reid replied. "What is it?"
"They both were victims of rape cases. And both their offenders spent time at Havensall Hosptial for-"
"-the Criminally Insane." Reid finished. "Riley worked there. She had patients there. It's where Fueller was held."
"It's not much, but there may be someone there who knows something. Anything that could lead us to where we should head." Emily looked Reid over, knowing how tired and unwell he was. "Do you want us to leave you at Morgan's?"
"If someone might be hunting him, we can't." Morgan added.
"It doesn't matter, I wouldn't let you go without me anyway." Reid said, heading out of the kitchen.
…
The hospital was surreal. It was like something out of a horror movie. Barred windows and steel doors everywhere. It was more prison than hospital. A sickeningly, bone numbing chill hit the three agents as the came in.
"This place should be shut down." Emily whispered, looking around as they followed an orderly down a corridor. "It's like something out of a Nazi film. Riley really worked here?"
"Works," Reid corrected. He wouldn't let them refer to her in the past tense. "And she only comes here for a few patients. Her main job is at the Bureau."
"Everyone knows this isn't a great facility, anyway," Morgan added.
The orderly brought them to the Dean of Medicine's office. He sat at his desk, an elderly gentlemen with white and gray through ought his hair and beard. "Sir," the orderly said. "The F.B.I. is here for you."
"F.B.I.?" he asked, standing up. "I'm Dr. Henry Robinson. What's this about?"
"Sir, I'm sorry we're ambushing you like this, but we're in the middle of an investigation. We have a limited amount of time. I'm S.S.A. Derek Morgan, this is Agents Emily Prentiss and Dr. Spencer Reid."
"I see," he said, shaking hands with each individual. He lingered on Reid's appearance for a moment, looking suspicious before going to his filing cabinet. "Which patient would you like to see?"
"We're not here about a patient, sir, but a doctor who works here and at the Bureau. Dr. Riley Parker."
"Dr. Parker?" he asked, surprised. "If you have any suspicions about her, you're dead wrong. She's one of my best psychiatrists and she would never be involved in anything illegal."
"She's not, sir," Morgan said. "Dr. Parker was abducted."
"Oh my God," he exclaimed, seeming completely sincere.
"We were hoping you might give us some information on things she was involved in here."
Dr. Robinson went to a filing cabinet on the other side of the room. Rifling through it, he continued. "Dr. Parker doesn't belong in this place."
"What makes you say that?" Reid asked.
"She's too good a doctor. She can definitely hold her own here, but she shouldn't be wasting her time with people who most likely won't be cured. I think leaving is the best decision for her."
"Leaving?" Emily asked. "Did Dr. Parker resign?"
"Yes, uh… last Thursday she gave her two weeks notice, if I recall. Ah, here it is." He pulled out Riley's file and looked over it. "Yes, Dr. Parker did her residency here before she received her appointment at the F.B.I. I was a little surprised how quickly she got in there. I hear it's very competitive."
"For agents, it is. Technically she was still a civilian." Emily added.
"Is," Reid muttered under his breath. He took the file from Robinson and read it over. "Do you also have any files on Fueller?"
Unsure, Robinson went back to the original cabinet. "Fueller? I think I may have one extra copy, but it may not be up-to-date. Do you think he's involved?"
"No, we've already ruled him out." Morgan said. He watched the young genius as he read.
Reid's eyes flew over the last page. "The medication is wrong." He finally cried out. "It doesn't match Fueller's original file."
Robinson took the file back and read it himself. "Are you sure? Do you have the original on hand?"
"Trust me, he's sure." Emily replied. "What do you think that means?"
"I pointed out how the medication was off in the file just before the trail. It was the same night we…" He had almost exposed their indiscretion in front of Riley's boss, "…looked over the case together for the first time. She also said they brought it up at the trial and she couldn't explain it."
"These drugs and doses would cause such a haze, any person would seem normal." Robinson said.
"We're going to need a list of everyone involved with Fueller during his sentence."
"That will be a short list." He said. "He was in seclusion most of the time. We never let him around the other patients."
"None of them?" Emily asked.
Robinson shook his head. "I wouldn't even allow Dr. Parker to be with him alone. Usually a male orderly or guard went in. It was much more of a relief on the few occasions Dr. Andrews came with her."
"Dr. Andrews," Reid repeated. "Was Dr. Andrews ever alone with him?"
"Sometimes. He could defend himself. Don't get me wrong, it's not that I don't think Dr. Parker can defend herself, but Fueller was a large man."
Before Emily or Morgan could inquire further, Reid snatched the file and headed for the door. "Thank you for your time," he said quickly, rushing out the door. Nervous, Morgan and Emily excused their friend, said a quick thank you and farewell, and followed suit.
"What are you thinking?" Emily asked, catching up to him down the corridor.
"Andrews worked with Riley on a daily basis. He was the colleague that walked her home. He's got to know something. Information on others at Havensall, anyone who was close to her around here."
"Why didn't you ask Robinson?" Morgan asked.
"He's not going to know anything. He's not close to Riley like Andrews was – is." He quickly corrected himself. Taking a deep breath, he continued on with his thought. "Riley's neighbor noticed a stalker outside of the apartment, maybe Andrews noticed someone as well, or someone hanging around her a little too much at Havensall. Maybe he can give us an idea who changed the meds and why the meds were changed."
"Why would that be important?"
"It's too much of a coincidence."
"He's right," Morgan agreed. "If we ignore it, we might never find her."
