Everyone's eyes were fixed on Reid, confused.
"Spencer, you know him?". Morgan asked after a moment of silence. Spencer didn't respond, he was still in shock as he watched the frozen tv screen. "Spencer!". Spencer shook his head in shock, looking over to Morgan. "Huh?".
"I said, do you know him?". Morgan gave him a concerning look. That's when Reid realised what happened, everyone was looking at him, he freaked out the moment he saw the Tv, 'shit'. Not knowing what to do, he looked at every member of his team trying to figure out how he was going to explain his freak out without them knowing the truth. "Uhh - I -umm". Reid stuttered.
"Well?".
"He umm - I - umm...".
"Get it out, Spencer". Morgan snapped.
"I know him - umm - from the coffee shop near mine - he's umm - a - umm - regular there". Reid said scratching his head before tucking his long brown hair behind his ear. "That's it?". Morgan didn't know whether to believe him or not, Hotch certainly didn't.
"Hmm hmm". Reid agreed with a series of hums as he nodded his head. Reid paced mildly questioning what to do first, clean up the coffee or pick up the fallen chair. he grabs some tissues from the box that was situated in the middle of the table, quickly wiping up the spilled coffee, before picking up his chair. Everyone looked at one another, questioning Reid's previous actions. Reid quickly sat down, pulling in his chair. "So he's a friend of yours?". It was Rossi's turn to question the young genius.
"No - um - just someone I've gotten to know from going to the cafe". Rossi gave him a confused stare. Hotch wasn't convinced, still standing at the head of the table, profiling the young doctor. Spencer gave a small, awkward smile.
"Right". Hotch coughed. "What do you know about him". Aiming his question at Reid.
"Nothing really par his name". Spencer lied. "Kento, Kento Takahiro".
"Garcia can you run a background check". Hotch demanded.
"I certainly can boss". Garcia went to work on her laptop, the quirky tech analyst went to work. Her fingers working quickly across the keyboard, eyes fluttering back and forth as she made work. The team switched their gaze between the blonde analyst and the tall genius. Spencer made sure not to avoid eye contact, one the biggest giveaways for when someone is lying. Instead, he looked back at them giving them all a small smile.
"Found him!". Garcia declared.
"And?". Asked Emily.
"Kento Takahiro, born May 3rd, 1982 in Osaka, Japan. Son to divorced parents, Daichi Takahiro and Akiara Hamamoto. Married 1976 and divorcing in 2001. They had their first son in 1977...".
"Wait, Kento has a brother?". Morgan asked. Garcia nods her head. "What's his name?".
"Shouta Takahiro, born 19th January 1977".
"Get me his number". Garcia nodded.
"Sent to you're phone sir". Taking out his phone, Hotch began to call Shouta. The phone continues to ring but there is no answer. "Garcia, keep trying". Hotch handed over the job to Garcia.
"Will do sir". Garcia did just that.
Spencer did too, reaching his coat pocket grabbing out his phone before slipping into the pocket of his trousers. He stood up and heading towards the door. "Where you going?". Morgan questioned.
"To the toilet". Reid with his thumb. "Sorry, do I need permission". Giving a false laugh. Morgan just shook his head, watching as Reid left the briefing room.
"There is something going on with that kid". Morgan turned back talking to the team.
"Agreed". Hotch said plainly. "He knows more than he's letting on". Everyone's eyes were on Hotch as he watched the young doctor walk into the toilet. "Have you got any more information on Kento Garcia?".
"I've tried his brother a few times but no answer, and nothing out the ordinary sir". Garcia replied. "He moved to Virginia 2 months after his parent's divorce to live with his brother who owns a Japanese restaurant here". She continued to scroll through Kento's life. "His brother moved here in 1998 to study, ended up dropping out and starting up his own business..." Garcia stopped.
"What's wrong Garcia?". Hotch asked.
"Sir...he use to work for the PSIA". Hotch shot her a look. "I tried accessing his files but I can't seem to get in".
"Keep trying Garcia". The PSIA is The Public Security Intelligence Agency, the Japanese version of the FBI. "His brother was an agent? But he's only 31".
"I'm joined the FBI when I was only 21, it's not unheard of these days". Hotch nodded in agreement to Reid. "Anything else Garcia?". Hotch looking back to the other agent.
"Both have no criminal records, that I can see of Shouto he might be locked away. Social media is pretty bland, showing nothing regarding other than a couple of photos of travels. I tried accessing Kento's Instagram account but it's private".
"Can you not hack into it?". Rossi asked.
"I can try, but it might take me some time".
"Get on that Garcia, and keep trying his brother. We only have 70 more hours left". Hotch said sternly as he looked back over to the toilet door across the ballpen.
The moment Reid got into the toilet, out of sight, he ran into a cubical, falling to his knees and vomiting up what little he had in his stomach. Pain shoot through his body, stomach heaving trying to remove all its contents, but only bile came up which burned Spencer's throat. He wiped his mouth on the back on his hand before reaching up to flush the chain. Slumping back on his bum as he leaned against the stall wall, tears welled up in his eyes, a small sob escaped his lips as the tears began to fall. Covering his mouth with his hand to hold back any noise, as he quietly cried, alone.
He quickly reached into his pocket pulling out his phone, he had no missed calls, nothing. Going through his contacts he found Shouto and began to dial. After 5 attempts nothing, "Come on Shouto, please answer". Reid begged aloud. After a few more tries, he slipped the phone back into his pocket, banging his head on the wall in frustration. He'd been in there longer than he needed, the others would grow suspicious if he doesn't head back. Standing up, legs feeling like jelly and head spinning. He tried to ignore it, unlocking the door and heading to the sinks. He looked at himself in the mirror, Morgan was right, he did look a state. He hadn't been getting much sleep lately, his nightmares had returned after their last case.
He splashed his face with cold water, trying to make himself look more alive before he headed back in.
"Anything?". Reid walked back into the briefing room as if nothing happened.
"You took your time Pretty Boy". Reid sighed, Morgan had been calling him that for a couple of years now and he still wasn't a fan of it, but Morgan didn't care.
"Yeah, I felt a little sick. I'm okay now". Once again he gave a false smile. Morgan didn't buy it, and neither did the others. "Did you manage to get hold of his brother?".
"No luck G-man".
Another hour went by, they had watched the video over 50 times trying to see if anything new arises but still coming up empty. Reid was trying to remember that voice, but every time he tried he felt dizzy as if his mind didn't want to remember. They still hadn't managed to get into Kento's social media accounts, nor find anything knew that could help in the case. Right now, they hit a dead end and time was ticking.
A knock came at the door. "Yes?". Asked Hotch, lifting up his head, peeling away his eyes from the paperwork they had gathered, or lack off.
"Sir".
"Yes Anderson".
"There's someone here to see you, said you would want to see him". Everyone looked confused, Anderson moved aside and a tall man with short jet back hair stood in the frame.
"I'm Shouto Takahiro, I heard you were looking for me". Shouto spoke with an American accent, but still holding his native accent. He stood with a slight slouch, hands resting in his trouser pockets. He wore a pair of black skinny jeans, ripped at the knees, oversized grey woolen jumper, and dark blue coat. His has was cut short, a lot shorter than his brothers and styled with a fringe that swept over his forehead.
Hotch stood u quickly. "Shouto Takahiro". He walked over the other man and reached out his hand. "We have been trying to contact you". Shouto took his hand and shook, also giving a small bow.
"I apologise, the number you have on the system I no longer use, it was the number I used when I worked for the agency". Hotch nodded.
"How did you know we were looking for you?".
"The number is still tracked by the agency even though I don't use it, they contacting me saying you were trying to get in touch".
"Do you know why?".
"I am guessing it's about my brother...".
"How did you know?".
"I was sent this...". Shouto held up a photo, with something written on the back. He handed it over to Hotch. It was a photo of his brother strapped down to the chair, beaten, just as he was in the video. Hotch looked up at him with sympathetic eyes. "I want to help".
"Better introduce you to the team them". Shouto smiled. "This is David Rossi". Shouto smiled shaking his hand, and again, bowing. "This is Derek Morgan". Morga stood up putting out his hand for Shouto to shake. "And other there we have Jennifer Jaraeu".
"Please, call me JJ".
"Nice to meet you JJ".
"Then we have Penelope Garcia and Emily Prentiss". They both gave a little wave. "And finally, this is Dr. Spencer Reid". Reid was already standing, Shouto turned to him and reached out his hand.
"Nice to meet you Dr. Reid".