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Chapter Two:
Reid was trying very hard to avoid J.J.'s gaze as she chatted amiably with Lewis. He could barely look at her these days without feeling a mixture of anger, passion, and loss. Two weeks seemed impossibly long at this point.
"Dr. Reid?"
He looked up to see an elegantly dressed woman who was slightly older than him. Reid recognized her as Elisa Laurent, the second in command for Interpol.
"How can I help you?" he asked.
"I'd like to speak with you privately in the conference room," she said.
Reid stood up and ignored the curious looks from the team. He led her into the conference room and took a seat as Laurent did the same.
"Four ballet dancers have been killed," she said. "Two in France, one in the Netherlands, and one in Russia. They were raped, beaten and most likely forced to dance for their lives judging from their bruised feet. After their throats were cut, he staged each of them in one of the five positions of ballet. With each death, he leaves a taunting message directing authorities where to look next. If he follows the same pattern, he should strike within three months as of last Sunday."
"How can I help?" he asked.
"I have already met with the undercover unit and no one has the same lines as you," she said.
"Lines?" he repeated nervously.
"Don't undercut yourself Dr. Reid. You are tall and naturally 'willowy.' You have a figure ideal for a ballet dancer. I'd like you to go undercover as an instructor."
"Excuse me?" he said.
"Dr. Reid," she said with a note of impatience. "I have four dead girls and zero viable leads. I have no time for whatever insecurities you might have about your body. You are a profiler and you like you could fit in at a dance community. You are my best chance at spotting a threat before another girl is killed."
"You really think I could fit into a dance community?" he asked.
"I am working with the undercover team to build an identity for an agent," she said. "I think you would fit in."
"When does all of this start?" he asked.
"I'd like you to start now," she said.
"But I haven't agreed to anything yet."
"Dr. Reid, I can tell you care," she said. "Prentiss also tells me you are looking to transfer out of this unit. What more is there to discuss really?"
Reid paused. It was easy to see the desperation just hidden beneath the surface of her expression. He could ask of time to think it over. Looking out the window, he saw the source of his pain looking at him. Laurent didn't have time for him to waste and he didn't want to be in the BAU anymore. The answer was simple.
"I guess there isn't much really," he said. "I'll help you find this international unsub."
"Then gather your things and I'll meet you at the elevator," she said.
"Will I see my team again before I go under?" he asked.
"I will give you two weeks to put your affairs in order. So, yes you will see them again."
"Okay," he said.
"See you in a bit."
Reid went into the bullpen and grabbed his things.
"Spence," J.J. said as she watched him. "What's going on?"
He refused to look at her.
"I have been asked to work with Interpol on a case," Reid said.
"Are you leaving the country?" she asked.
"No, Emily will probably explain the details later."
"Okay," she said. "See you later."
"Bye," he said.
He walked to the elevators without saying another word to her.