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30th June 2011. Chicago, Illinois, USA

AmeliaPOV

We reached the pub just as it was getting into full swing. We were there to canvas the area and profile the people inside. After this we were walking in the footsteps of the Scarlet women, the night crawlers, whatever you want to call them. I walked in with Spencer, a mask of indifference washing over my face at the sight of the scantily clad women in front of me. Oh yeah, we were in the right place. "Since I can legally buy alcohol here finally, what are we having?" I asked. When met with looks of disbelief, I defended myself "Right now we stick out like a bunch of sore thumbs, we need to blend in if we want these people to co-operate. So, loosen those ties and everyone except our Designated Drivers is drinking. So, I ask again, what are we having?" I asked, untying my hair so it cascaded down my shoulders in big ringlet curls.

Hotch and Rossi agreed to be designated drivers, so I turned to the others. "Morgan, what's your poison?" I asked

"Pint of Beer," he said

"Cosmopolitan", Garcia chimed in

"I'll have the same," JJ added

"Make that three," Prentiss said quickly.

I nodded, "Spence, will you come up with me?" I asked shyly; I was nervous to be in a bar like this, people might think I'm a hooker.

He smiled, "sure." He said, standing.

We walked to the bar together, I smiled at the Bartender. "I'll have two cokes, one pint, three cosmopolitans, double vodka and coke for me and, what are you having Spence?" I turned to him.

"Single Scotch" he said, quickly reaching for his wallet and paying before I could get my purse out.

I pouted "That's not fair, I was paying." I said.

He chuckled, taking his change and putting his wallet away, "Isn't it customary that the gentleman buys the lady drinks?" he asked.

I rolled my eyes playfully, swatting his stomach, "yes, but if you expect me to drink all this I'll be under the table and you'll have to carry me to the hotel." I said, grabbing some of the drinks, leaving Spence to grab the others.

I carried the drinks back to the table, dishing them out to everyone.

"So curlytop, what's your poison?" he asked, drinking his beer, "you like some fruity white wine or something girly like that?" he joked with a chuckle.

I rolled my eyes, "I prefer hard spirits; tequila, gin, rum, but my favourite is Vodka, good Russian Vodka." I replied with a wink, drinking more of my Vodka and coke.

The table chuckled, "So, anyone catching our eye?" I asked, scanning the room quickly. "Refresh my mind, what are we looking for?" I asked

"Narcissist, mid to late 40s, male. Intelligent mind in a less powerful job, acts confident and like an Alpha-male when he really isn't. He won't be talking to any of the women, just watching them as they move around the room." Spence said, turning to look in his chair.

I turned his head round quickly, "you're too obvious Spence. Do you not have any idea how to look subtly?" I hissed before standing up, "I'm going to the loo, will someone come with me? I don't want to be mistaken for a hooker." I said.

Garcia chuckled, "I'll come with you." She said, standing.

Together we headed for the toilets, canvassing as we went.

SpencerPOV

I turned red after being chastised by Amy. She did have a point though; if we were too obvious, it could ruin the whole thing. I took another drink of my Scotch, letting the amber liquid burn my throat slightly and make me feel warm inside.

Morgan chuckled, "Looks like there is trouble in paradise?" he teased, much to the amusement of the others at the table.

I rolled my eyes, looking round the room. I noticed one man who was out of the ordinary. He fit our profile; mid to late 40s, not talking to the woman, just following them with hungry eyes. I nudged Morgan, and gestured towards him, trying to signal that he was fitting our bill.

I saw Amelia and Garcia return from the restrooms, giggling like two teenage girls. I smiled at the sight of her, though it quickly turned to a face of disgust when I saw the leer that was sent her way by said man.

She reached her seat, "Sorry I snapped" she whispered, tapping my knee with hers.

I smiled "it's fine, you were right anyway. I think we've spotted someone." I said.

"Who?" She asked, taking a sip of her drink.

"Near the restroom, sitting at the bar, dark hair, blue jacket." I added, finishing my Scotch.

She finished her own drink, "I'm going to get a coke, ask the bartender if he's noticed anything unusual." She said, rising to go to the bar.

I watched her, as did the man I was observing. He had a hungry look in his eyes that made my blood boil. She's a human being! Not a piece of meat!

After around 10 minutes, she was back at the table, coke in hand. "The bartender said that the nights of the murders were really busy, like tonight, he also said that the man Spence spotted was seen here every night of the murders, disappearing not long after the girls were last seen. That's not probable cause though." She noted, standing, "We should go speak to the Victims friends now, maybe they can tell us something that we are missing, maybe about that guy." She said, slipping on her coat.

I followed suit, as did the others, slipping out of the bar and on foot to the beginning of the red light district. There we all parted ways; Rossi and Prentiss, Hotch and JJ, Morgan and Garcia, me and Amy. We all took off in separate directions, Amy and I heading down another street, little did we know that the man from the bar was not too far behind us.

A/N: Ooh, a little cliffy there for you darlings. This case should wrap up in the next chapter or two, then we are moving on to the next case. Every chapter is one step closer to Spence and Amy getting together Woohoo! Ciao for now!