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Blood Hungry

Henry took me to a play last night. I had no idea that Washington DC has this little theater-in-the round just off Lexington Ave. It's in the basement level of an old red brick building that someone restored and added a restaurant. The theater reminds me of some of the off Broadway shows I went to the last time I was in New York with my friend Julie from high school. There are only one hundred seats, and they are situated so that there is a small stage in the middle of the room. Between the seats at each corner they also have a small stage so that the action moves around the room. There was one scene that took place right next to my seat. I've never seen actors up that close. I don't know how they can perform that close to an audience and stay in character.

Henry laughed when we got there and he told me it was a murder mystery. He apologized for the bus man's holiday, but I didn't mind. Of course, it was the butler "who dun it," but that was okay. It was funny. One of the actors stepped into a small garbage can on the set during one scene. I don't think that was supposed to happen, but he stayed in character despite the laughter of the audience and having to walk around with it stuck to his foot. Now I couldn't have done that…

It was a fun evening and the dinner at the restaurant afterward was delicious. Henry is so great, we talked till the restaurant closed and kicked us out. Then we took a drive down to the Potomac and walked along the bank even though it was cold and after ten o'clock. The river is beautiful with all the lights.

I think we got home after two am, but it didn't matter. It was so great just to have someone to talk to. He doesn't even care if I talk too much about my job. He talks about the hospital and it's pretty fascinating. He kissed me on the cheek before he left. We're going to go out again next weekend if I don't have a case. I can't wait…

Speaking of cases, we had a really gruesome one this week. We went to Harrington Tennessee where a man and a woman had been brutally killed. They hadn't had a homicide in sixty-four years. Gideon had to stay at Quantico. I shouldn't laugh, but he actually went sky diving and hurt his foot. So he's on crutches for awhile and couldn't go into the field. He didn't seem to be bothered by it though…

At first, the killings looked like robbery, and then it seemed as though there were two killers. Morgan and Hotch arrested a man named "Domino," who was a meth addict. They only thing Morgan, Elle and Hotch could get the guy to admit to was robbing the woman that was killed after she was dead.

We were kind of lucky, in that we had a witness. It was a seven year old boy called Wally Brisbane. He didn't see the killing, but he saw Domino. It was Wally's music teacher that was killed.

Gideon and Garcia figured out that the un-sub was a cannibal. Like I said, it was a gruesome case. The guy was taking the internal organs and blood, and putting them in containers to keep in the fridge. During the briefing for the cops so that they would know what to look for in the profile, Reid was telling the other cops about this guy that thought aliens had invaded his body, and he had to drink the blood of other people or he would die. How does he know all these disgusting facts. It helps with the job, but it's still creepy.

At the funeral for Mr. Thompson, one of the murdered people, we got another lead on a mentally ill young man that had recently come home. It turned out that it wasn't him. Then the worst thing happened, Wally disappeared after his grandmother was killed. This time the killer took her heart. Gideon was the one to figure out that this un-sub had some kind of religious delusion and thought that Wally was some kind of Messianic figure.

The killer actually brought the stomach of Annie Stewart back to her house in a plastic container, like I said, a very disgusting case. Anyway, Morgan and Elle caught the guy at a church and he was completely out of it. His mother turned out to be Mrs. Mayes, a prominent member of the community. She gave us permission to medicate him so that Hotch and Spence could talk to her son. It didn't work very well and once they left him alone, he tired to hang himself in his cell.

It turned out that his mother was covering for him and we found Wally in a shed out in the woods. The poor kid was terrified, but he's going to be okay. I know that she loved her son, but how could she cover up a kidnapping like that?

Morgan was telling me after we got back, that Garcia was really mad at Hotch for leaving her alone with Gideon. I don't understand what could be so bad about that. I guess I'll have to ask her what happened.

At least Spence didn't get into trouble this time. I hope that's a good sign of a new trend. Maybe I should make a list like Gideon, only I think I'll skip the skydiving. I wonder what Spence would put on his list if he made one.

A/n I went to a theater, like the one mentioned in the story, with a friend of mine in Baltimore years ago. It was neat to have performance that close to where you're sitting.