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A Real Rain

Henry called me late last night. I had just arrived home after playing catch up with a ton of paperwork at the office. I was in the middle of getting some chamomile tea. He apologized for calling so late, but he was at the hospital, doing his own paperwork between cases. He complained for a long time about the attending physician. I've never met him, but Henry says they clash a lot. I asked him if arguing with his boss was going to get him in trouble, but he said no. He said that Dr. Taylor gets on everyone's nerves, especially the nurses.

After he went on and on about it, I kind of got impatient and asked him if he was going to complain all night or if he had a reason for calling. He sort of got quiet and then he asked if we could get together this weekend and talk.

I asked him why we just didn't talk right then on the phone. He said he didn't want talk about it over the telephone. He sounded really nervous, so I said we could talk on Saturday, if I didn't have a case.

I wish I knew what he wanted to talk about. Maybe he wanted to break up. He didn't sound very happy. Did I do something wrong? I thought everything was okay. I didn't sleep at all that night and then this morning Angie called me. I told her what he asked and she thinks he wants to ask me to marry him. I told her that was ridiculous. We've only know each other for a couple of months. How could he want to marry me? We haven't even talked about marriage. I don't want to get married!

We got another case before I had time to decide if Angie was crazy, or if Henry really wanted to get married. It was another serial killer in New York. At least it got my mind off of Henry for awhile. The killer seemed to be killing at random. There was no pattern to the killings.

Spence sat next to me on the plane. He asked me if everything was okay and I said I was fine. I wasn't going to tell him about Henry. I could see Morgan grinning at me and I gave him a dirty look. He was going to mess everything up if he didn't stop looking at me and Spence. Why can't he just mind his own business?

Elle was mentioning that this wasn't how she wanted to spend time at home. I said that I wished I had time for shopping at Barney's. Spence said he was excited to see the city. Then everyone was teasing him for not visiting there as Quantico was pretty close by plane and train. Then I said that I'd show him around if we have time. As soon as the words left my mouth I couldn't believe I said it. Then I thought I was allowed to spend time with a friend. Spencer is just a friend after all. Morgan is wrong about Henry, I know he is.

It didn't matter because we were very busy once we got to Manhattan. I got the privilege of dealing with the press. We talked to the police, and Hotch and Elle went to one crime scene while Gideon, Spence and Morgan went to the latest scene. It was frustrating to get nowhere that afternoon.

We got a call later on that a priest had been killed the same way. This time there was a witness. She was the one to tell us that the priest had been accused of pedophilia and acquitted. Spence was the one to point out the knife in the priest's ear was flint. Elle told me he went off on this big explanation about Egyptian mythology and how they believed that flint was for retribution and protection. He always comes up with the best stuff! They also found out that this guy was blind folding his victims after killing them like Lady Justice.

We decided to go to out for Chinese for dinner. The sad part was that the only thing anyone could talk about was other cases and profilers. Poor Spence… he couldn't make the chopsticks work and we all laughed at him. He said that Confucius invented the chopsticks. How does he know all this stuff? I was the only one that tried to help by putting them together with a rubber band. Even that didn't work; it was fun to watch though. Does he do it on purpose, or is he really that uncoordinated. It guess he must be, because I can't see why he would do stuff like that on purpose.

We got interrupted with another murder, this time a cop killer. There was a reporter that seemed to know everything about the case before we did. He was a complete jerk and I got the dubious honor of bringing him in to see Gideon and Hotch. He treated me like I was some kind of girl Friday for the FBI so I reminded him that I'm an agent too. He was pretty angry when Gideon got through with him.

You should have heard the calls we got in on the tip line. Everyone was happy with this guy when they found out that his victims were all accused of a crime. The public loves a vigilante. Then some crazy guy killed an undercover cop and it hit the fan after that. He confessed to the killings, but he didn't have any idea about the details.

Anyway, the killer ended up being a court reporter that lost his parents to a violent crime. The team tracked him to his next victim. Gideon almost talked him down, but a member of SWAT killed him when it looked like the guy was going to shoot Gideon. Everyone was pretty down after that and we turned right around to come home. No one wanted to stay there.

The trip home was short, but I still went to sleep. Now it's late and I can't sleep in my own bed for thinking about Henry and why he wants to talk to me. Angie called me just after we got home; she wanted to make sure I hadn't changed my mind about Henry. She seems to think I sabotage all my relationships. She says I'm afraid of commitment. What does she know? I'm not afraid of commitment. I just want to have my career. What's wrong with that?

I just remembered… I didn't get a chance to show Spence around New York.