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"Okay Garcia, give it to me."

"You were right, my brainchild, the second blood sample found at the second scene is from the son of Jeff Clisby and the son of Val Simms."

"Sooo, when Val Simms supposedly went away to college, she really went away to have her child. That would make him about twenty-one years old now. Garcia, can you find me any information on the birth and what happened to that child?"

"Consider it done, I'll call. Over and out for now."

After his call to Garcia ended, he turned to Kyle and relayed to him what he had just heard from Garcia. Kyle looked like you could have knocked him over with a feather. He could not believe that Jeff had slept with a student. Had there been others? God, he had been Colleen's history teacher. Suddenly he felt like he didn't know anyone in his town. Jeff had slept with Val, she had had a child by him, what else didn't he know?

He stopped his musings because he realized Reid was speaking. "That's why he attacked their sex organs, her vaginal cuts, and his castration. He somehow feels betrayed by them. Perhaps he had a bad life with his adoptive parents and blames his birth parents for his lot in life."

"So this guy looks up his birth parents on, what the internet, and comes here to kill them because he had a bad life. He could be long gone by now."

"No, he's not a stranger. First of all, people in town would have noticed a stranger. A stranger would have had to have been here long enough to find the people he was looking for and then get an opportunity to attack them. I've only been here a couple of days but apparently the whole town knows who I am and what I look like. Furthermore, he called them both at night and lured them out. A woman alone would not go out at night to meet a stranger in a secluded place. It just wouldn't happen. No, this guy is not a stranger. And he is not long gone; my brake lines were cut today while I was at the sheriff's station. This guy is still here, he knows who I am and what I'm driving."

"Let's get to the drugstore and then back to the sheriff's station, I hope we'll know more when we hear from your friend, Garcia."

"First, I want to check with Mr. Melnick about the brake lines of my SUV and get photos and prints."

Garcia was hard at work with her babies trying to find out all she could on Val Simm's baby, when Morgan came in. "Hey Garcia, any word from Reid?"

"Yeah, I spoke to him a little while ago he seemed.. Uh… really good."

"All right, Garcia, what is it? Something's wrong. Is something wrong with the case?" He hurried over to her chair and swiveled her around, looking her in the eyes, "Is something wrong with Reid."

"No no, He's okay, really. I promised him I wouldn't say anything so I'm not going to now get out of here so I can do my work."

"Garcia, I mean it, tell me right now, what's wrong with Reid."

"No, I promised I wouldn't and I'm not telling you anything. Now for the last time get out of here." Morgan left but she knew she hadn't heard the last of this.

Morgan went into the conference room where everyone was clustered around the conference table. He blurted out, "Something's wrong with Reid."

Hotch said, "What, what's wrong with Reid?"

"I don't know, Garcia won't tell me. I asked her if she heard from him and she said he was good but she hesitated and I asked her if something was wrong and she said no but I knew she was lying and I called her on it. Then she said Reid made her promise not to tell anyone. I don't like the sound of that and she won't tell me what it's about."

Hotch picked up the phone and said, "Well she'll tell me," and spoke into the receiver, "Garcia, please get up to the conference room, now!"

Garcia entered the conference room a few minutes later to find five faces staring at her. Hotch spoke, "Morgan tells me that something is wrong with Reid and you won't tell him what it is."

Garcia put her head down, looking a little sheepish but when she looked up she said, "With all due respect sir, Reid is my friend and he asked me not to say anything to you guys and I am just respecting his wishes."

"I can appreciate that Garcia, and I commend your loyalty to Reid, however considering the difficulties, he's been through lately, I'm going to have to insist that you tell me what is going on with him. If he gets upset with you I will tell him that I pulled rank, okay."

"Come on Garcia," Emily urged, "You know we only have his best interest at heart." She looked at the others and they all nodded enthusiastically.

"Okay, I called him today and I couldn't reach him. He called me later and said his phone was off because he had been in the ER. He said he was in a slight accident, that he had hit a telephone pole. Before you start, he's okay, whiplash and I asked because I thought it weird that he hit a telephone pole, and no he was not impaired in any way. Apparently someone had cut his brake lines and he hit the pole to stop his SUV."

Morgan was up and out of his seat, "What! That's it, we got to go there now; someone is trying to kill him."

The others were silent and Garcia came and sat down at the table. Gideon inquired, "Garcia, how did he sound when you talked to him?"

She thought for a minute and then she said, "He sounded okay, I think he's got a handle on what's going on down there and obviously somebody is afraid of him. From the requests he makes of me, I think he's doing an excellent job. He was afraid of this if you knew, that's why he didn't want me to tell you. He was afraid you would all panic."

After a long silence filled the room Gideon finally spoke, "Let's leave him be for now but if anything else happens to him we may have to get involved." The look on Morgan's face said he was not pleased but he would do what Gideon suggested. It didn't lessen his worry for his friend.

Reid and Kyle were at Dom Melnick's garage getting the low down on Reid's vehicle. Dom showed them where the brake lines were cut and Reid took pictures and fingerprints. Dom then said that he had gone by the station to see the spot where the lines had been cut. There was no brake fluid on the ground so whoever had done this had had enough sense to bring a container to collect the brake fluid thereby leaving no hint to Reid as to what had been done. This person obviously had some knowledge of cars. Dom said it would take a day or two to fix the damage and Reid told him to go ahead, and he would call his insurance provider.

Just as they got back to the sheriff's station, Reid's cell phone rang. It was Garcia. "Hey sweet boy, I have the information you're waiting for."