Warning: A little OOC perhaps. And um...inserts of my thoughts on certain things within the story...hehhehheh --;
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, they are the property of CBS. I am just playing with them to satisfy my beloved bunny...it decided that if I was to continue saying that it was rabid, it would abandon me indefinitely...we won't want that would we?
Author's notes: I would like to thank my beta thoughtribbons for her fast work even if it did take me forever to post it. And thanks to those that reviewed too, sorry if I had not replied to some of the reviews, I have been really busy lately.

It was already late morning when they had gotten the chance to get to bed, so when Spencer finally woke, the sun was getting ready to set. He reflected that this was the first time they were attached to the graveyard shift, and it was already proving to be really tiring.

After an hour long soak to shed the fatigue, Spencer got down to the business of cleaning the room while waiting for Gideon's call.

Morgan had left in a rush the day before; since Spencer had already packed everything else for him, all he had to do was to pack his own personal toiletries. That, Spencer had also left in a neat little packet by the sink.

Much to his exasperation, Morgan had managed to leave a mess for him to clean up. Spencer wondered how the man lived, his house must be a real mess, he made a metal note to ask him about it one day.

After making sure the room was neat and tidy, Spencer sat by the window. He looked out at the city that was just coming alive with colours and lights dispassionately. It was a rather hot and dry evening outside, he could even feel the heat seeping in through the window panes, he was once again glad that he did not live here anymore, having never liked the desert heat and dryness.

He had been thinking about Gideon's conditions, and guessed that it really was best if someone did tag along. After some pondering, he finally decided to ask Gideon to go with him, he had a feeling his mother would approve of Gideon as his semi-guardian-like-person. And Gideon would have a kick trying to figure his mother out.

He realised that he really did want to visit his mother, he missed her terribly; even if it had been years since he had really been able to see his mother as a mother and not some neurotic woman that had made his life so complicated.

According to the doctor's report delivered to him a few days ago, she was doing a lot better and was responding to the new set of treatments. He really hope that he would be able to see her as she once was; gentle and loving, patient and nurturing.

He shook himself out of reminiscing about his mother, he really should not hold onto such childish hopes. Anyway, he had other obligations right now, the case was moving at light speed, so he would have to put the visit off till after the case was over.

Spencer was so absorbed in his thoughts that he was startled when his phone rang, he hurried to answer it, and despite his melancholy thoughts moments ago, he had to smile when he heard Gideon's distracted voice floating from the background. "Hello?"

"Hey Reid, good, you're awake." Hotch said hurriedly, "meet you in five, is that alright?"

"Yeah." Spencer grinned in amusement when he realised that Hotch was not listening to him. He was saying something to Gideon rather crossly, it seems like he was not the only person that was exasperated by their roommate. Hotch hung up aruptly, cutting off the rest of the conversation. Spencer shook his head a little, he had been interested to know what had gotten Gideon so distracted and Hotch so irritated.

Spencer took his bag and put on his shoes before padding out of his room. Making sure that the door was locked securely behind him, he wandered down the hall to the room of the other two men.

Hotch answered the door, wearing the darkest scrowl on his face, when he knocked; he let Spencer into the room before closing the door firmly behind him. Spencer looked around the room and was surprised to find that it had papers, pictures and photos strewn all over. It seems Hurricane Gideon had struck and scored; and Hotch was really none too happy about it.

But the clean up operation was already in the works. Gideon was arranging the scattered papers into piles before putting them neatly into crime scene case files. Meanwhile, Hotch was keeping the pictures and photos in several large manila folders.

Spencer greeted the two men in his usual subdued manner, and waited long enough to hear some mumbled responses back before picking his way gingerly across the room to sit on one of the cleared beds.

When the two older men were done, Spencer joined them in a last check to make sure that none if the papers, pictures or photos were left behind in the hotel room. That done, the three men left the hotel and hailed a cab, heading for the Las Vegas crime lab for another gruelling day of crime solving. (Had to write that...was watching some crack detective Bugs Bunny cartoons and was tickled into adding that into the story XD)

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When they got to the crime lab, Spencer was not surprised that it was only the detectives who were there to meet them once again. Upon reaching the room they had taken over for their own use, Hotch and Gideon took out the files and folders, laying out the papers, pictures and photos as they had in the hotel room. Looking carefully at them now, Spencer realised that they were making a, so-called, trail.

The rest of the evening was spent going through the reports that had been called in by Morgan, Elle and JJ, all were on the interviews they had done so far that day. Spencer sighed when he realised that they were going nowhere fast. Fustrated and annoyed, he and some police officers found themselves back at the crime scenes again that night, taking pictures and analysing the scenes, again.

The places where all the bodies had been found were near graveyards, but that was where the similarity ended. Some were left in high traffic areas, while others were left in obscure areas with little to no traffic.

For example, the latest body had been found three days after the victim's body had been dumped, that had been due to the remoteness of the dumping ground. It was all so unpredictable, the dumpsites seemed to be too random. Spencer felt that he was missing something, something very important, he just could not put his finger on what it was.

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That night, shortly after the Grissom and Nick had arrived, detective Brass burst into the room in a rush. "A couple just walk in to report that their young daughter is missing; and get this, the girl fits the profile of our vics."

"What? When did that happen?" Hotch asked.

"Not too sure, when I heard the couple's complaint and saw the picture of the girl, I thought I would get you guys first and ask questions later." Brass explianed.

"I want to interview them; if it is okay with you." Gideon asked Grissom. The man nodded, and everyone filed out behind the detective. Brass got the parents into an interview room and had them seated as comfortably as possible given the situation. Grissom and Gideon entered the room a little later, leaving Hotch, Spencer and Nick to watch from the small room behind the two way mirror.

"I am Dr Grissom for the LVPD CSI and this is Agent Gideon of the FBI, we have a few questions we would like to ask you." Grissom said in a clipped tone, he had his note pad out and was looking at the parents steadily. (Okay, I actually love Grissom but his stare sometimes freak me out...creepy! -.-)

Gideon was suddenly reminded of that expression on Grissom the one time he had seen him examining one of his bug specimens. He noted how the two in front of them seem to shrink a little; he sympathised, he would have felt rather like a bug too if he was pinned with that look.

"Why are we being interviewed by the two of you, is there something wrong, have you found Tammy? Is she alright?" The mother asked anxiously, looking rather pale and shaken. She shrunk a little more at the unblinking gaze Grissom bestowed solely upon her. (O-O)

"We do not know as of yet, why don't we start from the beginning. You are?" Gideon asked, his voice deliberately low and soothing to counter Grissom's rather alarming mannerisms.

"I am Franklin Chester and this is my wife Rose Chester." The man answered, seeming to have relaxed a little.

"Alright, Mr Chester, when did you realise that your daughter had gone missing?" Gideon still had his voice pitched low and soothing since it seemed to be helping the distraught parents calm their nerves.

"Yesterday actually, but we think that it might have been even longer then that. You see, she always called to check in with us every five days, so when she hadn't called the day before, we started to worry. At first, we thought that she might just be too preoccupied, but when she hadn't called yesterday, we became really worried.

"We went to her apartment just this evening to check on her. She wasn't there, and the mail had not been collected for six days. We made a few calls and none of her friends or colleagues have seen her for almost a week. They had thought that she was busy with something and had not wanted to disturb her.

"You have to understand, she is an artist and there are times when she is inspired, she would go for days without contacting anyone. Most of her friends knew better then to contact her before she did, she could get really upset if disturbed while she is creating her 'masterpieces' as she calls them." Mrs Chester sobbed the last few words out, one could tell that she was hurting badly.

"We came here immediately after we confirmed that she was truly missing. She's a good girl, a little too artistic and distracted, but she's a good girl, she would never ever run away on her own delibrately." Mr Chested added. The couple was clinging to each other and Mrs Chester was crying into her husband's chest.

"Mr Chester, we understand, we will try our best to find her. Is it alright if we searched through her apartment? It might give us some clues." Gideon asked the couple, they nodded and handed over a set of keys.

"We'll go and check out her apartment, if there is anything, we will call you." Gideon said as he saw the couple out of the room. Gideon made sure that the couple was led out of the station by a police officer and that someone had arranged to take them home.

It was a grim and silent, but determined group that gathered back at the meeting room.

"It's been six days already. There is a possibility that she is already dead or will be killed tomorrow. We need to move fast." Hotch said.

"I'll take Nick with me to the apartment. We will keep you posted." Grissom told Hotch.

"I'll go along with the two of you." Gideon addressed Grissom, after a little hesitation, Grissom agreed, but had Gideon promise to stay out of their way. Gideon agreed, acknowledging that in this case, Grissom was indeed very good at what he did.

Important: I am trying to see if adding the warnings and stuff like that ala LJ FF style would make things easier for people out there, so I would love to hear from you all regarding that, and if the top part is too long and distracting, please tell me too, so that I would not do it anymore the next time.