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"Okay, we have to get your ME out here to pronounce."

"Why," John asked, "she's obviously dead."

"Because it's an unexplained death, we still need a coroner to pronounce. Then you should tape off the area from those trees over there," he pointed to a couple of trees, "up to here." He moved to a little beyond the body and made a line with his foot.

"But," John started to say something then was cut off sharply by Morris.

"John, do as Agent Reid says and don't question everything. He obviously knows what he's doing and none of us do so best keep your mouth shut and pay attention." John looked a little taken aback by Morris' outburst and opened his mouth to respond then thought better of it and closed it again and remained silent.

"That's okay Morris, okay everybody, the reason I want this area cordoned off is not sheer insanity, there are reasons and they need to be explained to you. We have no idea why this woman died. Was she under the influence of some substance, and wandered in front of a car and the driver panicked and dumped the body? Did she have car trouble and was hit by accident and again the driver panicked and dumped the body or was she hit intentionally and dumped? We don't know. We need to find out."

"Okay Reid, how do we do that?" Colleen inquired.

"By finding out all we can about the woman and all we have to do that with is the skeletal remains and the patch of earth she's on. That's our evidence, it's not much but it's all we've got and we need to use every bit of it to solve our puzzle."

"Again, how do we do that?"

"We have to have the bones analyzed. We can learn a lot from them. Then we have to make sure this area is searched thoroughly. There may be something of hers that can help identify her. Did she have a purse, jewelry, something that might give us a clue could be imbedded in this earth. Also anything she may have had in her system, hence in her tissues, could have seeped into the soil. We need to take samples."

"Sorry, I never thought of that." She said.

"That's all right; you're all here to learn. If you don't know, ask. I won't take offence at you questioning me, I expect it. You may ask me something that I haven't thought of."

"I doubt that." Roy whispered to John, who nodded.

"Talk to Gideon, the first time we met was at one of his lectures. What did I do for about half the lecture?"

They all turned to look at Gideon, who smirked and said, "You asked questions."

They all looked back at Reid who gestured with his hands as if to say "and look what happened."

Gideon was looking on, purposely staying quiet, first because Reid was handling the situation very well. He was coming out of his shell somewhat when it came to talking in front of groups, and although it was a small group, it was a start. The elder agent felt this was just what Reid needed at this point in his career and his life to boost his confidence and get him back on track. But secondly, he wanted to stay uninvolved, if he could, so he could assess Reid. He knew Reid was aware of this but he didn't want it to be obvious to others.

Spencer Reid had made great strides in coming to terms with his Dilaudid addiction, the aftermath of the horrendous time spent in the hands of an unsub with multiple personality disorder. He was becoming a bit more open with the rest of the team, letting them in on his emotions a little more. He was still trying to come to terms with a childhood that was almost nonexistent due to the fact that at ten he was left by his father to care for a schizophrenic mother and handle a bitter world that did not or refused to attempt to understand the inner workings of an accomplished but isolated genius. Although he still blamed himself for institutionalizing his mother, he was getting better. The team had worked hard at making him see that he was a good son, a good friend and situations like the one they were in now were hopefully helping him see that he was a very good agent. Gideon was glad he was here because he would do anything he could to help that happen. As he had told Ruby, he was very fond of this young man.

Reid asked if anyone had any more questions before Morris called in the medical examiner. Colleen spoke up again, "How are we going to find out who she was short of finding a piece of identification that belonged to her?"

"We have to get pictures of her out through missing person agencies. Maybe someone has reported her missing."

"Uh, sorry but how do we get a picture of her," Greg asked, confused.

"We can do facial reconstruction. It's best if that can be done on a mold of the skull itself. The person doing the reconstruction knows all about skin depths, tones, that sort of thing and is able to render a fairly decent image of the deceased. We have one of the best right here in the US, Dr. Meredith Hamstead. Unfortunately, she will not be available to us. She is on a sabbatical and is currently on an archeological dig in Brazil. However, we do have at our disposal, the next best thing."

"And what is that?" Greg asked.

"Well it's both a what and a who. If you can't do facial reconstruction on a skull mold, the next best thing is through computer imagery. There is facial reconstruction software and we have that in Quantico. First we have to get a CT scan done of the skull, and of course DNA samples from the bone which will at least tell us the race of our Jane Doe. Once the CT is done we have 3D digital images of the skull that are stored on a computer disk. You put that in with the reconstruction software that denotes the average soft tissue for the deceased's likely age, sex and race and maps it out on the skull. And then we have our secret weapon."

"What's the secret weapon" the group replied.

Reid smiled and said, "We have Penelope Garcia."