A/N: Still don't own Criminal Minds, Damn!

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"Eyes," she said, looking confused.

"Yes Dr. Price, when Thelma Fletcher was exhumed, she was without both her eyes. The pathologist usually tests the vitreous fluid for toxins but in this case he had to go a little further into the tissues because there was no fluid to be had since her eyes were missing."

"Let me check the chart again," she stated picking up the record once again. She flipped through the pages for a few minutes and then came up with the answer. "Oh here's the reason," she said sounding relieved. "Her eyes were donated for corneal transplant. There's a consent here that was signed by her sister Helen Sinclair." She threw the chart down in front of him, the signed consent form, clearly visible.

Reid was a little taken aback but managed to hide it and said, "That explains the missing eyes but does not explain the overdose of potassium chloride. Looking at her medications, this woman was not even receiving any kind of potassium and her labs are all within normal limits so you would have no reason to administer potassium to her."

"Dr. Reid, I cannot comment on that right now as I will have to look back over staffing schedules and things to find out who was caring for the poor lady on that fateful day but believe me I will look into it."

Reid felt there was nothing more he could learn now and he didn't want to get this woman's back up so that she would not cooperate. He said, "I will be going over this chart with a fine tooth comb and if I find any irregularities, you will be hearing from me. I will be back to check on those staffing schedules, so be prepared." He stood as did Colleen and they made their way out the door. They went to the SUV but did not leave right away. Reid wanted to see if the good or not so good doctor left or stayed put.

He dialed his cell phone. "Garcia, can you get into the phone system at the nursing home and find out who Dr. Price calls."

"Reid, you know that's illegal without an order for a trap and trace. But for you boy wonder I'll do it and I'll even throw in a free trace through her cell phone."

"Garcia, you're the best."

"Don't you know it sweetie."

While they were sitting, Colleen said, "I think she thought that you were a medical doctor."

"I know she did. Most people when I say I'm a doctor, automatically think physician and I always correct them but this time I thought it best not to disabuse her of that idea."

"Sneaky," Colleen said with a mischievous grin.

"There's nothing in the FBI rule book against being sneaky."

"It's a good thing you knew so much medical jargon that you were able to convince her."

"Well if you say stuff like that with some authority, people usually think you know what you're talking about, and I do a lot of reading so I am fairly well versed in that sort of thing. So are you really going to go back and see those people again?"

"Yes, I really want to, I felt so sorry for that man."

"It was pretty sad wasn't it. You were really wonderful with him, he looked so peaceful when you were talking to him about the weather and the breeze in your hair. That's a gift you know."

"I never even thought about it you know, I just took his hand and said what came out and I'm glad that it seemed comforting for him. Do you think it's wrong of me to go back?"

"No, I think it's nice but I want you to be careful, at least until this murder thing is over with. Promise you'll be careful."

"Yes Dad."

"Do not call me Dad, I in no way feel fatherly toward you. You got that?"

"I got that." She smiled broadly.

"I don't think she's moving; let's head back to the station," he said starting up the SUV and driving out of the parking lot."

Arriving back at the stationhouse Reid explained what had gone on and what the doctor had said.

"Her eyes were removed for transplantation," Greg asked?

"Yes," Reid replied, "It's called keratoplasty. It's the most successful of all transplant surgeries, 85-95 successful. It's done under local anesthetic and can be performed in the doctor's office. There are few side effects and since there is very little blood flow to the eye, much less chance of rejection. It's actually not very difficult to harvest the eyes either. No doctor is needed, just a technician so it's easy to see why it is the most performed transplant surgery. Donors can be as young as two and as old as eighty.

Greg. Morris, and Jake looked stunned at Reid's recitation, however the others, who knew him better had long since passed being surprised at the things that burst forth from his mind.

Garcia had been flipping through the medical record and mentioned nonchalantly, "Whoever the recipient was would be glad Thelma died when she did."

"That's a rather nasty thing to say, isn't it," Colleen responded.

"I didn't mean anything by it; it's just that Reid said you could be a donor until you were eighty. If you look at Thelma's birth date, she was only a couple of weeks from being eighty and then her eyes would no longer be acceptable so I'm just saying, it's lucky for the recipients that she died when she did.

"That's a rather harsh way of looking at someone's death" Colleen stated.

"True," Gideon replied, "but realistic. For every transplant there has to be someone who dies so although it seems harsh, it's necessary."

Garcia was looking at her computer screen and said, "Reid, she's on the move."

Reid was sitting over in the corner somewhat lost in thought and jumped up when Garcia spoke and went over to the computer screen. "Where is she going Garcia?"

"Somewhere on Bank Street, oh wait, that's where she lives. Sorry, I guess that's not suspicious, is it."

"Garcia, do you want to scan this file and send it to Coleman in Quantico. I'm fairly adept at looking at the records but I'm not as astute at this as a pathologist. I wouldn't want something to go unnoticed and have someone get away with something because I screwed up."

Garcia took the file and started the process, saying "Reid, nobody thinks you screwed up."

Colleen asked if she was needed for anything and if not she thought she would go back and visit Jim and Bud for an hour or so before they headed home for the day. Reid said she wasn't needed there at present and Kyle gave her the keys to the cruiser. As she went out the door, Reid hollered, "Remember be careful."

Colleen entered the nursing home for the second time that day and headed for Jim's room, finding him much as she had the first time except now he was turned the other way. "Hi Jim," she said quietly. His eyes were open and they showed that he was listening but he was unable to move his body in any way. He blinked at Colleen and she took that as an invitation to sit and talk with him. She talked to him for quite a while telling him about the things going on outdoors, her life, news of the world. She asked if he would like her to read to him sometime and again he blinked. Colleen thought he looked like he was tiring so she said good bye for today and said she would see him again soon. She looked around and found Bud in the games room playing a game of solitaire. "Hi Bud," she said. "I was up visiting Jim and I thought I would stop and see you."

"Well, my little beauty, it is good to see you again. You were as good as your word and looked up old Bud. Thank you."

Bud asked her about her life and she told him about being a deputy and working with her father and now the FBI. Bud said that he had heard a couple of the nurses talking about some FBI guy looking into the death of one of the "inmates," Thelma Fletcher. Colleen confirmed that this was true. She asked Bud if he knew her.

"Oh I know just about everybody around here. Thelma was a sweet lady, quite crippled with arthritis but a nice lady. We used to talk quite a bit because she was pretty lonely. She had one friend in town who visited her but she had no family so we spent a lot of time together."

"Oh boy, I stayed longer than I thought. My father will be wanting the cruiser to drive home. Thanks for the visit Bud; I'll stop in again, okay."

"You bet little sweetie, any time you want."

Colleen drove back to the stationhouse like the proverbial bat out of hell and jumped out the car and ran into the stationhouse yelling as she ran, "Reid, Reid, Reid where are you?"

He came down the hallway from the break room at a gallop, "Colleen, what is it, what's wrong."

"I was just talking to Bud. He spent a lot of time with Thelma because she didn't have any family."

Reid's mouth gaped, "Then who signed the consent to donate her eyes?"