A/n hello all. Here is the next chapter. Thank so much to all my reviewers. You make me smile and laugh with your comments. I look forward to reading them.

Disclaimer: I keeping hoping, but I still don't own the show.

JJ was the first to wake up the next morning, which didn't surprise her. Reid was very reluctant to wake up in the best of circumstances. Usually… Leia was the only one that could get him out of bed before six am. Well… she was not going to stick her nose in his face and lick his neck… On second thought licking his neck could be fun.

No… you need to get back to your room before everyone else wakes up. Why didn't I book rooms for us on separate floors?

She turned over, and then stretched, before getting out of bed and searching for the pajamas she'd worn so briefly the night before. Her pajama bottoms were under the bed for some reason. Reid murmured softly and she froze while putting one leg into her pajamas. He turned over and was silent. She finished putting on the pajama bottoms. Then she went looking for her tee-shirt After slipping into the garment, which she'd found thrown across the room, she bent over the kissed Reid on the forehead.

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She got out the door without waking him and down the hall to her room. She was about to open the door to her hotel room, when another door opened and Hotch exited. He looked impeccable as always, in a charcoal grey suit, a blindingly white shirt, and a dark blue tie with tiny white dots at the knot. His shoes were shined to mirror sheen.

"Good morning, JJ…" He said, looking like he needed coffee more than she did.

"Ah… hi… Nice morning isn't it."

Very slick JJ… You're supposed to be the hot shot communications liaison for the team and all you can say is "Nice morning," to the boss.

"Yeah…it's a great morning."

She never could tell if he was being sarcastic or not. He had a poker face that could sometimes fool Reid into losing a game on the plane.

"I'll see you down in the conference room they set up for us. Is Reid awake yet?"

"No… he's still sleeping and…"

Well you stepped right into that one, didn't you?"

"Get dressed and call him. I'll see you two downstairs."

"Right…" She unlocked the door with as much dignity as she could muster and entered her room. She missed the tiny smile that crossed Hotch's face before it closed down again.

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Reid was drinking the hotel coffee like it was water. Hotch was looking at the case file. Morgan was talking to Emily, and Rossi was watching all of them when JJ came into the conference room the hotel had set up for them.

"Sorry I'm late." She sat as far away from Reid as was possible and still be in the same room. He looked at her and she shook her head.

"Alright… We're splitting up today. We have six other crime scenes to visit. Morgan and Emily I need you two at Highland Park and Lost Creek Park. The victims in those cases were Marie Sutton and Jane McReynolds. They were the first and second victims. Dave, you and Reid will go to Hillcrest Valley Memorial Park, and Mayflower Park. The victims were Darcy Baker and Judy Hansen. JJ and I will go to Fountain Green Park and The Sweetheart Park. We'll deal with Kelly Burton and Marci Anderson."

They split up for their assignments and headed out to the SUVs. Reid sat next to Rossi in the SUV the senior agent was driving, and tried to concentrate on the case at hand. There was a nagging feeling in the back of his mind that something important had been forgotten or overlooked. Dealing with the possibility of two perplexing mysteries at the same time was challenging to say the least.

"… Looking for another victim as we speak… Hey Reid… you with me here," Rossi inquired.

Reid looked up at the older agent. "Sorry Dave… I was just thinking…"

"Does this happen to have anything to do with why you and JJ disappeared for most of the morning yesterday?

"No…" Reid said a bit too loudly. Rossi only looked confused and Reid back pedaled fast. "I mean… we had a project we were working on that was okay with Hotch."

"You don't have to worry about me… I'm not going to tattle to the boss. You're a responsible and dependable young man. If it was important to you, then I'm sure it's worthwhile. Don't let it distract you. Let it help you with what you have to do now. Sometimes concentrating on one problem can help clear your mind to find the solution to another."

Reid thought about this for the rest of the trip to the first crime scene they were going to visit. "One of my neighbors thinks there's an angel of death at her friend's nursing home." He said suddenly and in a hurried rush as though he couldn't believe that he'd let a little old lady fool him.

"Is she a substance abuser, or mentally impaired." Rossi asked bluntly.

"No… she's a retired school teacher."

"That's good enough for me! Tell me about what she thinks might be going on there."

Reid explained what Esther had told him. "So… Am I crazy to let a little old lady lead my around by the nose, as it were."

"No… You said you talked to Hotch and he's supporting you. I think you should look into it."

They parked the SVU a minute later in the parking lot and walked to the first crime scene. "Ok… Darcy Baker was the third victim. She was employed as real estate agent for Century 22 realty. She was there most successful agent. She was single and thirty years old."

They got to the picnic table where she was dumped. It looked just like the one in the other park they had visited the night before. It was at the foot of a large hill. Like the other park, the table was apart from the main part of the park. Large pines surrounded the area of the table and there was a charcoal grill mounted into a cement slab.

Reid was staring at the table when Rossi waved a hand in front of his face. "Hey Reid… you day dreaming again?"

"What… no, I'm just remembering something about the other crime scene photos. I need to call Garcia. Let's go to the next crime scene." He hurried away to the SUV while Dave followed at a slower pace, grinning like mad at the back of the eager young profiler. Once, he'd had that much energy for the job. Where had it gone?

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Esther Warburton, former high school teacher turned cat baby sitter, hobbled from her kitchen to the living room. Her sofa was the only thing she'd brought with her after her husband died and she had to sell her home. It was chenille fabric the same color as espresso coffee. The coffee table was oval shaped glass that was polished up to a mirror shine. There were several coffee table books full of pictures of landscapes and other photography. Several of the books were black and white photos, which were her favorite. The carpet was the standard apartment beige. There was a large, forest green throw rug under the coffee table that covered the floor all the way under the sofa, to just in front of the walls.

A mahogany stained book case took up half of one wall. She had almost as many books as Reid did in his apartment. She had a secret love of trashy romance novels. Of course there were several classics bound in leather from the likes of Dickens, Edgar Allen Poe, Shakespeare, and others along with several books on history, science and philosophy.

Leia sat on the small ottoman at one end of the couch. It matched the couch in color and fabric and it was where Esther sat to watch her favorite soap opera in the afternoon. She set a plate on the floor next to the couch. Leia leaped down and attacked the tuna as though she hadn't eaten in weeks.

"You better not tell Spencer about this. I don't think he'd appreciate the way I've been spoiling you." She scratched the cats head while Leia ignored her for the fish. "I know he takes good care of you, but I don't think he thinks of things like a saucer of cream now does him."

Leia finished the fish and meowed at her baby sitter. "No… you've had enough. Let's turn on Days of our Lives and see what the good people of Salem are up to today."

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"What did you find out about Dr. Spencer Reid and Jennifer Jareau?"

"They're FBI agents."

"I know that… Don't be flippant! What else did you find out about them?"

"Don't shout at me… You said you wanted to know everything there was to know about them.

"Don't you tell me not to shout. You remember who you are and that I pay the bills!"

There was a very long silence on the other end of the line before the other man spoke quietly and respectfully to his boss.

"Dr. Reid is some kind of wunderkind. He's a genius and has a -what do you call it- photographic memory. He's the youngest profiler they've ever hired.

"A profiler… that's just what we need snooping around here. Why did he come here?

"I don't know, but I do know where he lives. He's a neighbor to that nosy old Esther Warburton."

"Who…"

"She's the woman that caused that scene when the Hutchinson crone bought it."

"Oh right… What about her?"

"She lives right next door to Dr. Reid."

"Really… that's useful, very useful…"

"I also found out that Dr. Reid has a mother in a mental institution in Nevada."

"Well… this just keeps getting better and better."

"What do you want me to do?"

"I think we need to make sure that Dr. Reid stays out of our business. Do it!"

The man shut his phone and pocketed it. One way or the other, he'd take care of the nosy feds and that nosy old retired school teachers!