So I got this idea, and I superdy duperdy love it! (okay so those aren't words but go with me) So I am going to write it.
Hidge, I bet you're reading this, what's your screen name on the board so I can find you?
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They were on a case in New York. It was one of the toughest cases Spencer Reid had ever been on. One unsub had raped nearly thirty women in a span of ten years. All of them were in their late twenties, early thirties, brunette, brown eyes, athletic build. He would wait for them to get home before raping them. And they were no closer to catching him then the police had been ten years ago.
Reid sighed as he took a sip of his coffee. He and the team were all sitting around, thinking. Rossi and Hotch both sat expressionless across the table from Reid, though he knew they were trying to figure out what they had missed. JJ and Emily stood looking at the board where they had all their information. Reid and Morgan were also looking at the board, but they were sitting down across from Hotch and Rossi. Every member of the team, except JJ, who was still breast-feeding her two-month-old daughter Evelyn, had a cup of coffee in their hands.
"I just don't see what we're missing, and more victims isn't helping." Emily said, referring to the latest victim, who was raped right after they arrived in the city five days ago.
"Does he choose his victims at random? Because I can not find a connection anywhere." Reid said. "Other than their appearance, and there are hundreds, maybe thousands of woman fitting that description in the city."
"Garcia can't find anything either." Morgan added. Everyone sighed.
"We could send Emily undercover if we knew the connection." Hotch said.
"But we don't." Rossi said. Hotch nodded.
"Let's call it a night." JJ suggested looking at the clock on the wall of the conference room in the police station, it read: 12:47 AM.
"Agreed." Everyone said standing up and grabbing their stuff. Though they all knew they wouldn't get any sleep it was worth a try.
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"Hey Spencer, what are you doing here?" Elle asked opening her door a half an hour after Reid had left the police station. He and Elle had been seeing each other for over a year, though they still hadn't slept together yet, because Reid was so nervous about it Elle let it go. When Elle had left Reid had had Garcia track her down for him, he had called her and they had become closer friends, he would take a train up to New York whenever he had a chance to see her. A few months after he had contacted her they had officially started dating.
"We're here on a case and I thought I'd come and see you." Reid said.
"At 1:23 in the morning?" Elle asked.
"We stayed at the police station late, we have no leads. It's frustrating, I just had to see you." Reid said.
"Well come on in, I was up anyways." Elle said moving out of the way for Reid to come into her small apartment.
"Thanks."
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Reid woke up the next morning on Elle's brown fabric couch. It was surprisingly comfortable, much more comfortable than his. He stood up and looked around the apartment, he looked in Elle's bedroom, the bathroom, and the kitchen area. But he was all-alone. He looked at the clock on the wall and nearly freaked out, he was going to be late if he didn't leave right now. And he was wearing the clothes he was wearing yesterday.
He hastily grabbed his bag and scribbled a note to Elle explaining that he would be back later and that he was running late. He set it on the table next to the couch and ran out the door, down the stairs, and into his rental car.
I won't even have time for coffee. He mentally grumbled as he sped through the New York streets. He nearly shouted when he almost rear-ended a car, there were cars backed up for three blocks! Could this day get any worse?
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Elle walked into her apartment at the same moment that Reid got stuck in traffic. She was carrying a paper grocery bag containing eggs, milk, carrots, ham, bacon, and cheese. She also had two cups of coffee from the local coffee shop for her and Reid. She sighed when she saw he wasn't there. She walked across the living room to the counter where the stove was and set down her groceries. Then she turned back to the table where he had left the note, she picked it up and read the cursive writing.
Elle,
I'm sorry but I am running late for work. If I don't leave right now I will be late, and we can't have that, not with a rapist on the loose. I'll be back later, it might be late but I will come back, I promise.
I love you,
Spencer
She sighed before folding the note up and putting it in her pocket. She was going to make them omelets but now he wasn't here, he would probably be hungry after work.
She walked back to the counter and pulled her food out of the bag and put them in the fridge so they wouldn't spoil. She was about to go watch some TV but she felt something hard hit the back of her head, black dots clouded her vision, she lost consciousness.
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Okay do you like it? I like it. I was going to write more but then I thought "hmm, what if I leave it here? Tehe, mauhaha!"
BTW I am watching Revelations right now on TV, just thought I'd tell ya.
Okay I'm going to be quiet now, I am kind of hyper today. Please review?