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"I want you to listen to me very carefully Dr. Reid and hand me your gun", the cold voice said stretching his hand out to take Reid's weapon.
Reid breathed deeply. If he let go of his gun, he knew he had no protection. But the profiler could feel the gun pressing in to his back, and knew he had no choice. He felt a painful jab after he hadn't moved.
"Fine...Fine. Here you go". Reid said placing the gun in his hand with force.
"Thank you. Now was that so difficult Spencer?", the masked assailant said with a trace of a laugh.
Reid said nothing. Whoever this man was he wasn't giving him the satisfaction of playing.
"I bet you're wondering who I am. And I'll tell you, I am the messenger". Reid said nothing as the hooded man paused.
"There was a innocent man murdered two nights ago. You have one day before the next one dies".
"What?", Reid finally conforming to his shock.
" No questions. Everything you need is in here", and the masked figure placed a file down on the back seat. "And I strongly suggest Spencer that you don't involve your little team. If you do chose to tell them however my Boss would like you to know he will have no trouble killing every single one".
Reid barely had a second to digest that startling information before the pressure on his back vanished. The masked man placed Reid's gun on top of the file and exited the car. The masked figure got in to the driver's seat of a dark Aston martin and vanished around the corner. Reid began to let his emotions take over, and lent against the wheel, breathing deeply.
Reid turned around and grabbed his gun and file...
... Morgan and Hotch returned from the crime scene after making little progress.
"There was no prints or DNA at the scene. How you going Prentiss?" Morgan said handing his co-worker a coffee.
Prentiss sat down and let out a long breath, " Nothing! These two couple's are totally different. The Hemmingway's were Doctor's. Stuart Meehan was a Plummer, and his wife was a receptionist. They lived in different areas, children went to different schools... I can't find anything that links the victims".
"Keep looking. Then you and Reid get started on a geographical profiler", Hotch said studying the board.
"Where is he by the way?"
"He said he'll be here in a bit", Morgan answered, and the three began to sketch out a profile.
"Only thing we learnt was that it was well known Laura Meehan was having affairs". Rossi said joining the conference room.
"Maybe that's who killed her. It would explain the remorse if the UnSub had a relationship with the victims", Morgan said.
"But there's no evidence that Edna Hemmingway was having a affair?" Prentiss said.
"What's confusing me is the crime scene. There so much damage it implies a disorganised killer, but there's not a fingerprint or a piece of DNA, which implies a organised Killer".
"Maybe it's a organised killer attempting to appear disorganised?" Prentiss responded.
" Did you get any names, for the people Laura Meehan had apparently had a affair with?" Hotch asked.
"No. But her sister said it was someone from her work" JJ answered.
"Okay, JJ, Prentiss. See if anyone knows anything at her old job"...
...Reid opened the file and read the red writing covering a old picture. Reid read over the words again, even though he'd remembered them perfectly the first time. The words however were not the most confusing thing to the genius. The picture. A small boy, with glasses and long brown hair, held a chess set in front of a Christmas tree. That can't be! How? Reid looked at the picture of his 4year old self, and again read the words...
"Villains!" I shrieked, "dissemble no more! I admit the deed! Tear up the planks! Here, here! It is the beating of his hideous heart!"
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