Title: Chasing Ghosts 5/?
Summary: Reid's sister visits and everything changes
Warnings: Reid/Morgan (eventually)
Spoilers: Up to Fisher King pt 2
Notes: This is not part of my Las Vegas universe. This is a completely different AU. Thanks to Silentflux who continues to make me a better writer!
Rating: PG

Morgan meant to ask Reid for a drink after work the next, to talk, but the ink was hardly dry on the paper work before they were whisked off on another case. Two weeks passed and even though things had calmed after three cases back to back, the moment was lost and Morgan wasn't sure when the next one would happen. Preoccupied thinking about this, it took a while to notice that Reid kept staring at his phone. Morgan wasn't sure what he was doing since no one every called Reid on his desk phone. JJ apparently had noticed Reid's odd behavior as well because she leaned next to Morgan at his desk and commented, "so do you know what's up with Spence?"

"Nah, it's like he's expecting a call, but 'no one ever calls him on his office phone,'" they finished together.

Just then for no apparent reason Reid picked up the phone and happily exclaimed, "Laurel!"

"Did Reid really just pick up the phone before it rang and know who it was?"

"Well," Morgan grinned wickedly, "he is psychic."

JJ whapped Morgan across the arm but neither turned from watching Reid, who was whispering excitedly into the phone. His demeanor suddenly changed from one of play to one of work. He was straighter and his face smoothed into serious lines, Morgan found himself wishing that there were more laugh lines to fade. The serious air about Reid spread and JJ and Morgan's previous good mood was quickly evaporating in the face of Reid's controlled distress.

They both watched on the edge of their seat as Reid quietly replaced the receiver of the phone and stared thoughtfully at it for a minute. Morgan finally gave into his curiosity and approached Reid, "Hey," Reid jumped and spun eyes impossibly wide and startled. "Whoa there!" Morgan could almost see Reid's heartbeat slowing, "who was on the phone?"

"Laurel." Reid's voice indicated that his actual thoughts were a million miles away, "She thinks there's a serial killer in Durham." Morgan opened his mouth to say something, but he wasn't' sure what. By the time his thoughts were collected Reid was up and moving towards Gideon's office. Garcia and Hotch noticed the intense staring of JJ and Morgan and gather around as well. When Hotch asked what was going on Morgan he just mumbled something about a possible case. They waited for over 7 minutes and Hotch had had just about enough, and was about to just go into Gideon's office when the door that they were all intensely staring at swung open.

Gideon walked out with Reid on his heels, "we have a case. Debrief on the plane."

Rather than protest everyone dispersed to gather their things.

Things were settled and everyone waited expectantly, eyes on Gideon, who turned to Reid, "Spencer, if you would?"

Reid, the one person that wasn't watching Gideon jerked up, shocked. Eye's wide he took a moment to compose himself before launching into a stammering speech, "The, umm we're heading to Durham, North Carolina. Specifically the Rhine Institute, where –umm- Laurel, my sister, she –uh- thinks that there's a serial killer in the area. That's –um- psychic." Reid nervously cleared his throat and looked away, afraid of seeing their reactions.

When he did finally look up there was a wide rang of reactions. Hotch was the worst, his aura swirling violently, Reid quickly glanced away unable to stomach the look, he could still see the edges of it rolling tumulusly out of the corner of his eyes. JJ's was bright, spinning hesitantly in colors of confusion and doubt. Morgan and Gideon's theirs were rock solid, azure blues of confidence, emerald greens of faith and there was a weird tinge of color in Morgan's that Reid was reluctant to label.

Having passed the hard part Reid was unexpectedly calm now. "Laurel said that she's been suspicious about several deaths in the area recently, but this last one was on campus giving her the ability to request intervention. The local police have been ruling the deaths as accidents, she believes that they've been killed by a teek—telekinetic. If it's true it would be hard to detect. A true teek could easily stop a person's heart, or cause a stroke. The evidence of this being not natural disappears just like he does. Only someone sensitive could pick up on what he'd done, and only within about three days. After that the soul is sure to have moved on and any energy that's been disturbed is gone. Laurel isn't actually expecting the whole team. She called me because my skill of aura reading is steady, not staggered like most gifts and is uniquely adapted to seeing if someone has been messed with psychically. She will brief us on the suspected victims when we get there.