Ch.3

"Morgan, you and Prentiss go to first victim's place of death, I want to make sure we didn't miss anything," Hotch ordered.

"Yes, sir," Morgan answered as he and Prentiss went to the SUV.

….

"Hey, Morgan?" Prentiss began during the ride.

"Yeah?"

"You met our genius's friends…"

"Yeah, they're close. They know a side of him I doubt we will ever see for ourselves." Morgan answered the unasked question bitterly, wondering why Reid had acted so out of character for them.

"Oh," Prentiss said surprised by the emotion in the answer.

"I think it's around here," Morgan finally said after a long period of silence.

They walked into what seemed to be deserted part of the city's alleyways. It was so stereotypical beside the littleness of people. 'It's most likely alive during the night,' Morgan thought to himself.

Peering around the corner where the body of Scarlet Sage once held was a small figure crouched over weeping. The person wore a black leather coat that Morgan could have sworn he's seen before. The person also wore a hat that covered up the hair so the profilers couldn't tell if it was long short or what. Only thing they knew was that it was dark.

Most likely for the profilers benefit the person cried in a horsed well disguised voice, "Shit off," threw a beer can at them, they latter found had no DNA or finger prints, and took off in a mad dash. As soon as the message was sent to Morgan's legs he was off only to see her turn into a corner full of people. Still not letting the offender go that easily he kept running till he found it pointless to continue. None of the people in the area who dared to talk knew anything helpful.

"Great," Morgan heavily breathed as he walked back to the SUV to find Prentiss waiting for him, also out of breath.

Going back to the scene of the crime they found nothing else worth reporting or well anything for that matter. The only thing out of the ordinary was some yellow powder they couldn't identify.

Deciding it was time to go back to base and have lunch the did just that.

…..

I didn't know how far I ran, where I was going, or how long I hid in a trash can, but I did know that running was the only option without raising suspicion against the boys and I need a shower. There was no way I was facing him without taking a shower first.

"Damn it," I allowed myself to say out loud, loving the laid back of speech this round had. Though if anyone knew what I did they wouldn't be surprised for I could feel the vampires stirring from their slumber. I felt their desire to feed as it bleed into me.

Something was wrong with Scar's death though and I was determined to find out what. But first I was determined to get home and get this retched smell off me. Good heavens! How much father is that bloody motel?

….

"Hey, Sam, how's life?" Spence asked as Sam approached him, then took a sip of his coffee as he waited for an answer.

"Things don't ever seem to slow down." Was his answer. "Does it ever slow down for you?"

"No, not really. There will always be cases, no matter what's going on in the world, and I doubt human nature is going to change that anytime soon." Spence answered apologetically and sipped his coffee once more.

"Yeah, well the world of the supernatural is the same way. There's always something somewhere to hunt." Sam sighed.

"That's true. Even the end of the world didn't do that much to change mankind."

"Don't remind me." Sam told Spence as memories played in his head of the apocalypse.

"By the way, Sam, what happened to getting out of the hunt?" Spence finally gathered the courage to ask since he saw Sam's picture in most wanted, then he sipped his coffee.

"We can't ever leave. Not really. They wont let us." Sam's breathing got heavy as memories of Jess began as well as other fond memories of Stanford.

"Well I agree with you there. sip Don't think I could ever willing leave the BAU." Spence agreed.

"Any how, how about we stop before this place sees two grown men cry, what did you find?" Sam asked change topics outside of himself.

"It's the work of vampires. The stressor was around the killing of Scarlet Sage," Reid concluded. "Most likely a hunter due to her credit records," he added.

"Where's the partner then. Most hunters travel in pairs." Sam asked.

"Well the majority of the phone calls was between two disposables, so maybe there's two of them."

Looking at his watch, Sam told Spence he was going to meet up with Dean back in the motel if he had time. Then a few jokes about Spence's car latter the two boys were on the subway.

The subway was unusually busy for that time of day but not crowded.

"You know last time I used one of these I was hunting a ghost," Sam randomly told Spence which was over heard by a woman who stared at the two of them as she rushed off.

Spence's apartment wasn't far from the subway, which, of course by a coffee shop. And just a little ways off was the motel.

They laughed about the good old days and about the "you should have been theres." They laughed so hard and so long they took the long way around the block then went around the block and it still felt too short of a walk. They also went to go get another coffee for Spence, an extra large.

Both of them told stories that they never told anybody else before, not even Morgan and the rest of the team, not even Dean.

The motel was a ordinary place that just looked like all of the others. The walls were plain and the paint old. The place had a smell that just kept you guessing and need a fixer upper. Both Spence and Sam agreed that the place needed a woman's touch. That or at least a cleaner.

When they reached the hallway they found Dean with a fast food bag beside him and a fist full of French Fries in his mouth next to the motel room.

Swallowing he said, "She's in the shower so wwe can't go in and see her 'indecent.'" Dean said with finger quotes.

"She's back?" Sam asked

"Yep and it's land of the post-it notes in there." Dean laughed.

"Hey, you can't prove a thing," Nicki said as soon as the door swigged open.

She was dressed in her usual outfit, a leather biker jacket open to a blouse which was mostly open too, and a red tank top. Her worn jeans just a little lose was held up by a black belt. Her hair was held back in a tight pony tail that was braided to show off her bight blue and red highlights, and was still damp looking. "Sorry boys, thought you wouldn't be back for a while so I used up the hot water while I could." She apologized

"It's fine," Sam replied.

"So how's your friend?" Spence asked.

"Not good, The docs at the hospital are all idiots. They don't got a clue what's wrong with him." She complained in her English accent slipping through clearly.

"Didn't mention he was in the hospital." Dean stated bluntly.

"Well he's also a hunter if that helps. He's been working on another case in the area that I think may be connected so I'm going back now okay?" She asked with her accent really slipping now.

"Sure see you latter, about 8ish?" Sam answered

"Sure yeah, I'll be there," She answered back as she ran out the door.

"Well now, she's in quite a rush," Dean commented

"Yeah, well I'll see you at 8 then," Spence said as he left.

After a quick discussion between the brothers they went to the scenes of the crimes.

….

"Hey Reid," Morgan greeted as Spencer entered the BAU, "Where have you been ditching my calls?"

Shit was all Spencer could think as him mind went blank

Well that's it

Got to go now

School tomorrow

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