Spoliers: Season 1: "Somebody's Watching", Season 2: "Legacy"

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Spencer Reid would have been annoyed if this case was somewhere out of state. Having it only twenty minutes away meant that he could stay at home at night, work at his own desk, keep his duffle bag in the car. Out of habit and near requirement for the job, Reid kept a duffle bag packed at all times in the trunk of his car. He had just changed the clothes in it. He was glad he didn't need it this time. Reid figured the only reason Hotch had given them ten minutes was to get to the Bureau provided, standard issue, black SUVs. Reid grabbed his messenger bag from his chair, poured the coffee down the sink and headed towards the door. Prentiss was right behind him.

The team reached the SUVs and climbed in, Hotch, Gideon and JJ in one, with Hotch driving; Morgan driving the second with Prentiss riding shotgun and Reid in the backseat. Reid was quiet on the drive. In his mind, he kept replaying the previous night. Had his teammates been mind readers they would have been mighty surprised. Reid was never one to get the ladies. That was always Morgan's job. It had been quite nice to be hit on earlier that year, though, even if it was by prostitutes. He wasn't quite sure if they were attracted to him because he was cute or because he wasn't in the suit. He had been tracking an unsub with Hotch at the time. Boy, would Morgan do a number on him if he knew that young genius Reid had a girlfriend. He had contemplated a relationship with actress Lila Archer, but Morgan was right. It was going to be too much work. But now, he had found someone in his own state, let alone his own city, that he was attracted to.

The two FBI issue vehicles pulled up in front of the Prince William County Police Department Eastern District Station. They climbed out of the vehicles and headed inside. They didn't get that far before they were met by Detective Jim Sheridan. He shook hands with Hotchner, Gideon and JJ. He then led them to the center of command for this investigation. Spencer ignored all the niceties and politics that went with working for the FBI. He was lost in his own mind. The rest of the team ignored him. They probably thought he was contemplating the poem or something else with the case. But that was true. Instead, Reid was contemplating his personal life. He knew he shouldn't be doing it now. He had a case to work, but he wondered if he had a moment if he would stop in and see her. He knew she lived here in Woodbridge.

Reid looked around. The team had been expecting him to say something. They were all staring at him. Reid shook himself slightly. "Sorry. Thinking about the poem."

"What type of person are we looking for? Some literature professor?" Morgan asked.

"No," Reid replied. "Anyone with an Internet connection could have pulled that poem up."

"So what do we know?" Gideon asked.

"Both victims were in their twenties, both male. Possible rapists," Prentiss told the group.

Hotch looked at JJ. "Let's hold off on any press coverage. This could be what this guy is after."

JJ nodded and left. Hotchner then turned on Prentiss and Reid. "Prentiss, work victimology with Reid. Get Garcia digging into these guys' pasts. See if there's anything there."

Reid straightened up in his chair. "Since seventy-three percent of victims know their rapist, if these guys were rapists, it was probably someone they knew."

"Good," Hotch replied. "Morgan, Gideon, and I will take the latest scene."