The flicker was gone. Reid thought he had seen something. Maybe he was mistaken.
"Thank you for your time," Morgan said and got up. He knew Reid was going for a connection, but he hadn't gotten anywhere. Reid followed suit and Sara led them to the door. As they walked out, and headed down the hallway, Morgan finally broke the silence that had fallen between them. "Did that seem a little weird to you?"
"Weird, how?" Reid asked, following Morgan out the front door of the apartment building.
"The fact that she dropped the charges."
Reid shook his head. "Not really. Most rape cases, if they do go to trial, do end up being a he-said she-said thing. The victim tells her side of the story, how she didn't want anything and he gets up there and tells his side, that she wanted him. Of the thirty-nine percent of rapes that are reported, there's only a sixteen point three percent chance that the rapist will end up in prison."
The two agents had reached the vehicle by now. "I sure hope Hotch and Gideon found something of use at the crime scene."
Once they got inside the car and headed back to the police station, Morgan started in on what they had so far of a profile. Reid tried to be polite and listen, but he was bored. Normally this was the time of the case he was most interested in, right before they had a profile, right before they had a suspect. But now, he was bored. He didn't want to think about the case. He just wanted to go back to Sara's and hug her. He could tell that they had brought up a sensitive subject. Not to mention the fact that she had refused to look at him while she was talking about it. It was understandable that she wouldn't look at him in general; afraid she might give something away. But when she was talking about the rape, she stared blankly at the floor. He knew she had recounted what had happened numerous of times to several different people and she had probably developed a way for her to talk about it so it didn't hurt anymore. He also knew she had to be rather surprised that they were bringing it up. It had been a whole year since it had happened.
They pulled up at the station and both headed inside. Prentiss was waiting for them in the conference room with JJ.
"I can't nail down a geographic profile," she told the two men. "They are in three different locations in the city."
Reid scrutinized her map, while JJ continued. "As for victimology, there's nothing. Justin Greene worked up on the Hill, Donald Went was a trash collector, and Patrick Shaw was a day trader. The only one that has anything connecting him to rape is Patrick Shaw and that didn't even go past the arrest."
"Reid struck out too," Morgan said. "The girl dropped the charges because there wasn't enough evidence, and then Reid went digging for a connection. Nothing."
"There has to be a pattern," Reid mumbled to himself as he moved over to another bulletin board with pictures of the victims and what they knew about them.