I woke up the next morning to my phone ringing. I opened my eyes and reached out for it, "Hello?" My voice rasped as I tried to blink away the morning sun that was coming through the window.

"Hey, it's Hotch. I need you and Reid to go to the companies to pick up the appointment books. As soon as we get a hold of him that is…" Hotch's voice sounded from the other end of the line.

I smiled raising an eyebrow, "Uh," I started and looked beside me in the bed, "I'll get a hold of him. I think I know where he is."

"Alright. When you get the books bring them back to the station." Hotch replied.

"We're on it." I replied before hanging up.

I yawned and tossed my phone to the end of the bed, "Spencer." I said loudly trying to wake him.

We must have the night before we had fallen asleep doing nothing but talking most of the night. I was kind of embarrassed that I Hotch had to wake me up. I was usually already up and going.

"Spencer." I said a little louder than before.

I sighed heavily when he didn't move. I grabbed a pillow, got out of bed, and walked around the other side.

"Spencer!" I repeated myself one last time giving him a final chance to wake up before meeting his doom, "I didn't want to have to so this…" I mumbled lifting the pillow above my head.

SPENCER'S POV

I had been awake, I heard her calling my name to get me awake, I had been awake since her conversation on the phone, and I have an IQ 180. So I'm smart enough to figure what she was planning on doing.

"What do you think you're going to do with that?" I asked opening my eyes and looking to her.

Embreonna stood there, completely busted. With a pillow over her head, eyes wide and mouth slightly open, "Uh, nothing." She replied with just about the most suspicious thing anybody could say as she lowered the pillow, "I was just…fluffing it…for you." She finished as she started to fluff the pillow, slowly shifting her eyes back and forth.

"So you weren't going to hit me with that pillow?" I asked raising an eyebrow as I sat up.

"All fluffed!" She exclaimed with a smile as the pillow made contact with my face.

I flew back to the pillow I had been sleeping on as a smile slowly found its way to my lips. I could hear Embreonna bursting out with laughter as she fell to the floor, clutching at her sides.

"I knew you were going to do that…and I STILL didn't see that coming." I lightly laughed as I sat back up.

"Well, go back to your room and change your clothes. Hotch wants us to go back to the offices of the victims to get their appointment books." Embreonna said as she got off of the floor as she tried to regain her composure.

"Alright, I'll meet you at the car." I said while getting up to go to my room.

"Hey, Spencer!" Embreonna caught my attention as I got to the door.

"Yeah?" I turned to face her.

"Was that pillow fluffed enough?" She asked as another smile broke out across her face.

All I could bring myself to do was smile and shake my head as I walked out of her room and back to mine. It didn't take me long to change and I was at the car in no time. This gave me some time alone with my thoughts.

There weren't going to be anymore awkward moments between Embreonna and I. Though I didn't mean to, staying and talking with her in her room all night we got to put the case aside and focus on us.

Us? What us?

"Alright, let's catch us a killer." Embreonna said walking out to the parking lot.

EMBREONNA'S POV

We had picked up all of the appointment books and were on our way back to the station.

"So why did we need to pick up the appointment books?" I asked confused as I set them in the back seat.

"Well, last night before I came to your room I was working on the case. And I noticed two things, the cooling off period and the unsub is using men for a substitute for his father." Spencer replied.

"What's that have to do with the appointment books?" I asked still a little confused.

"The unsub erased the security tapes for that day, the appointment books are our only way of knowing who was in his office that day."

"I'm still not making the connection between that and the two things you noticed." I laughed lightly.

He laughed, "I'll explain better once we all regroup today." Spencer replied as he parked the car in the parking lot of the station.


"The unsub has a random cooling off period. What if…it's because he makes appointments to meet with the victims before he kills them?" Spencer suggested in the form of a question.

Now…it made sense.

"That way he can get a look at the personal planners when they aren't looking…" I said to mainly myself after the realization came to me.

"And who I'm guessing also look like his father." Spencer finished my sentence.

"So the unsub was most likely abused as a child." Printess said as well all jumped aboard the Spencer wagon.

Morgan pulled out his phone. He put it on speaker while he called, who I believed to be, Garcia.

"Talk to me." Her voice sounded from the other end line.

"Garcia, pull up a list of names of fathers in this area who went to jail or prison for child abuse about twenty-five to thirty years ago." Morgan said.

"Got it." Garcia replied.

"Now narrow that down to people who look like our victims." Spencer called out.

"There is exactly one person who matches. Randal Collaway, went away for not only beating but branding his son…" Garcia said trailing off.

"Do we have a name for the son?" Hotch asked.

"Allan Collaway, and I just sent his address to your phone." Garcia replied.


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