All of our work had led us to a man who worked at the learning center. We had made it to his apartment, and had him in custody, but still hadn't found Tommy; we didn't have much time to spare either. Something about Rossi and I were clicking on this case; Hotch had noticed and sent us back to the station to question the suspect. Rossi had first shift with him, I was observing behind the glass, paying attention to everything that Mr. Angelo was saying and how he was saying it.

"What I would give to be Spencer right now..." I muttered crossing my arms over my chest.

I sighed, that's the last thing my mind needed to be on at the moment. When I had told Spencer that it was time for us to talk, I thought I would've had something to say. The case was drawing close to an end and I hadn't the slightest idea. I swallowed hard; it would have to wait until later. THIS needed my focus NOW.

I caught it, right on time, Mr. Angelo shifted in his chair to the sound of another man's name. It was hardly anything, but it was enough to at least check. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and called Garcia.

"The Magnificent Penelope G, at your service."

"Garcia it's me, I need anything you can find on a man named Levi Tyler." I said while keeping focus on the interrogation.

"Got it, if he sat on a park bench, you'll know it." She replied, I heard the keys of her keyboard clicking in the background before suddenly stopping, "So…how's Reid?" She asked. I could picture her smiling playfully.

"Bye, Garcia." I laughed.

"We're going to talk about this!" She was able to shout before I hung up.

I would probably get an earful later for hanging up on her, but what did she want me to say? Oh Spencer? He's great, we've been making out all day, and he's been reading psychology books to me as we cuddle by a fire place. She may be expecting too much too soon.

"Need a pair of fresh eyes?" Morgan asked as he walked in, closing the door behind him.

"That'd be great. I have Garcia finding what she can on a Levi Tyler." I informed him as he took a spot next to me.

I could feel the air thicken around Morgan and I; my profiler senses were tingling. There wouldn't be an end to this until I spoke with Spencer, but that wouldn't stop the tension from building as the seconds passed. I had two options though, deal with it or…

"Go ahead…" I sighed as I turned to face him. The interrogation was being recorded and I would rather Morgan do this now than in front of Hotch.

Morgan turned to face me; he moved his arms from crossed over his chest to a hand on each hip. His face was neutral as he looked down to me; he took a deep breath in before a pearly smile broke out across his lips, "Reid and Embreonna sittin' in a tree, -"

"Oh my God," I laughed burying my face in my hands. He's a child, I swear.

He matched my laugh, "And this time I can sing it and mean it."

"This time?" I asked turning my body back to the questioning, but my face still looking to Morgan, "You've sang it before?"

"Once…" His smile still lit up his face.

"Freak…" I smiled.

He let out a short but loud laugh and we both put our focus back on the case. If I was getting this much grief over it, I could only imagine what Spencer was putting up with.

After a heated back and forth with Rossi, Mr. Angelo demanded his lawyer. I instantly switched out the tapes from the recorder and reviewed the interrogation, hoping I didn't miss something important while shortly talking to Morgan. It wasn't long before Rossi joined us.

"He didn't get fired up until I mentioned that we thought there was a partner." He closed the door behind him.

"So there is one and it could well be Levi Tyler." I said hitting play on the remote.

It wasn't even five minutes into the recording of the interrogation that my phone rang; I paused the video and dug my phone back out of my pocket, "Hey, Garcia." I answered it and put it on speaker.

"You hung up on me. That will not be over looked." She greeted me back.

I shook my head slowly with a smile creeping its way to my lips, "What do you got, baby girl?" Morgan asked with a light laugh.

"If you were looking for a partner for the hunt, I believe we've found one." Garcia began.

As it turns out, Levi had done time in prison for indecent exposure to a minor and for sexual-harassment of a co-worker before he moved to this town. So it was only a matter of time before he slipped up again. He also worked at the learning center where Tommy attended.

"Which makes me wonder about the other adults who work there; how do you not know your employees of a learning center for children are child molesters?" She asked, the clicking of her keyboard fell silent. She was looking for an answer.

"Shotty background checks, maybe?" Morgan suggested.

"Or extremely lenient ones; Garcia, how much are they being paid?" Rossi asked.

Garcia went back to her keys and sighed before answering, "They both volunteer."

The owner gets people who work for free, and they get a pick of virtually any kid they wanted. This whole thing just got even sicker and more complicated. It could very well turn into something that was going to be considered a shame of this town. Every adult who worked there would have to be investigated, every child questioned, if they would even talk about it.

"Thanks, Garcia." I spoke.

"You're still in trouble." She called out before she hung up.

Trying to fight a smile I shoved my phone in my pocket and looked to the members of my team, "We need to go and we need to go now." I said.

"I'll call Hotch." Rossi said as we walked out.

The team and I were able to find Levi Tyler and Tommy before they were able to get away. Levi was scared so far out of his mind that he could stop talking. I guess he thought admitting to everything and giving us all the information he could would get him off on a reduced sentence. I guess he never noticed that we never offered a deal. He was forced into the back of a police car, still talking about how it was all his partners' plan, as the learning centers C.E.O were brought in for questioning.

It was easy to see the fear in Levi's eyes. He knew what he was. He knew where he was going. He knew what prisoners did to people of his kind. Nothing was looking up for him or Mr. Angelo.

The jet ride home was a quiet one. We were all doing our own thing. I personally chose, 'inwardly panicking about talking to Spencer'. It was a fine choice and suited me well. It would have been easier if it wasn't such a high pressure situation, with everyone knowing about it, it was almost like Spencer and I were putting on a show with no script.

We walked into the bull pen; it was night fall and I'm sure the others were anxious to get home. I had just reached my desk and set my bag down when I felt a very bubbly presence next to me. I slowly looked over my shoulder to find a grinning Garcia, basically bouncing on her feet.

"Well?" She asked. Her voice was soft but bursting with excitement.

"Can I at least put my things away? Please tell me I can at least put my things away." I said as I opened a desk drawer and began to put some things away.

"You hung up on me, you owe me something." She crossed her arms over her chest, her bracelets awkwardly sitting on her wrists.

I sighed as I turned to face her, becoming very aware of how tired I actually was, "I don't know what you expect me to say. We've been on a case all day and it was a quiet flight home." I told her as I finished at my desk.

She caught my arm as I began to walk away, "You mean there's nothing you can tell me?" She peered at me from over her glasses.

I sighed again and nudged her back a few steps, the less people involved in what I was about to tell her the better. Once I thought we were a safe distance from the others–

"We're going out for coffee as soon as we finish getting our things." I said still whispering.

"Like a date?" She smiled wide.

"Not exactly, I told him it was time for us to talk."

"Oh, Bre. Don't break his heart." She pleaded. Her hands folded over her heart.

What's with the nicknames lately?

I'm not sure what it was with the team and thinking only bad things came to Spencer, but breaking his heart was the furthest thing from my mind. I was hoping he at least felt the same as I have been feeling these past few weeks.

"After this morning, you really think I'm going to do that?" I asked before slowly turning around and taking my leave.

I left her in a bubbly, stammering mess. To give her a little benefit of the doubt, when you have a job like ours it was easy to look over the small happy things when you're drowning in all the dark things we see. I pulled the strap of my messenger bag over my head and it rested on my shoulder.

Spender waited for me by the entrance doors. His eyes locked on the floor and his brows furrowed. If I knew any better I would have sworn I hear the gears turning in his head. When my feet broke his gaze to the floor, he glanced up and smiled weakly, "Ready?" I asked.

"Yeah, anywhere you wanna go?" He asked as we walked through the glass doors.

Anywhere away from the profiling vultures…

"Drivers choice," I replied as I tossed him the keys to my car.


So this is kind of a longer chapter. Would have been even longer if I wasn't stuck on this part. I have no clue how to write the next part. Hopefully, I'll figure it out and have it up soon. Review please?