A few hours of desk work and out of place joking with Morgan and Emily passed before we were called for a jet briefing. Hotch had walked through with JJ close behind him as he told us to be ready and on the jet in ten. We all shared glances with each other before jumping up and walking out of the building with our bags on our shoulders. There was probably a time when thinking of jets meant fantasies of fame or fortune instead of the sleepless nights - which seemed to over stay their welcome - that we spent calculating the next move of a rouge soul. Though if you offered me all of the fame and fortune in the world - I'd still choose this any day of the week.
I took my seat on the jet; Spencer sat next to me as the rest filed in. I laid my head against the head rest of my seat and glanced out the window. Since joining the team I had become easier with flying. Not that you would catch me flying off to somewhere just for kicks, but I was able to fly without clawing at the arm rests.
The jet shook a bit as it took off, once we were in the air Hotch spoke up, "Twelve bodies have been discovered over the past two weeks in Chicago." He was looking down at his tablet that Garcia had provided the team, sliding through the case details. The rest of the team's tablets lit up with information Hotch had just shared with us.
"Twelve? Why weren't we contacted sooner?" I asked as we scrolled through the file.
"Ten of the bodies were found yesterday, in the same condition of the first two, all in a recently closed meat packing company. The owners hadn't gotten around to shutting off the electricity yet. They were found by a group of teenagers trespassing on the property looking for a place to get high. When the bodies were able to get a proper autopsy, their times of death had all been placed in a two week perimeter." I scrolled through the victim's identification pictures and crime scene photos as Hotch offered details of the case.
"Where were the first two found?" Spencer asked.
"One under a bridged highway, the other in an alleyway; both found before the others." Hotch answered.
My face twisted in disgust, not from what I was seeing in the crime scene photos, but for the fact that at some point the unsub decided he actually needed the bodies for something. "The locals were able to find a suspect, Collin Marcell, who was the only connection between all of them."
"If they already have a suspect, why do they need us?" Morgan asked looking up from his tablet.
"They can't find him. They're hoping we can come in and look at everything to try and find out where he's been and where he's going next. When we land, JJ handle the press; Prentiss, Morgan and Embreonna I want you to go to his house see what you can find that they couldn't; Rossi and Reid, head over to the crime scenes, I'll join you after talking with the chief of police." Hotch excused himself as he dialed a number into his phone.
"What are the chances that this guy will just…walk into the police station and turn himself in?" I asked in high hopes that it was a prediction into the near future.
"Do you really want to know?" Spencer asked looking over to me then back down to the tablet.
"No she doesn't." Prentiss laughed.
I smiled and looked forward at her, "What makes you think I don't?" I chuckled with her.
"Let's just have a few moments in bliss before we have to actually know the statistics of this killer." She answered letting her tablet drift into sleep mode.
"It could be worse." I implied, something dastardly forming in my mind.
Morgan and JJ looked back and forth to each of us as we spoke. Grinning and looked to each other, knowing not to jump in the middle of it.
"Could it?" Rossi asked, that twinkle in his eyes sparkled as he spoke.
I smiled suspiciously like a child who was up to something and looked over to Spencer. He caught my glance and gave me a small wicked grin of his own. He knew I was about to set him up for something, "Hey Spencer," I said a little loudly for them all to hear.
"Yes, Embreonna?" He answered me with a smile turning his head to face me. It almost sounded like we were staring in one of those old cheesy school movies about drinking and driving in the seventies.
"What's the highest digit you can count to in Pi?" I asked with a shit eating grin on my face.
Everyone groaned a little dramatically, Spencer was trying not to laugh, "Spencer its fine, we don't really need to know…" Morgan tried to stop the madness before it began.
Spencer ignored him, "That's so nice of you to ask Em; 3.1415926535..." I laughed loudly as the rest of the team, aside from Hotch who was still on the phone, groaned and tried to hide smiles as he rattled off every number of Pi he knew. They knew he would go on until we landed and parted was, just to make everyone comically miserable. I couldn't contain my laughter that had died down to a chuckle. It was easier on me because I was the one who set him up for it.
Spencer and I locked gazes again; we were both smiling at the situation. I lightly tapped his foot with mine. He returned the gesture before looking back to the others to enjoy the looks on their faces as he continued.
"Come on pretty boy, you're slowly killing us!" Morgan laughed.
"Slowly," I repeated his word with a smile that didn't seem to want to leave, "That won't do, Spencer, talk faster." They groaned louder as Spencer obliged to my request.
I couldn't help but to laugh harder as the rest of the team started crumpling up paper into balls and throwing them at me and Spencer in protest, but he and I have got to find a way to be comfortable somehow and this was only a small step.
Sorry this took a bit, but now I have a better idea of what I'm doing. :) Thank you so much for the comments. And welcome to anyone who is new to reading this. :) I hope you will continue to review as the story goes on. It helps when I know what everyone is thinking about what's happening.
