One again, I own nothing. It was just an idea I had….

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The Bullpen was buzzing with the usual activity, save for three figures standing in the round table room, clearly stressed and agitated.

Morgan was glowering, fists clenching and unclenching as he paced. It was apparent in his body language that he wanted to hit something, but was clearly unable to do so. Emily Prentiss was sitting in one of the high backed black leather chairs in the room, her feet tapping against the carpet in a tense way, the fingers of one hand picking incessantly at the fingernails of the other. On the other side of the room, JJ was on the phone, apparently talking to her boyfriend Will in hushed, worried tones.

Down the hall, David Rossi and Aaron Hotchner were going over case files, looking for someone, anyone, who may have had a grudge against the team, someone who had recently been released from prison, or a family member who had sworn revenge. But it appeared that their ideas were about to run dry….

….

Niko Zissou looked as though he could have easily been Reid's cousin. He was tall and thin, but his hair was an unruly mass of tight, almost dreadlock-like curls. He was thinner than Reid, and paler in complexion. And he wore a t-shirt, something that Reid had probably never worn, except when he was in his first few months in the BAU.

His eyes scanned the video feed from the tunnel, watching in slow motion as the train approached the turn into the platform before dramatically falling on its side, the engine bursting into flames. Next to him, Penelope Garcia and Kevin Lynch studied video from cameras inside the train and from outside the station, Garcia moving her fingers as quickly as possible to find an angle she could work with.

"Umm," Niko said suddenly, glancing at his screen; he'd seen a figure appear on his feed, walking through the debris made by the train. "E-excuse me, Miss Garcia, but I think I see someone on the feed; he's walking toward someone lying on the ground."

"Where?" Garcia was already straightened up in front of her computer, fingers poised for action.

"Umm… it looks like he was sitting before the train crashed… Third row…." Niko's fingers moved a bit on the keyboard, and zoomed in on the figure. "I think… Is that a cup of coffee in his hands?"

"Third row… cup of coffee…" Garcia was already all over it, fingers dancing over the keys in a mad foxtrot. "…Oh, there you are, my beautiful boy genius!" she cooed, zooming in on the figure as he took a drink of coffee. "Now… Let's see what happened…OH!" She gasped as the train's camera showed the train falling on its side, and Reid rolling from his seat and onto the window.

"What about the person approaching the train after the accident?" Kevin asked.

"Gimmie a sec, Kev," Niko answered, typing a code to lighten the figure on the camera. "Umm… He's about 5'10, wearing an unzippered zip-up, a polo, jeans, and high-top Converse. He has a needle, which he…" Niko paused as he watched the video unfold, Garcia coming up behind him.

"Injects into… I am SO going to nail this bastard," Garcia hissed. "No one does that. No one!" Kevin backed away, and made a note to never get on Garcia's bad side.

"He picks up Dr. Reid, and drags him to the platform, pauses, exits the platform, goes up the stairs…" Kevin said, watching as the events he just described unfold in front of the camera images before him.

"Look up, you skeevy jerkface," Garcia whined. "Look up at the camera and smile for the birdie named Penelope I'm-Gonna-Gut-You-Gutless Garcia…"

"I have an image!" Niko crowed, zooming in on the UnSub as he made his way off the train into the shadows by the platform. "He looked at the camera on the ceiling of the train; I got him!" He turned to Garcia, who was staring at the screen in part horror, part surprise. "Want me to run it, see if we get a hit?"

"No need," Penelope said. "I-I know who that is…"

"You sure?" Kevin asked. Garcia nodded.

"I'd remember him anywhere. That's Nathan Harris."

….

"Garcia's got a name!" Hotch stated as he and Rossi came into the round table room, the three tech analysts following behind him. "Nathan Harris." His face showed no emotion.

The room was in an immediate uproar at this news. JJ said, "let me call you back," and closed her phone. Prentiss stopped tapping her feet and looked up at her boss, her mouth open in surprise. Morgan cursed and punched the wall in fury. Only Rossi was confused.

"Who's Nathan Harris?"

"A few years ago we had a case where prostitutes were being killed and their hair was being chopped off. Nathan approached Reid in the subway, asking about the case. We profiled Nathan and the UnSub, and arrested the UnSub. Nathan was supposed to be sent to a hospital, but almost committed suicide." Morgan began.

"We profiled Nathan as homicidal with sexual sadist tendencies, and suggested he be hospitalized." Hotch continued. "But after his near-suicide, he was put in a clinic for teens until he turned 17, when he was moved to the hospital his mother had chosen for him."

"The records show that Nathan signed out, and opted to become an outpatient on his nineteenth birthday," Garcia continued as Niko laid out the files in question. "He now lives in Downtown DC, near Capital Hill, and attends a community college in the area."

"In the neighborhood where the original murders took place." Hotch finished. "Were you able to find anything else?"

"So glad you asked, Boss Man," Garcia crowed. "There was a Richard Thorne who was checked out the same day as Nathan Harris; they were roommates during Nathan's last three months as an inpatient, and they both live in the same apartment in DC. And I even have Thorne's most recent eval at your disclosure." Garcia produced a few pieces of paper for the team, handing them to each profiler, and to her fellow tech-savvy partners.

"'Patient shows increased aggression, may have increased possibility to lash out in near future.'" Prentiss recited, shaking her head. "It looks like something happened to Thorne recently to make him angry."

"'Thorne currently living with fellow patient and apparent friend Nathan Harris,'" Morgan read off. "'Harris has tendency to speak of the Federal Agents who helped him with respect, especially a Dr. Spencer Reid. Thorne appears to not be comfortable with subject of Agent Reid.'"

"Not comfortable, my foot!" Rossi cried. "Listen to this: 'Harris admitted to coming home one evening to find a thesis paper, notes and sources ripped to shreds and scattered across the apartment.' One of the sources was a paper written by Reid."

"I think we may have a suspect," Hotch stepped up, taking control. "Garcia, I want you, Kevin and Niko to look into Thorne's background, see if he has any connections to cases we've worked since Reid joined the team. Prentiss, JJ, I want you to find Thorne's doctors and retrieve their files on him. Get a warrant if necessary. JJ, when you and Prentiss get back, I want you to set up a press conference as soon as possible. Morgan, you're coming with me and Rossi to check out Thorne's apartment; I don't think Nathan knows about Thorne's feelings toward Reid, so there's a chance that Reid and Nathan are there. Time is of the essence."

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A/N: This should be interesting….

I'll give you all a nice big helping of Reid and Nathan next chapter; betcha can't wait for that!

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