Garcia's POV
I'm sitting on my couch watching cake wars, when my cellphone rings. I check the time, and the caller ID, then pick up the phone.
"Hi there, boy genius. I'm guessing this isn't a business call?" I say, wondering why Reid would call me, of all people.
"Hey Garcia...Could, could you do me a favour?" Reid asks hesitantly.
"It depends my friend, what would that favour be?" I reply. My attention has been caught. What could I possibly do for the genius, that he couldn't do himself? I'm curious.
"I met a girl today-" He begins, but I cut him off.
"Ooh, a girl! Has Reid acquired a new lady friend?" I ask playfully.
I hear Reid clear his throat, and then he continues to speak. "Her name is Anne...I think she's around my age give or take four or five years. Erm, she worked as a journalist. Her hairs black, shoulder length, and her eyes are grey...That's all I know really. I need you to find everything you can about her." He says, and he sounds serious. How does he expect me to do that.
I put that info through my system, but that's a long shot. I sigh. "There are going to be hundreds, if not thousands of girls in the area that fit that description." I say, not wanting him to get his hopes up. "So..How did you meet her?" I ask nosily, trying to break the ice.
"I have to go." Reid chirps, and abruptly hangs up.
Okay. I guess I'll start searching for the mystery girl then...
Reid's POV
What on earth is wrong with me? Why am I so interested in this woman. I can't stop thinking about her. I have so many questions, and no answers. Part of me wishes she had stayed, but part of me is utterly intimidated by her, and wants to stay as far away from her as possible, despite her sweet demeanour and mannerisms. She's somewhat of a mystery. I mean, I've never been this confused before.
UnSub's POV
As soon as I get home, I change my clothes. I walk to the kitchen and retrieve a knife. It's blade is extremely sharp, and rather long. I tuck it into the waist band of my black tracksuit bottoms, and put on a thin jacket. I zip it up, and make sure the knife is completely concealed. I leave the house, quietly locking the door behind me, and then start walking.
Half an hour later, in standing outside the house. I check my phone for the time, and get frustrated...It's too early to do this now. I'll have to wait around the neighbourhood for while, but that's okay. I'll take the time to scope out the best escape route on foot. After this, I have to run, this is only the beginning. One man down, more to go.
Step three, in progress...