"Okay, Baby Girl, what can you tell me about Gary Mueller?" Morgan had found an isolated corner in the lobby of the community center and was talking with the computer tech.
"Well, the bad news is that there really isn't any bad news," Garcia replied. "From everything I can find, he is really just a nice guy. He's lived in that area most of his life. Graduated from high school with good grades, graduated from college with good grades, and passed his state pharmacist licensing exam on the first try. No criminal record that I can find – Not even a parking ticket. However, he does still live with his mother in the house he grew up in, drives a really boring sedan, and doesn't seem to have much of a social life."
"A mamma's boy?" Morgan guessed.
"Your guess is as good as mine," Garcia sounded depressed. "And, as of right now, that's the only possible edge our resident genius has over him."
"Where is he now?" Morgan asked idly.
"Well, let me check whether his cell phone is turned on and pinging." Morgan could hear the keyboard being attacked.
"It appears that he is at the pharmacy," was the initial report. "However, there may be some movement. Let me watch for a minute or two and then get back to you."
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In the community center conference room the BAU team was busy packing up their records in preparation to leaving. Throughout the room, various officers from the state police and the sheriff's department were gathered, reviewing the case, comparing notes, and saying 'Good-by' to the agents.
Emma was helping dismantle the evidence boards when she again felt someone standing behind her. This time she was prepared.
"Spencer?" she asked without turning around.
"Your hair still smells wonderful," was the response from behind her.
"And, you are still using that body wash I got you," she replied, as she turned around and looked up at him.
"I ran out," Reid confessed. "And I had to get Garcia to help me find some more. It took her a while but she finally located it at – "
"That little boutique down in the village," Emma finished. "I spent hours that day going through shops looking for something that reminded me of you."
"It reminds me of you," Reid told her softly as he moved even closer.
"Something's changed," Emma observed. "Spencer, what happened?"
"Maeve's mother died," was the sad revelation.
"Oh, Spencer, I am so sorry!" Emma exclaimed. "I never met her but I read some of the articles she published and she was a brilliant researcher. And, I know you spent a lot of time with her and Mr. Donovan."
"I went to the funeral," Reid continued. "And, afterwards, at the wake, I spoke with Maeve's father. He told me that it was time for me to move on with my life. That that is what Maeve would have wanted."
"Well, he would know," Emma replied softly.
"And, I also finally met Maeve's cousin, Moira," Reid confessed.
Neither of them noticed that everyone else had retreated to the far side of the room, and was now discretely following their conversation.
"Garcia," JJ was whispering into her cell phone. "I am going to set up the laptop. You really need to see this." She quickly opened up the device and placed it on the table where it would transmit a clear view of the couple.
"Baby Girl." Morgan had joined the group in the conference room, and also had the tech on his cell phone. "What is happening with the other challenger?"
"Apparently he has left the pharmacy," Garcia reported. "And, from what I can tell, he is headed in your direction – fast!"