The next morning, I woke up to the sound of Derek's voice. "Reid? Reid come on. It's time to go." I groan. "Alright. Alright." I say, opening my eyes "What time is it?" I asked, looking around for a clock. "Time for you to get your butt up." I smile. "Alright. I'm up." I said, sitting up in bed. "Good." He said, with a smile of his own. Then the conversation from last night came back to me. I frowned.
"Where are we meeting?" His smile fainted. So I guessed that he caught the reason for my frowning. "In the lounge. We're eating breakfast first." I nod in understanding. "I'll meet you down there then." He said, as he walked out of the room. Meeting everybody downstairs in the lounge. I take a sit by JJ.
"What's for breakfast?" I ask, sliding my hands together.
"Pancakes, bacon, and sausage." JJ Says, waving a piece of bacon in my face.
"Sounds great!" I say, flagging a waiter down.
"So what's on the agenda for today Hotch?" Morgan asks. "Well." He says, as he swallows a piece of pancake."You and Rossi can go and look around Higgsworth's job. While Reid and Emily check out Blake's school/ JJ and I will ask around with the neighbors." Rossi, Morgan, and I all shared a quick glance at one another. Then we all went back to eating. After breakfast, Emily and I got into the sedan, and headed towards Black Plums High.
The ride there was short, and quiet. Once we got there, we made our way towards the office. Walking down the hallway, kids walked and ran through the halls. "Hmm. Brings back memories." Emily said, with a small smile. "Yeah. Not very good ones." I said, making a face. "Can't begin to explain how happy I am that I'm out of high school." She laughed. "I can only imagine Reid." I laughed. "Yeah." Knocking on the principle's office's door, we waited for an answer.
When a woman with long red hair, and dark green eyes answered the door, Emily was the one to speak first.
"Um. Hi. I'm Special Agent Emily Prentiss. This is Special Agent Dr. Spencer Reid. We're with the FBI."
"Hi." I mouthed to her with a polite smile.
"Well. What can I do for the FBI?" "We would like to ask you some questions if you don't mind?" She nodded her head. "Sure. Of course. Come on in." She said, as she made room for us to walk through the door. "Thank you." Prentiss said, as we walked passed her. We took the two empty seats that were in front of her desk. "What kind of questions would you like to ask me?" She said, as she took a seat in her chair. Emily and I exchanged looks. Asking each other silently which one of us wanted to take the lead.
"We were wondering, what you could tell us about Blake Higgsworth?" I said, leaning forward in the chair.
She immediately looked down at the desk. She cleared her throat, and looked back up at us. "Well. He was a very bright kid. He loved football, and made excellent grades." I nodded my head in agreement. "So it's safe to say that he got along with everyone one here in the school?" She let out a small laugh, and shook her head. "Well no one gets along with everyone Dr. Reid." "So Blake had enemies?" Emily intervened.
"I wouldn't call them enemies. More like unfriendly acquaintances."
"What were these Unfriendly Acquaintances like?" I asked.
"Well. They made sure that they every chance they got to say something negative to Blake they took it. Whenever he had a bad game, and we lost, they would be the first to blame it on him." "And what are their names?" Emily asked, with her pen and paper ready. "Josh Simmons, Robert Anderson, and Jason McMahon." "Uh. What class would they be in right now?" "I'll go see." She said, as she got up from her desk, and went into the other room.
"Bullies?" Emily said, once we were alone in the room.
"Could be why he got on the team to begin with." "So that he could show that he wasn't scared of them anymore. That he could stand up for himself." I nodded. As the principle came back into the room. "They would be in Mr. Foster's history class right now. Room 311." "Can you call them down here please?" I asked, with a small smile. "Sure." She said, leaning over her intercom. "Would Robert Anderson, Josh Simmons, and Jason McMahon report to the principle's office please."
"I'm going to call Hotch and fill him in on what going on." I said, to Emily as I got up from the chair.
Walking into the hallway, I dialed Hotch's number. "Hotchner." He answered. "Hotch, it's Reid. Hey. It seems like Blake had some bullies." "Bullies?" "Yeah. We're going to question them now." "Yeah alright. We didn't get any hits from the neighbors. It seems like they all think that Mike Higgsworth was a fine man, who would do anything for his son." His voice filled with sarcasm. "Have you talked to Morgan?" I paused for a moment at the mention of his name.
"Uh. No. No I haven't." "Alright. I'll call and check up on him. Call me back when you get new information." "Alright." I said, as I hung up the phone. As I hug up, I saw the guys walk up to the office. "Are you guys Robert, Jason, and Josh?" "Yeah." One of them said, as they looked me up and down. "Who are you?" Another one said. "I'm Dr. Reid. Can you come in? I would like to ask you some questions." They walked inside. Once inside, I told Robert and Josh to stay outside in the hall while we talked with Jason. We sat him down in one of the seats, while I sat in the principle's chair. I pulled out my pen and paper. "Now." I said, looking up at him. "What can you tell me about Blake Higgsworth?"