Before I go on. Let me just say how hurt I am about JJ leaving. I can't see the show without her! She was great. :-( It's just not the same. I MISS YOU JJ! P.S. Who else loved the Garcia and Derek Moment with the glasses this Wen? So cute!
Derek's POV
All these trips that we have been taking running back and forth in between the bullpen and Higgsworth's house is getting tiresome. I'd be more than glad when we have enough information on this guy to where we can start profiling. Lost in my own train of thought, I feel a comforting hand on my shoulder.
"What you thinking about?" I look over at him. I look at how the wind blows through his hair. I look at how the sun brings out the intensity in his big brown eyes, and I wonder. Why did I break up with him again? I could never see myself without him. I guess that's what I get for working long hours with him, and buying him coffee. I guess I was staring at him for to long, because he was starting to blush.
I love the little tint of pink he gets on his cheeks when he blushes. "Why are you staring at me like that?" I shake my head. "No reason. I'm just. I'm so happy that I finally told you the truth. I couldn't go another day without you." He leans his head to the side. "I'm glad you told me too. You have no idea what was going through my head the whole time we were apart." I nodded in agreement. "Let's find out what we can in here, and head back to the hotel, okay?" He smiled. "Sounds like a great plan to me." He said, walking ahead of me to the front door. As We went in, it was just as we had left it the first time that we had been there. With the addition of the crime scene tap of course. "I'll check upstairs."Reid. Said, walking towards the stairs.
"Alright. I'll check down here." We parted ways.
Looking downstairs, I didn't see much out of the ordinary. Seemed like everything was in place. Walking in the kitchen, I noticed that there was no food in the refrigerator. Walking past the sink, I just thought to look under it. Glad I did, because what I found was more than enough to know that something wasn't right. "Reid!" I yelled. He didn't answer "Reid!" I yelled again. Still nothing. I was starting to get worried then. "Reid?" I turned to walk up the stairs. "Reid?" I walked into the bedroom, and saw him standing there, with his back to me. "Reid? Didn't you hear me calling you?"
He still ignored me.
"What is it?" He turned to me then. He had photos in his hands. He looked at me with a look in his eyes that I haven't ever seen before. A look of hatred. "What did he do to those kids?" He whispered to me. He gave me the pictures. One look at them, and knew that he was doing something to those kid s. "Come with me." I said, as I took his hand, and led him downstairs to the kitchen. I opened the draws under the sink, and I showed him. His breath caught. He looked back at me with shocked eyes. "What the hell was this man?" I couldn't bring myself to say it, but we both knew the truth.
Reid POV
I couldn't believe it. How could some body be this sick? "Derek?" I said, looking at him. Looking in his eyes, for any kind of type of answer as to why. He shook his head at me. "I don't know, Reid." He said, without me having to say anything else. He got the tapes that were in the draw, and the photos. "But we're going to go find out." Putting it in the car, I called Hotch.
"Hotchner." He answered.
"Hotch, it's Reid. We got somethings I think you and the rest of the guys need to see."
"What is it?"
"Tapes and photos."
"Of what?"
"His kids."
He went silent.
"We're on our way."
Then the phone went dead.
"What did he say?" Derek asked, opening the door for me. "Nothing." He nodded his head, and closed the door behind me.