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Sorry,Sorry, Sorry. I have been busy and have had writers blockitis. So hopefully you will like this chapter. Thanks for reading and reviewing.
They both walked out of the restaurant behind Gage; unconsciously Austin grabbed Reid's hand for comfort. As they walked they passed the team, who did not even look up. But at the corner of Reid's eye he could see Rossi giving him a wink.
As they headed towards a green Toyota truck, Reid saw the license plate and discretely took a picture of it, sending it to Garcia.
They all got into the truck, Reid making sure that he could get to his guns with little effort. Gage seemed to be friendly but Reid had learned from experience that killers could be the ones you least suspected.
Gage looked over and saw how tense Reid was and how he was positioned with his hand only a few inches away from his gun, and smiled. "You don't have to worry Dr. Reid; I'm just taking you to my friend's house. He has always wanted to meet you and Ms. Andrews. I guess you can say you two are his idols."
"Why doesn't your friend come into town?" Austin asked, getting into character.
"He doesn't like to be around big crowds." Gage said with ease.
"What's his name?" Reid asked taking his hand away from his gun.
"Marilyn, John Marilyn. His two best friends, Bret Thomas and Daniel Fisk, they live with him."
"Not to be rude Gage, but why didn't one of them pick us up?" Austin asked.
"Oh that's all right, ma'am. They had gone hunting and I had to get some dog food anyways, so I volunteered to come pick you two up." Gage said smiling at her.
Reid was looking out the window looking at all the signs on the side of the road, still listening to the conversation. "Isn't a little early to be hunting?" The way Austin had stiffened just a little bit, told him that she was thinking the same as him. That it wasn't deer they were hunting.
Gage gave a booming laugh, "In these parts Dr. Reid, it's never too early to go hunting. I would have figured you would have known that. Being a gun man, you must like to hunt."
"Well up where we live we there are strict rules about what to hunt and when." Reid made his voice sound wistful, but in reality he hated to kill animals. Learning how to shoot was a way for him to escape reality, to get away from the house and relax.
"Oh really, well that is too bad. But don't worry; I don't go hunting that much myself. I mostly duck hunt and fish." Gage told him.
As they got to the house a tall man in his Sunday best was standing at the door, trying to look bored but failing.
His short brown hair looked like he had just washed it only a few minutes ago. He met the three of them half way to the door. He looked like he was about to start jumping for joy, but instead he held out his hand, which was shaking slightly. "It is a great pleasure to meet you two, it really is." He said as he shook both Reid's and Austin's hands. "My name is John Marilyn. I know this is really stupid, but could I get your autographs?" He held out a piece of paper and a pen.
Both Austin and Reid looked at each other, trying not to laugh. Reid was the first to speak up. "Yeah, I would love to." Reid grabbed the paper and pen and wrote his name, then gave it to Austin who did the same.
She gave the paper and pen back. "Oh, I'm sorry, come on into the house. My momma would skin me alive if she saw how rude I was being." He said giving a charming smile to them.
"Well I'm going to have to leave them in your care, John. I've got to get back to the house and feed Stacy."
Gage said with a smile as he got back into his truck, and drove away.
As they all walked into the house, Gage asked, "What would you like to drink? I have beer in the fridge."
"Coffee would be great." Reid said.
"With five spoons of sugar," John said.
"The same for me,--" Austin said.
"With only two spoons of sugar," John said cutting in.
As John went into the kitchen to make the coffee, Austin leaned into Reid, "I knew he would have heard of us, but I didn't think he would be our biggest fans." She said a little irritated.
"Let's just hope that the other two aren't as big of fans." Reid said.
As he said that two men came walking through the door in overalls caring a deer each.
"Oh hello," Austin said smiling at the two men.
"You a cop?" The bigger of the two asked Reid.
Reid looked at the man and knew that it was Daniel Fisk. "Why do you ask?"
"Because you look like one," Fisk said, laying down the deer on the floor.
"Hey!" John shouted at the man, "Don't you know who this is?"
When the two men gave him blank looks John rolled his eyes and said, "This is Spencer Reid and Austin Andrews."
"What? No way!" Bret Thomas said with a huge smile.
"I still think he's a cop." Fisk said eyeing Reid up and down in suspicion. "Why are you here anyways?"
"We got tired of just hunting animals and wanted to hunt something a little more difficult." Reid said.
"Well you came to the right place; we could you someone with your skill, we just so happen to have what you're looking for." John said with a knowing smile.
Again hope you like the story so far and sorry for not having the chapter out sooner.
Hope everyone had a merry christmas and hope everyone has a happy new years.