Spencer watched and observed Emily for 7 minutes, during which time she had repeated the cycle of dialing a number, holding the cell to her ear and throwing it back down 3 times. Her concerned state was evident by her ignorance to Reid's intense stare, who had witnessed similar behavioural patterns in Morgan the previous day. Leaning on the back of his curled fingers, he didn't notice another, older agent appear behind him.
"People watching isn't polite, kid," Rossi's dry voice commented, but Spencer held up his hand for him to stop speaking. "Emily's agitated about something," he explained vaguely. Rossi leaned over to join his line of sight. "Yeah, Morgan mentioned something yesterday about our Miss Morson not answering her calls," he said, and flinched as Spencer snapped his eyes round to his face. "How long?" he asked quickly, and Rossi could see the fear in his distant brown eyes. "Two day's, Morgan's checking her house now," he explained, standing straight and correcting his jacket. As he grabbed his coffee from the young genius' desk, he stood and grabbed his bag hastily, checking his watch as he paced from the area. "She should be in class now," he observed impatiently, recalling the discarded time table pinned to the kitchen notice board.
His finger's tapped nervously against the strap to his satchel as he hovered around the entrance to the science department, waiting for the first signs of life from the patch of green. He waited, checking his watch continuously, until finally the doors crashed open to a wave of students eager to escape, grinning and laughing, as though nothing was wrong with the world. He knew, however, it was only a matter of time before the next victim was claimed. He only hoped they would catch him before that happened.
A few moments later, he caught a glimpse of bowed head, red waves shining in the sun, and he ran after her before stopping to thank life that she was okay.
"Hey!" another voice called, and his peripheral vision caught a kid running after her, seperated from the crowd. Her wide eyes glanced round, and stopped on Reid. She looked like a deer in the head lights.
"Hey," he heard her say as the distance closed between them, but not to him. The student kissed her forehead and threw his arm around her protectively.
"Reid, hi!" she laughed, her voice slightly shaky, but her eyes clouded. "Hey," he breathed, watching the male as he watched him suspiciously. His dark green eyes were throwing him a warning. "Erm," he began as she brushed his hair back, "is everything alright?"
She stared at him, he bottom lip trembling in the frozen smile. "Yeah, why?"
"Its just...have you lost your phone? We've been trying to call you," he reasoned, eyeing the guy fleetingly. "You lost it, didn't you?" he said, speaking for the first time. Something was strained about his voice.
Anya nodded, and looked up at him. "Had a little bad luck with phones, thankfully this one came to my aid and borrowed me his," she explained with a glint in her eyes, as her arm closest to the boy disappeared behind him. Reid followed it inconspicuously as she spoke, placing his sunglasses on from his bag. Behind them, he saw her small hand appear the other side, formed in the 'OK' signal.
"Well, as long as your OK," he breathed, looking around the grounds dismissively. With no other word, her boyfriend waved goodbye shortly and brought her away, and she didn't look back once.