Spencer's pulse thumped in his neck, harder and faster as he picked up the note. It could say were theyre going, his mind whispered, but he pushed it away, weary of the disappointment it that voice was wrong.
Rossi's hand got there first, taking it in his thick fingers with slight difficulty, but he managed it, and crouched next to his colleague.
"'He wont hurt me, I think, but he's scared, and nearly desperate'," Rossi narrated, the writing neater than the last one. "Maybe she wrote these in class after the idea hit her," he concluded, and looked to Reid, already standing.
"Why in here?" he asked as he stretched out his old legs, as Reid moved the box in his hands aimlessly. "I asked her for aspirin for a headache," he recalled, already considering another place to look.
"Is there anywhere else she might have hidden them?"
Reid shook his head after a long while thinking, having every detail in his memory banks.
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Rossi left Reid to his musings to join Hotch and Prentiss in the living area, Hotch feeding instructions to Garcia relentlessly.
"Try every car hire company in the area who've rented out cars within the last week," he said, and Dave looked to Prentiss. Pulling her away, he looked at her questioningly. "This kid's been killing over two weeks," he reminded, but Emily shook her head. "They were each in a local area, and the bodies were abandoned at the site. He hasn't need a car until now," she explained, but Rossi was too on edge, for Reid's sake, to be presumptuous. They needed facts.
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"Great, send us the car registration," Hotch requested half an hour later, before snapping the cell to a close. "Garcia has checked all car hire companies in a 10 mile radius and one reported that a nervous male matching Semlin's description hired a green Audi yesterday."
"That explains the green notes," Reid realized, sliding his collection of two between his palms. He praised her intelligence mentally, and the tiny hope relaxed him a little. Not completely, however. Each of the agents were sat down, he on the arm of one of the sofa's, poised for movement.
"We have the registration, lets move," Hotch ordered as he stood, and they each departed the apartment in a swift movement. "JJ's alerted the press for the public to look out for the car," he added on the way down, and Reid began to feel sick with excitement, as well as terror. He had seen too many innocent people die before his eyes to let relief take hold of him yet.