"This place isn't half shabby," Morgan remarked as him, Rossi and Reid walked into the High Noon Saloon.
By just walking in they could tell this wasn't a pleasant place. "Look over there," Rossi said as he acknowledged groups of gangs at the back of the bar.
Reid and Morgan also looked back there, just to see them staring back at them. "What are you staring at twig?" One of them exclaimed, obviously directed to Reid.
Reid quickly looked away from them. They reminded him of the guys at his high school that used to pick on him and beat him up; big, strong and powerful. Morgan noticed Reid's reaction when that guy picked him out of all three of them and it hit him why he reacted like that.
"Reid, don't make this remind you of what happened back in high school, that was years ago," Morgan assured Reid.
"I'm not thinking about that, don't worry,"
Morgan was about to say something else until a lady about 23 came up to them. "Hi, my name is Crystal and I'm a bartender here at High Noon Saloon. Come follow me to your table," she said while directing them to an empty table.
"Thank you Crystal," Reid said to Crystal.
"No problem sweetness and if you want me to do any other favours just call my name or better yet mo-"
"CRYSTAL!" She was cut off by a guy behind the bartender stand who looked pissed off at her.
"Coming!" She replied, but then looked back at Reid, "See you later big boy," she smirked and then was on her way back to the bartender stand.
"For some reason, I don't think she was talking about your height Reid," Rossi remarked to what he saw.
"What do you mean?" Reid asked sort of confused, "What else could she be talking about?"
Morgan chuckled at Reid's confusion. "Lets just say that two girls want a certain piece of you," Morgan said.
Morgan and Rossi both started to chuckle leaving Reid with a lost look on his face.
On her way to the bar, Olivia called her foster father. "Hello Olivia," he said when he picked up the phone.
"Let me talk to him," Olivia said.
"Talk to who?,"
"Jake,"
"Oh, the little brat. I should have sliced his throat a long time ago," he said.
"No! No, just leave him alone and don't hurt him,"
"Don't worry, as long as you obey me, he doesn't die, you don't die and nobody else does,"
"Just give him the phone," she demanded.
A few seconds later she heard a little boys voice come on the phone. "Hi Livi," Jake said.
"Hi Jake, how are you?"
"I'm good, I just wanna know where mommy is," Jake asked.
Olivia felt a lump in her throat when he asked her that. "She's um, somewhere sleeping in peace, okay?" She answered with a stutter.
"Oh, okay. Thanks for telling me that Livi," he said.
"You're welcome baby, now give the phone back to grandpa,"
"Okay," and there was a silence until her foster dad came back on the phone.
"I have to go now, but be a good girl for daddy until the next time I see you, make sure that's not when I have to kill you," he said and then hung up.
Olivia felt her heart beat faster and tears were forming in her eyes by the time she reached the bar. She parked and turned off her car. She looked at herself in the rear view mirror and tried to fight back her tears.
"Don't cry, you'll smudge your makeup," she said to herself.
"So, since this is the meet up spot for gangs, this is the perfect place for our unsub to be," Rossi pointed out to Reid and Morgan at the table.
"Let's go ask a group if they know any of our victims," Morgan said while getting up from his seat. He turned to look at Reid, "Get up," Morgan said.
"I rather not, take Rossi with you instead," Reid suggested.
"Come on, you have me by your side, don't worry" Morgan said. Reid looked at him and Morgan gave him an assured look. Reid stood up and followed Morgan to a group of men that went by the name POWER from the back of their jackets.
"Excuse me guys, but do you know who Kelly Dennis, Ryan Marcus, David Delly and Zack Parie are?" Morgan asked.
"I actually do. Punk ass bitches got what they deserved," one of them answered.
"Hey, nobody deserves this," Morgan said.
"I'm telling you they would eventually went to jail or turned up dead," he began, "better to be dead," he continued.
"Except Zack Parie, he was a wannabe," he then took out a cigarette and lit it.
"Umm, smoking is one of the leading causes of death in America and smoking can also have the side affect of cancer and so does second hand smoking," Reid stated.
"I ain't killing nobody 'round here sticks," he said to Reid and went on smoking.
Reid just stood there with his poker face on, 'Sticks is new,' he thought, 'Never been called that one before,'.
"Do you know Marvin Parson, Jason Harris, Justin Yates, Richard Dray and who was that new guy they found today?" Morgan asked Reid.
"Christopher Andrews," he replied.
"Please, don't make me gag," he said.
The guy turned around to look at a bleach blonde woman to the right of him. "Tina! Come here for a sec!" He yelled to her.
She came quick to him as if a dog was coming back to her master. "Yes big daddy," she answered.
"You remember Chris Andrews, right?" He asked her.
"I definitely do not want to remember that name," she said with a scowled face, "He was nothing but a no good druggy."
Reid and Morgan looked at each other. "So, our unsub gets rid of other criminals?" Morgan asked puzzled.
Reid shrugged. "Maybe the male of the two is in one of these groups and wants to eliminate his competition," Reid suggested.
Morgan looked around. The whole place was nearly packed with people, which made it hard to spot anyone out in particular. "Thanks for your help man," Morgan said and turned to walk away with Reid.
When they were about to go back to their seat, Reid accidentally bumped into this tall, muscular guy.
"Watch where you're going dipshit," he exclaimed.
Reid looked terrified at the guys reaction. "Hey, it was an accident man," Morgan said standing up for Reid.
"Don't involve yourself you little-" he was cut off by someone coming on the microphone on the stage.
"Ladies and gents, our star entertainer will be with us in a few minutes, so just take your seats and relax until she comes on stage," he said and then came off the stage.
"Back to what I was saying you piece of shit, watch yourself next time," the guy said trying to bring back up the argument.
Morgan was about to say something, but Reid stopped him.
"Don't Morgan, he's not worth our time," Reid told Morgan.
"Oh, you better pray a saviour comes to protect you now you-" he paused what he was saying.
Reid was sort of confused why he stopped yelling at him as soon as it looked like he was ready to punch him in the face, until he felt a hand caress him down his back.
"Hi Spencer," he heard a voice say, so he quickly turned around to see Olivia smiling at him, but she soon turned around and continued walking.
Reid smiled and turned back around just to see the guy in shock and Morgan with a smirk on his face. "I can't believe someone like you has someone like her on your dick," the guy exclaimed.
"Don't worry, you weren't the only one," Morgan remarked. Reid cut his eye to Morgan.
"You're lucky that your saviour really did come along," the guy said while patting Reid on the back and then walked away.
Back at the table, Rossi, Morgan and Reid were discussing possibilities of their unsubs. "Brother and sister duo?" Rossi suggested.
"Boyfriend and girlfriend?" Morgan said.
"Bonnie and Clyde!" Reid exclaimed.
Morgan and Rossi looked at him weird. "Meaning?" Rossi asked.
"Okay, think about it, look around you," Reid said.
Morgan and Rossi looked around the place and then looked back at Reid. "I still have no idea what you mean," Morgan said.
"But I do, you mean that a man and woman in one of those gangs are together killing their competition," Rossi explained.
"Exactly and maybe they come here looking out for their next victim as we speak," Reid added.
"Ladies and gentlemen! I'm Shaun, the owner of the High Noon Saloon, and I am proud, as always, to present our favourite girl, Olivia Startford!" Shaun announced and everybody went wild.
"Whoa, she must be something special if everyone's going wild for her, right Reid!?" Morgan yelled through the screaming.
"I can't hear you!" Reid yelled back, pretending he didn't hear Morgan.
Olivia came on stage wearing a blossom pink, knee high dress with a heart shaped cut out back. 'Wow, she's gorgeous,' Reid thought as Olivia flung her long, curly brown hair off her shoulders.
"Hi everyone," she said.
Everybody was yelling so loud, Reid was pretty sure he was the only one who heard her clearly.
"Hi Olivia," he said, but obviously not meant to hear.
"I love you!"
"You're so goddamn sexy!"
"Just make love to me right now!" Everybody was shouting different things all at once that it just sounded like a big blob of noise.
"Shh," Olivia whispered into the microphone and one by one, everyone started to shut up.
Reid was amazed on how she could make so many people go wild in her presence and then hush them so quietly in two seconds. For awhile, it was kind of silent.
"I love you," someone from the back shouted.
Reid looked back to see who shouted it and it was the guy him and Morgan were asking about the victims. 'Strange, I thought he had a woman with him,' Reid thought and then turned back around.
"I love you too, I love all of you the same, maybe some a bit more than others," she said with a smile and everyone laughed.
Morgan elbowed Reid. "That bit more was for you," he said.
"Shut up Morgan," Reid said and then went to go focus his attention back to Olivia.
"Well, I'm going to start off with Born to Die ," she said and everyone screamed with enjoyment.
When the band started to play behind her, there was no noise except for little woo's.
"Feet don't fail me now, take me to that finish line," she started.
Reid was in shock at how wonderful her voice was. "She has some real talent, doesn't she Reid?" Morgan asked.
"Yeah, she's amazing," Reid replied still in awe of her deep, mysterious voice.
While she was singing, one by one, people started to sing along with her and Reid saw her smiling ear to ear. When she was done singing, everybody applauded and cheered. Olivia giggled, "I love when you guys sing along with me, you all sound fabulous," she said still smiling.
Everybody cheered louder. "I'm just going to sing a couple more songs," she said while fumbling with her mic and shortly after started her other song.
Some of the words in the song popped out to Reid and he didn't know why. 'I'll love you till the end of time, I would wait a million years,' 'Choose your last words, this is the last time, because you and I were born to die,' 'It only take two hours to Nevada,' 'It's you, it's you, it's all for you, every little thing that I do,' 'My old man is a bad man,' 'I'm your little Scarlet, starlet singing in the garden, kiss me on my open mouth,' 'My old man is a thief and I'm gonna stay and pray with him until the end,' and so on and so forth.
"I really like her voice, I wonder if she's not busy if she could sing at my wedding in May," Morgan said to Reid.
"It all depends right, if she can make it or not," Reid said.
"Hopefully she can," Morgan said, "Her voice is like-"
"An angel," Reid said, cutting Morgan off.
"Yeah, but I was originally going to say amazing," Morgan chuckled.
"Oh, right," Reid said, turning fifty shades of red.
Just then, the owner of the bar started handing out red roses to everyone.
"Wonder what this is for," Rossi wondered as the owner came to their table.
"It's for Carmen," he said.
"Who's Carmen?" Reid asked curiously.
"Carmen is a close friend of Olivia that died years ago and every time she performs the song Carmen, we give out roses that we throw on stage to pay respect to Carmen and Olivia personally takes the roses to her grave in Nevada," he explained in depth.
"Oh, that's interesting, how did she die?" Spencer asked.
"She never quite said how, all she said was that it was a tragic experience," he said and then handed Reid a rose and then left.
"Reid, weren't you going to get Olivia a rose before?" Morgan asked.
"Yeah, but I still couldn't decide what rose," Reid said.
Morgan sighed, 'Hopeless,' he thought.
Soon Olivia started singing Carmen and it mesmerized Reid to the point that he was wondering what it could all mean. Carmen's life in that song sounded sad, but happy. A girl that everyone loved, but her own self. While everyone was cheering and throwing their roses on stage, Reid kept a good eye on Olivia while she was singing. It looked as if her lips were quivering at every word and she had that dead expression on her face again, the first time was when he interviewed her. It was if she had done something that wasn't her fault or as if she had lost herself in the middle of an ocean. Reid held onto the rose, not because he forgot to throw it, because he had something up his sleeve. When the song was over, everyone cheered and Olivia smiled. At least her mouth was, but her eyes were as dead as ever.
"Thank you so much, you guys are the best crowd I will ever have and I love you all for that," she said and everyone cheered louder.
"Goodnight and I hope everyone of you have a great week ahead," she said.
"Mark, Rooter, Damen," she announced, giving recognition to the boys in the band and then came off stage.
People crowded around her and praised her as if she was a goddess. They even wanted her lipstick mark on their napkins, so they could keep it with them forever.
"Go talk to her Reid and Rossi and I will go look out for anyone suspicious," Morgan suggested as him and Rossi stood up.
"Fine, just for a few minutes," he said.
Morgan nodded and then was off with Rossi. Reid took a deep breath and then walked toward the crowd of people near Olivia. 'You can do this Spencer.. She's just a woman, not a monster.. You can do this,' he thought to himself as he got closer to the crowd.
There was a gap between the crowd and he could see her right through it. She was signing a napkin. She looked up to see Reid staring at her and she smiled at him and then looked back down. Just then something crossed Reid's mind, 'Maybe Olivia is the unsub,' it made some sense in his mind.
'Her eyes are dead, her past could have led to a psychotic break down, she sings about death, but why hasn't she killed me and why don't I feel threatened and who's her partner?' Reid's mind over flowed with questions that he couldn't ask and wasn't planning to ask, at least not at this time.