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Chapter Three.

I stood waiting by the car, checking my reflection in the mirror as I notice the darkening circles underneath my eyes. I let out a little puff of air, straightening my stance as my gaze once again looks over to the taxi rank. "I wonder if they'll know anything.." I pursed my lips, gazing over my shoulder to see Hotchner and Morgan still looking over the footage on the bar man's laptop.

"They may still be ten minutes." I decided, crossing the street and heading for the taxi at the front of the row. "Hi there! Good afternoon! I was just wondering if you noticed anything out of the ordinary over the past six weeks?" I stood outside the guys window and he ignored me, so I persevered and tried again. "Sir? Nobody is in trouble here I just want you to answer the question. I'm with the FBI." As I pulled out my badge the guy turned angry, chucking his cup of what I'm hoping to be coke, all over my face and shirt. "You son of a…!" Before I could rage at him further, his tyres screeched on the tarmac and he drove off – leave me standing there soaking wet and sticky.

"What is with people in this city!" I hissed, looking before I stormed back across the street and into the bar. "Mind if I use the loo.." I didn't give the owner a chance to reply, all three of them were too busy wondering why the hell I looked like a drowned rat in the first place. Explanations will be given after I get the muck off my face.

I quickly rushed into the bathroom, switching on the taps and rinsing my face – using the soap in the dispensers to try and get rid of the sickly-sweet syrup that will not remove itself from my hair. I frowned, looking at an even more sad excuse for an Agent. "I look… ridiculous." I sighed, my shoulders slumping as I dabbed my face dry, my arms raising to pull my hair up into a bun.

When I felt slightly more presentable I made my way back to the guys, they were now waiting in the car and I had to quickly make my way across the bar floor before the owner caught me again. "Thanks again!" I called before opening the door of the SUV and clambering inside.

"What happened to you?" Hotchner asked, my eyes glancing into the mirror he was currently looking in.

"I went to speak to the taxi rank across the road. I thought out of everyone round here, it would be them who knew something about the disappearances. But I didn't get that far as the first person I asked through the contents of his drinks cup over me."

I pulled the top of my t-shirt away from my skin, my face screwing in disgust as it felt like pulling a plaster off after a few days of use.

"I'll change when I get to the station…" I muttered as Morgan smirked, his head shaking slowly.

When we arrived at the station I grabbed my bag out the boot and went straight to the toilets, pulling off the damp, sticky shirt and putting on my khaki green long sleeved top. "Thank god I over pack…" I adjusted my sleeves which were slightly too long for me, rolling them up a few times before giving myself a spray of my perfume, hoping to disguise the smell.

I walked out of the toilet yawning widely as I strolled back over to the coffee machine where Reid was currently stood. "Hey… about earlier... I'm sorry I bit your head off, I'm just tired and I shouldn't have snapped at you." I looked at him and he briefly glanced at me, a small smile tweaking the corner of his lips.

"That's okay, you do look quite exhausted." He walked off after that, my eyebrows raised and a small chuckle escaping.

"Gee… thanks."

When I finished making my coffee, I walked into the room that the team currently resided in, my mind still on the taxi rank. I feel that we need to pull at that string a little more.

"Uh… Agent Hotchner?"

I stood in the door way, eyes all turning to me. "I was thinking that the taxi rank needs investigating further? Perhaps if I went with one of the guys they may listen to us a little more?"

Hotchner looked at me, nodding slowly. "I agree. Reid why don't you accompany Davis and come back if you have something. I've got Garcia looking through the footage a little more, see if she can find something we can't."

I nodded "Yes sir."

Reid looked at me and I walked out the room with him beside me. "I think it's best if I drive."

I smiled and handed him the keys, "Full agreement there Doc."

Sitting in the car with Reid wasn't too bad, he can't be any older than I am – perhaps a few years younger. If anything, that should give us something to relate to, although from what I've seen from him so far, he's far more intellectual than I am.

"So, what's your theories so far Dr Reid?"

I sat in the passenger seat, my knees tilted toward him as I kept my gaze on the road.

"I'm thinking that these women represent something in his past, he would have had a stressor around the time when the abductions happened – something that caused him to snap. If he didn't then we would have far more victims."

I nodded in agreement, I may even be able to learn a few things from this guy. "I'm thinking along the same lines, the only thing the women have in common is the age. He takes them when they stray away from the group they arrived with and that's when he takes them. I'm just trying to piece together why we haven't had any communication with the guy... or any bodies for that matter."

I sipped at my coffee again, it seems to be giving me a little kick but I think I'm far too tired for it to truly do a great deal.

"Exactly, the unsub wants to keep this intimate – between him and the victims. I'd be amazed if all of them were alive, he'd have hostage ten girls – he'd need to keep them somewhere large enough and secluded enough for them to stay hidden."

"What we thinking? Some old warehouse? I can't imagine he'd be stupid enough to take them to his own home. If he did then one of his neighbours would've seen or heard something right?"

Reid nodded, pursing his lips as he scratched the back of his neck. "I think JJ is speaking to the press, our aim is get the parents on the screen..."

"And try and appeal to his kinder nature, that makes sense."

"Exactly, if he still has them alive, he feels that he has some form of a connection with them."

"Let's hope that works, the percentage of survival for these girls is decreasing by the hour."

The car came to a stop, parking behind the taxi rank – my eyes glancing at the identification numbers on the back of each cab. I scribbled each number down before following Reid out the car.

"Heads up, one of these guys wasn't exactly friendly or helpful the last time I popped over for a chat."

The tall Agent nodded, walking beside me as he approached the closet cab.

"Excuse me sir, I was just wondering if I could ask you a few questions in regards to the recent disappearances of ten young women?"

Thankfully it wasn't the same man as before and I let out a little sigh of relief as Reid spoke to the man, one splash of coke in the face was enough to last me a life time.

"What women?"

Reid took out some photos of the women, showing them to him. "I'm sorry but I've never seen these girls before. What time would they have disappeared?"

"It would've been late at night or the early hours of the morning, they were last seen in the bar across the street." I added, the taxi drivers gaze briefly looking at me.

"I've not been doing night shifts for a few months now, the guy you want to talk to is Rodriguez – he's always out here at this time of night."

Reid and I looked at each other before he asked him one last question, "And which cab does Rodriguez drive?"

The taxi driver pointed to the one in the centre of the queue, my eyes capturing the man's reflection. "Reid that's the guy who poured his drink over me..."

Reid began walking towards the car, his hand on his gun. "Rodriguez? Mind if we have a ch..."

Rodriguez didn't even let us get arms reach with the cab before he sped off, his tyres screeching for the second time today.

"Well if that's not the actions of a guilty man... I don't know what is."