Reid and Christine quickly cleared Security and headed up to the BAU's sixth floor bullpen. As they got off the elevator, they were greeted by a pink-haired, super sparkly Garcia, who immediately began squealing.
"OMG! You came back! It is so good to see you again!" she hurried over hug Christine.
"I was never gone!" Christine protested, trying to keep her coffee from spilling. "I've just been really busy with moving and work and everything. It's good to see you, too, Penelope!"
"Are you going to be here long?" Garcia asked.
"Actually, I just wanted to talk with JJ for a minute," Christine explained. "But, I do have a little extra time this morning to visit with you and everyone else."
"Great!" Garcia enthused. "We don't see you often enough." She looked up and noticed Hotch standing outside his office door, watching her. "I have to head back to my lair now, but be sure to stop by before you leave," she said before hurrying off.
"No problem," Christina replied. She walked further into the bullpen and looked around.
"Looking for someone?" Blake asked, glancing up from her desk. "I assume it's not Reid. He's standing right there, holding onto you like you might escape!"
"No," Christine laughed. "I'm actually looking for JJ."
"I haven't seen her yet this morning," Blake replied. "But, then, I've been too busy looking at these." She waved some photos in the air.
"If those are crime scene photos, I don't want to see them!" Christine protested.
"Not a crime scene," Blake assured her. "I wish they were. They would probably be easier to decipher." She spread them out on her desk.
"What are you looking at?" Christine leaned over to check.
"This is the workspace of the suspected unsub," Blake explained. "I'm trying to come up with a profile and a suggestion of what the locals need to look for in order to gather enough evidence to convict them. But, I'm just not sure."
Christine picked up a picture to take a closer look. "Is this person right-handed or left-handed?" she asked curiously.
"Why do you ask that?" Blake looked over her shoulder.
"Well, the computer mouse and the calendar are on the right-hand side of the desk, but the phone, the pencil caddy, and the coffee mug are on the left," Christine pointed as she spoke.
"I had noticed the lack of personalization," Blake told her. "Also, that there is nothing to indicate whether the occupant is male or female. I never noticed the arrangement of the office supplies."
"Maybe they are ambidextrous?" Christine suggested.
"Approximately 1 in 10 individuals can be classified as mostly ambidextrous," Reid informed the women. "The number of those who are fully functional is extremely hard to determine."
"Well, ambidextrous would explain the wound patterns on the victims," Blake said thoughtfully. "Thanks! That does help!"
"So you are going to be looking for an androgynous, ambidextrous, unsub?" Christine questioned. "Lots of luck with that!"
"I'm not doing the looking," Blake reminded her. "I'm just giving the locals my best 'educated guess'."