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Reid woke up, he rolled around in his bed as he stretched before settling on his back. He looked to his side and found that it wasn't his alarm clock that had pulled him from his sleep but his phone. He picked up the vibrating device and put it to his ear. 'Hello.'
'Sorry to wake you up, Reid,' Garcia's voice came down the phone. 'Hotch wants everyone in, we have a new case.'
'Let me get dressed and I'll be right in,' he yawned.
'Oh, I know you're tired, baby boy, but duty calls.'
'You're way too cheery, it's four am and you sound hyper,' he said, a smile on his lips. 'I'll be right in, just make sure that there is some coffee available.'
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'Will do,' she laughed gently before hanging up the phone. He pulled away the covers and made his way to the closet. He rubbed his eyes and stretched his neck, he felt horrible and wished he was back under the duvet again.
Reid walked into the BAU and smiled as Garcia walked towards him with a steaming cup of coffee, he took it into his hands and drank deeply from it. He looked at the coffee and knew it tasted different to the bland BAU coffee he usually had to endure. 'This isn't from the kitchen.'
'No, I keep a little bag of coffee in one of my draws that I usually keep for the tough cases. By how you were talking on the phone, you need a nice jolt to get you going.'
He stepped forward and gave her a one-armed hug. 'You're an angel.'
'Flattery will get you everywhere,' she giggled. 'Come on, everyone is gathering in the BAU room. It looks like a bad one, Reid.'
'When are any of our cases good?'
'Good point,' she said before they both began to make their way to BAU room. He walked in and sat down in his chair, JJ was still missing from the briefing but he knew that she was on her way. She always said goodnight to Henry before leaving the house.
'You look like hell, Reid,' Rossi remarked.
'He looks fine,' Garcia shook her head at Rossi. 'I have to do something though or it will drive me crazy.'
She walked over to him and began to run her hands through his hair. 'What on earth are you doing, Garcia?' he said, trying to avoid her hands but failing. She finished running her hands through his hair and finished by pinching his cheek.
'There we go,' she clapped. 'Now, you look presentable.'
'He looked a little messy before,' Hotch chuckled. 'Where is JJ?'
'I'm sure she won't take much longer,' Morgan shrugged. Reid took another gulp from his coffee, he was already beginning to feel the energy coursing through his body. The noise of a pair of heels walking on a hard floor filled the room before the owner of the heels walked into the room. 'I'm so sorry for being late,' JJ apologised. 'Henry was sick this evening and he isn't feeling well.'
'Is he okay?' Reid asked immediately.
'I think it's just a bug going round. His friend, Micah, wasn't well the other day.'
'I think we should get started,' Hotch announced. Garcia walked to the board and hit a few buttons on the control, they all watched as pictures filled the screen.
'What the hell?' Blake said before Garcia began to talk.
'All of the victims had different causes of death. The first victim, Alicia Jensen, died due to massive internal bleeding, she had multiple fractures, cuts and bruises over her body. The second victim, Thomas Rowe, cause of death was drowning. The third victim, Katie Wren, had stab wounds around her body as well as carvings into her skin.'
'Why are the police so sure these cases share a connection?' JJ asked.
'That's the thing,' Garcia began. 'The doors and windows were all locked from the inside, there is no evidence of anyone in the apartment and they aren't sure how these people died of such injuries. The coroner said that Alicia Jensen's injuries weren't caused by fists, kicks or any other weapon. He said that the only injuries he's seen like this are in people who have died from car accidents. The stab and deep cut wounds on Katie Wren got done simultaneously and the water found in Thomas Rowe's lungs was salt water, almost like he'd been drowned in the sea. No forensic evidence left, no signs of entry and the deaths can't be explained. The police are now stumped and they are turning to us for help.'
Reid stared at the screen, his coffee pausing at his lips. The crime scene photos were gruesome but nothing about them made any sense. He put his other hand to his head and rubbed his temple.
'You okay?' Rossi asked.
'I'm fine,' he nodded. 'I'm just thinking about how he could have done it. Looking at the report, concentration of salt water in his lungs indicates he drowned in the sea. He lives fifteen miles from the sea and the area around his bed was bone dry. I just don't understand how they died.'
'Welcome to the police's world,' Garcia sighed. 'The case is here in Virginia.'
'We'll make our way to the police station, I want to work with them closely,' Hotch said. 'We have a killer and we need to build a profile on this quickly.'
JJ looked over to Reid and couldn't help but think how adorable he looked when he slept, he look exhausted and they let him sleep on the way to the station.
Reid looked in front of him and found nothing but a thick white fog, it surrounded him. He walked forward through the fog and found it getting lighter and lighter. As he made it through the white shroud, he looked at a small house. It took him a moment to recognise it but knew it was his childhood home. Slowly, he walked up the porch steps and tried to open the door. It wouldn't budge. He knocked on the door, hoping someone was in the house. Deep down, he knew there wasn't suppose to be anyone in the house. His childhood home had remained empty for years. He heard footsteps approach the door, the door opened and he took a step back. In front of him stood his seven-year old self.
'What is going on here?' he asked.
'Watch out!' his seven-year old self screamed.
Reid turned around, he fell to the floor but yelped as a knife caught his chest. He looked down and found a cut across his chest and shoulder. He looked up and found a man in a white smiling mask. 'I know you're after me,' the man laughed before bringing the knife down. The man stumbled as Reid's seven-year old self pushed him down the porch steps.
'Wake up!'
Reid opened his eyes and gasped, he felt hands on him and tried to push them away.
'Spence, stop moving! You're bleeding,' JJ ordered him, her hands pressing a jacket to his chest and shoulder.
'What?' he moaned. He put his hand to his shoulder and then brought it away to find it covered with blood. He realised that the car had stopped and he was laid down in the back of the car. 'Why am I bleeding?'
'I don't know,' JJ shook her head. 'You were screaming one minute and then blood began soaking your shirt.'
He wanted to sleep but he kept his eyes open, he didn't want to sleep again, not till he understood what had just happened.
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