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Comfort	By : cr8zymommy Category: 1 through F > Criminal Minds Views: 5991 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Halfway back to the station, Spencer’s phone rang. He pulled it out of his pocket and held it out to Ashley. When she didn’t take it from him, he spared a glance at her, noting the confusion on her face. He had to resist rolling his eyes as he pulled the car to the side of the road. Then he flipped the phone open, hitting the speaker phone button. “You’re on speaker.” He said by way of answer. It saved him from potentially having to explain some kind of comment from someone.
“Reid, I need you two to meet us over at 719 Willington Street.” Aaron’s voice rang in the car. “Apparently a neighbor went to check on the person living in this house and found the house empty, but a whole pile of bloody clothes in the laundry room. Crime scene techs are already over there. Looks like a good possibility this could be our Unsub’s house. One of the pieces of clothing belongs to victim number five. There’re journals though, Reid. We need you to help look at them.”
This time Spencer didn’t give Ashley much of a choice. He thrust the phone at her, almost dropping it in her lap as he pulled back out onto the road. “I’m about ten minutes away, Hotch. Everyone else already over there?”
“Dave and I got here right after the CSU and Morgan and Prentiss should be here any minute. The house has already been secured. No one’s here. So far, it doesn’t look like he held any of the victims here.”
Spencer took his necessary exit while Ashley spoke into the phone she was now holding. “We profiled he’d have a secondary location where he took them.”
“She’s right.” Spencer added in. “His home would be personal to him. Private. The seduction he plans with these women will be in a controlled environment. None would make it home with him unless they managed to make it through the night. So far, he hasn’t found one yet.” Pausing, he sighed. “Priscilla didn’t make it, Sir. She passed not too long ago.”
“We knew it was a possibility.” Aaron said. His end of the line was quiet for a second. “We’ll be upstairs checking the master room.”
“We’ll find you when we arrive, Sir.” Ashley told him before the call was ended. The two agents didn’t speak to each other the rest of the way there. When they arrived, Spencer quietly took his phone from her, putting it in his pocket with the keys while climbing out of the car. He showed his badge to get past the officers that stood at the door.
When he reached to grab a pair of gloves from the box at the door, Ashley reached around him and stole the last pair from the box he’d been just about to reach into. The last pair of the only kind of gloves he ever wore. The gloves that Aaron made sure were there for him. Feeling slightly ridiculous, Spencer looked at her, debating between embarrassment and discomfort. The discomfort he knew would come far outweighed being embarrassed. “Hey, Ashley?”
The use of her first name had her turning to look at him with surprise. Nervous and uncomfortable, Spencer chewed on the inside of his cheek. “See, uh, you just kind of reached around me there. Those are, well, those are the gloves set out for me.”
One of her eyebrows went up. “Gloves are gloves, doctor.” She told him simply. “And these ones fit me a little more snugly.” He opened his mouth to say something to her but she was already off, moving up the staircase where Morgan and Emily’s voices were echoing down.
Pushing down his irritation, he grabbed a pair of the latex gloves and put them on, grumbling to himself the entire time. He wasn’t allergic to latex, so it wasn’t technically like he had any good reason to not use them. But with his skin as sensitive to materials as it was, wearing latex often bothered him to no end. The sensation of it against his skin was not pleasant. The longer he had it on, the more it would bother him, eventually distracting him so badly that he wouldn't be able to think until he took them off.
Right at the moment he didn’t let himself dwell on that. Instead, he headed up the stairs, trying to force himself to ignore the feel of the white latex on his skin. It didn’t take him long to find where his team was at. Everyone was in the master bedroom, sifting through the closets and putting objects into a pile on the bed. There were things in bags that Spencer could see looked to be souvenirs of the women. One was a bow that he recognized from the picture of the first girl. Another was a headband—that went to victim six. An opal ring—victim two. “You found his souvenirs.” He commented when he came in.
Multiple sets of eyes turned toward him. “We weren’t sure yet.” Dave said. “But it’s a pretty safe assumption at the moment.”
“They are.” Spencer said in a confident voice. His hands fidgeted in front of him, the latex making it feel like sandpaper was rubbing over his skin. His eyes, though, had moved over to the pile of journals on the bed that Aaron had mentioned on the phone. He gravitated toward those, speaking absently. “The headband was what victim six was wearing when she was abducted. Victim two was wearing the opal ring; it was a gift that was passed down through the women in her family dating back to her great-great-great grandmother. She never took it off.”
He picked up the first notebook, skimming the first page instantly. A sick feeling rolled around in his stomach. These were definitely journals. The first page in this one was dated a year ago. Around him the others talked about what they were or weren’t finding, but he paid them no attention. Let them profile the room. The peek he’d seen in these journals told him where his talent would best be used. Just like Ashley said; they need you for your brain, not your not-so-stellar field skills.
Spencer gathered the journals and moved to the side of the room where a chair sat by a window. There he sat, taking a moment to organize the journals he had. Once they were in order, the first one starting almost two and a half years ago, he set himself to the task of reading them.
He was most of the way through the first one when he felt someone bend down beside him. “Take the gloves off, Reid. You’re twitching pretty badly.” Aaron murmured to him. Then he was gone again. Spencer didn’t even look up from reading to take off first one glove and then the next, letting out a little sigh without realizing it. He stuffed them into his pocket and then he was back to his reading, the relief almost instantaneous.
Morgan watched him out of the corner of his eye for a few minutes. Dave and Aaron had left the room already, so it was just the four younger agents left in there. They’d got most of what they could out of this room. Morgan wanted to head down the hallway a little and take a look at the office that was over there. He’d call Garcia and get to check the creep’s computer.
A thought occurred to Morgan, making him realize he could kill two birds with one stone. “Hey, Prentiss.” He nudged his partner to get her attention. “You think you got the rest of the room and Reid?”
“Yeah, we’re good, Morgan.” She answered instantly.
He smiled at her. “Good, thanks.” Turning, he looked over to where Ashley was. “Seaver, come with me. We’re going to check out the office.” Without waiting to see if she’d follow, he set off down the hall and to where the office was. No one was in there at the moment. Morgan moved straight to the desk, taking a seat in the chair behind it and opening the laptop up. “If we’re lucky, this might tell us where he’s run to or where his secondary location is.” He explained to Ashley.
She perched on the end of the desk, a friendly smile on her face. While he waited for the computer to load, he looked up at his newest coworker and tried to figure out how to ask what he wanted without letting on too much to her. “You and Reid didn’t seem too pleased when you came in.” Morgan fished lightly. He made it sound like the pair of them instead of commenting on how Ashley had looked irritated and Spencer had looked unhappy.
“He was less annoyed than I was.” Admitting that, Ashley gave Morgan a sheepish look. “I guess he’s more used to it than I am. Not that I mean to sound ungrateful to you guys or anything like that.” She rushed to say.
Morgan sat back in the chair to give her a curious look. “More used to what? What had the two of you annoyed?”
The woman looked around before looking back to him. Now that she was sure the coast was clear, she said “Well, it’s like I was telling him at the hospital. It just felt like Hotch was putting us on the babysitting job because we’re the most useless two in the field. Him with his lack of skills and me with my lack of experience.”
Shock widened Morgan’s eyes. “You said that to him?” he asked with disbelief. All signs of trying to be subtle or friendly were gone. If that was the type of conversation she’d had with Spencer, it was no wonder the kid had sounded upset on the phone and looked unhappy now!
Ashley registered his shocked tone, furrowing her eyebrows as she tried to obviously figure out what she had said wrong. “Well, yeah.” She finally answered. “We all know our roles on the team. I’m new, so mines still being figured out. His is brains. I was just kind of sympathizing with him, you know?”
“By insulting him? I’d let Reid have my back any day on the field, Seaver. He may look small or fumbling sometimes, but he’s a damn good agent. He also outranks you. I don’t ever want to hear you even insinuating that he can’t do his job. Not to his face and not to anyone else. Are we clear on that?”
Her mouth was hanging open for a moment. Shutting it, she gave a jerky nod. Morgan just glared. “Good. Now go work downstairs with Hotch and Rossi.” The last thing he wanted was to be looking at her. It took everything he had not to continue to yell at her. How dare she say something like that to Spencer? She had no idea what she was talking about with him!
To keep himself calm enough to do his job, Morgan pulled out his phone and dialed Garcia while he watched Ashley huff her way out of the office.
“Why Morgan, I was just thinking of you.” She purred in his ear in greeting. A semblance of a smile curved Morgan’s lips. “Hey, baby girl. I’ve got this guy’s laptop open in front of me. I was hoping you could work your magic and tell us what’s in it.”
“Easy peasy my stud.” After a moment of setting up the link between the two, Garcia spoke again. “While I dig here, why don’t you tell me what’s got you so glum?”
He didn’t even bother trying to figure out how she knew. She could always tell when something bothered him. “Just irritated with someone right now. Nothing for you to worry your pretty little head over.” The last thing he wanted to do was tell her. Garcia was worse than most when it came to being protective of Spencer, her little ‘doctor hunk’ as she called him sometimes.
“Derek Morgan, flattery will get you nowhere at the moment. I know you too well. Now, tell me what’s up before I go crazy.”
“The last thing we’d want is for you to go crazier.” He teased. Shifting his chair, he sifted through the desk drawers. “I told you, I’m fine. Just irritated with someone. I’ll fix it.”
“What did she do?”
Morgan raised an eyebrow, even though she couldn’t see him. “She?”
“Yes, she. I’m not stupid, Derek. What did Seaver do?”
“And what makes you say it’s her?” He asked.
Laughter came over the line, warm and clear. “Honey, if it was Em, you’d have had it out with her or you’d be stewing silently. If it was Rossi or Hotch, you’d be more vocal about it, not shy about talking. If it was Reid, you two would have either fixed it or you’d be more upset. Process of elimination, my love. Only Seaver’s left.”
“You’ve been spending way too much time around profilers, mama.”
Again, laughter. “Of course. Just like I can see you’re evading the subject. Well, you know where to find me when you’re ready to talk, Derek. I won’t press it. And there’s nothing on your man’s laptop. It’s squeaky clean.”
Sighing, Morgan pushed back from the desk and rose to his feet. “Thanks. Hopefully Reid finds something in the journals. Talk to you later, baby girl.” As soon as he hung up the phone, Morgan moved out of sight of the door and started to text.

Downstairs in the living room, Aaron and Dave were trying to figure out where this man might go to hide. “He owns no other property.” Dave pointed out. They’d already had Garcia check the owner of the house, a Curtis Bell, and see if he owned any other property. She was working up a full background on him to give to them when they arrived at the station. “Where would he feel safe using as his secondary location? It has to be somewhere isolated.”
Aaron nodded his agreement. “Somewhere he feels is charming, though. This is a seduction for him. He’s setting the scene, not intending on killing them there. This is more about romance at first for him than it is murder.”
Footsteps warned them of someone coming only moments before Ashley walked in. Everything about her was showing her annoyance and discomfort as well as how hard she was trying to contain it all. “Agent Morgan told me to come downstairs and work with you two. He thought you might need my assistance.” She told them.
The two senior profilers shared a brief look, each one catching the subtle message in this. Something had happened upstairs. Ashley wasn’t happy and Morgan had sent her down here to work with the senior agents, not something he would typically do. “We’re getting ready to head back to the station. It doesn’t look like there’s anything more we can do here for now.” Aaron finally said.
Dave pushed away from the wall that he was at. “We’ll gather the others, let them know, and meet you at the car in a minute.”
Nodding, Aaron made his way outside, stopping to let the detective there know that he and his team were heading to the station. Nothing more could be done, really, until they put together their profile and a little more understanding of the man they were up against here. Only when they learned about him would they be able to guess where he was taking the women and, hopefully, where he was currently hiding. They needed things to tie him to the crimes—something more than just suspicion.
He sat down in the driver’s seat of one of the SUV’s to wait for Dave, intending to take a few minutes to try and profile a little and plan their next move. His thoughts were interrupted when his cell phone vibrated in his pocket, letting him know he had a message coming in. A small smile lifted his lips when he saw Morgan’s name on the screen. Opening it, he scrolled over the words, worrying and chuckling at the same time at what Morgan sent him.
Morgan: I hope ur happy. I held my temper n everything
Hotchner: Seaver didn’t look happy. What happened?
While he waited for Morgan’s response, he lifted his eyes to the house, watching for the others. When his phone buzzed once more he looked back down.
Morgan: She apprntly told Reid hes useless on the field. That hes just the brains here.
Shocked, Aaron stared at the message, reading it over as if it would change it around. She’d told Spencer what? Automatically he sent back his reply.
Hotchner: R u kidding me??
Morgan: Nope. N I bet she said more 2 him than what she told me.
Hotchner: Shit. No wonder he looked so out of it
Morgan: I kno. Might have 2 keep them apart 4 2day. Maybe pair her w/ EP?
If it had been under different circumstances, Aaron never would have let someone tell him who to pair his agents with. But this was important and it involved Morgan just as much as it involved him. They were both looking out for the same person with this.
Hotchner: That works. I’ll have Dave talk 2 Seaver. 2nite we’ll talk 2 Reid and square this away.
Morgan: I’ll try 2 talk 2 him on the way 2 the station. Wish u could ride w/ us. Ur looking pretty damn good 2day ;)
Hotchner: I wish I could 2. Ur both looking good. I had 2 leave w/ Dave earlier so I wouldn’t b distracted by the 2 of u :D
Just then the front door to the house opened and the team spilled out. Aaron watched them as Dave, Emily and Seaver made their way to his SUV while Morgan and Spencer took off for the other, with Spencer carrying an open journal and Morgan holding a whole stack of them. After putting the stack in the backseat, Aaron saw Morgan take his phone out, apparently reading the last text Aaron had sent. He watched, perfectly able to see Morgan’s face, enjoying the sharp grin that suddenly spread there. Eyes lifted for a moment, meeting his across the distance, and Aaron swore he felt the heat of it shoot straight down his spine.
He cleared his throat and adjusted while the others climbed in, talking around him. Aaron let them talk. Once they were buckled, he pulled out and headed down the road, trying to not only concentrate on his driving, but also concentrate on calming down a certain part of his body. Damn Morgan for having that instant effect on him.
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