Dancing In The Morgue - Chapter 17

Baker/Fisher

I could follow you to the beginning just to relive the start; and maybe then we'd remember to slow down all of our favorite parts... All I wanted was you...

Song All I Wanted, by Paramore

Spencer Reid put his best poker face on. He wanted to act like nothing not normal happened. At all. Because if he acted like something happened, questions would be asked. And he didn't want to answer any of them. Prentiss would give him her usual what the fuck? face, Garcia would act like a worried mother, JJ would hug him and Morgan would probably assume he had sex. And Morgan would be right. And then everyone would be interested in who was the person Spencer Reid had sex with. And they wouldn't leave him alone until he spoke the truth. And the truth would shock them. And Spencer Reid would, most likely, get some sort of suspension from the FBI for having sex with a witness. So, he put his best poker face on and acted like everything was absolutely normal and he spent the afternoon of Sunday doing the same as usual: reading, studying, watching Star Trek...

"Reid, so what happened yesterday?" Prentiss asked, obviously referring to the interview that was supposed to have happened. Instead of an interview, sex happened. But Prentiss didn't know that. So Spencer just relaxed and acted like an interview happened.

"Well, she said her mother had an affair with someone named Baker who was actually a fisherman. Or someone named Fisher who was actually a baker." He calmly said, trying to get the thought of Emily's lips pressed against his, as they listened to Jeff Buckley.

"Is that serious?" Morgan asked, raising his left eyebrow, in an expression of disbelief.

"Yes, she said it was serious, she just couldn't accurately remember who the man was." Spencer said, focusing on the thoughts of what happened before the kiss and the love making. "So I think we should look for fishermen with the last name Baker, to start with."

"Okay, I can do that." Garcia said, leaving the office to the computer room, stopping by the coffee machine for fuel. "I'll let you know if I find something."

"Well, so this Baker Fisher Whatever could be our UnSub, guys." JJ said, sighing loudly. She was obviously frustrated by the fact that they didn't have much information yet. They had the handsome Brazilian guy, who was just another cocky bastard who liked sex a little too much. They had reasons to believe Mr. Bronson was actually alive, but they didn't know where he was. Either way, he was not a suspect anymore. It was now a case of serial killing. Mr. Bronson did not have any contact with the other victims, other than his wife. He had been ruled out of the suspect list when the other bodies were found.

But there was another body. A new body was found the exact moment when Garcia started looking for men named Baker in the area.

Hotchner got the phone call in the middle of the reunion. Another body. Stabbed sixty times, mostly in the abdomen. For the looks of it, been dead for no longer than forty-eight hours. The FBI needed to examine the area and the body before it was removed from the site.

"We have work to do." He announced, putting his phone back in his pocket.

Everyone looked around, at each other. Every agent in the room had the same face they usually did when something like this happened. It wasn't new. Still, it never ceased to amaze any of them. The cruelty that goes on in this world, it's always astonishing, no matter how many times you see it with your own eyes.

"Morgan, you come with me to the crime scene." Hotch said, turning to Morgan. He nodded in agreement. "You too, Prentiss."

She was a bit surprised that Hotch was actually telling her to go with him to a crime scene. But she nodded anyways. Her relationship with Hotch wasn't the best, but he was her superior for bad or worse.

The three of them left, leaving both JJ and Reid without further orders. JJ just looked over at Reid, who had a confused look on his boy-ish face. "I guess you could do your genius stuff whatever with Garcia. And I could watch." She said, smiling, expecting Reid to get the joke. He didn't, though. His IQ was abnormally high, but his social skills were probably below zero.

"Hey gorgeous!" Garcia said, looking above her shoulder and seeing both JJ and Reid entering her office. "And hello JJ." She smiled at Reid who, yet again, didn't quite get the joke.

"Oh, so I'm gorgeous, is that what you mean?" He asked, genuinely confused.

Both Garcia and JJ just looked at him and then exchanged a smile between the two of them. He was still confused. But he had gotten used to Garcia's, weird, in his opinion, sense of humor, so he just let it go.

"Okay, Garcia, so what did you find?" JJ asked, leaning towards the desk, peeping above Garcia's shoulder.

"I found a lot of Bakers. A lot of them. None of them was a fisherman. On to the Fishers. Baker Fisher. A Fisher who was a baker. This is confusing!" Garcia sighed and continued typing frantically on the computer. JJ continued peeping above her shoulder and Reid was just standing there, his arms folded on his skinny chest, his butt leaning on the side desk for comfort. He looked like he was thinking.

"Okay, we have a Fisher in Hoboken, New Jersey!" Garcia announced, happy to have found something interesting. Reid used his hips to impulse him into giving a small step ahead, separating his ass from the desk and looking attentively at the computer screen.

"He is a baker." She read the information out loud. "Patrick William Fisher. Works as an assistant baker at Carlo's Bakery."

"Isn't that the bakery from that TV show?" JJ asked.

"Yes." Garcia answered "Oh damn, the man's famous!" Garcia smiled.

"What TV show?" Reid asked, causing both of the girls to look at him, smiling at how naive the most intelligent man they've ever known could be.

"Cake Boss." JJ explained. "It's a TLC show about this Italian family who run a bakery here in Jersey. They make all sorts of cakes, from a pretty normal wedding cake to a dog and a dolphin fighting on a football field." She smiled. Garcia smiled at the mental image of an actual fight between a dog and a dolphin in some football field. Reid was still looking puzzled.

"I never watched it." He simply answered, a few seconds later, not wanting the conversation to spread into something that had nothing to do with the case.

The girls exchanged a smile and Garcia continued reading.

"He lives in Hoboken with his wife Marissa Fisher and two children, Peter and Brian." Garcia stopped reading to make her sarcastic comment of the day. "Oh wifey, your man's a cheater!"

"So now we go talk to him!" JJ said, excited for having a lead at last.

"Well, we can possibly be on the right path, finally!" Garcia exclaimed, sighing in relief.

"Hope so..." JJ simply said, glancing at Reid and noticing he looked somewhat shadier than usual. Almost sad.

"Reid, are you okay in there?" She asked, exchanging a quick worried look with Garcia.

He didn't say a thing, though, just kept losing himself in his thoughts.

"Reid?"

"I'm fine, just thinking about the case..." He lied. He was obviously thinking about Emily and replaying the moment he had spent with her, in her house, in her bed. Replaying the kisses, the sounds, the tip of her fingers brushing through his bare skin. He was replaying that in his head, over and over again. It hurt to know that it should never in this lifetime happen again. It hurt even more to think of the profound happiness he felt during those minutes he spent inside of her. Because it was a happiness he had never experienced and was probably never going to experience ever again. But he couldn't tell anyone about it.

JJ smiled. A maternal smile that meant he could talk to her whenever he felt ready to tell her what was going on. He smiled back. He could never tell anyone.