Dancing In The Morgue - Chapter 8

Ocean Avenue

No object is so beautiful that, under certain conditions, it will not look ugly.

- Oscar Wilde

"Talk to me, baby." Morgan said sweetly to Garcia, when he picked up the phone, causing her to put a genuine smile on her fuscia tainted lips.

Penélope Garcia was back in her office, the one the FBI had arranged for her in Jersey, filled with the best high-tech computers in the world and all the equipment she needed in order to find out, faster than anyone else, whatever the team needed.

"Okay, baby, so I found out that they lived six blocks away from each other." she started "Now, West Long Branch is not a big city, but it's still big enough to have hundreds of coffee shops and parks that both of them could possibly go to, HOWEVER both of these women had VIP memberships to a gym." Garcia said all of this from a single breath. Morgan smiled. He loved that feeling of something clicking in his brain. "I'm not over yet, babe!" she laughed.

"Oh so there's more?" Morgan asked, playfully.

"You bet, dark chocolate!" She smiled, franticly typing on one of the computers in her office. "They both had a personal trainer." she smiled "And it was the same guy. I know, I'm a genius."

"So, who's this guy, Garcia?" JJ asked, like she had something on her mind. Maybe he had just become their suspect.

"Okay, so his name is Kayan Gomes, I'm sending you a picture right now as we speak." she said, as she started working on sending the photo to Moragn's iPhone. "Born in Brazil" She furrowed her brows and approached her head to the screen. The name of his hometown was hard to read. "Por-toh de... Ga... Galin-has." she stuttered, like a dyslexic kid trying to read a long word.

"Porto de Galinhas." Reid corrected. "See, in Portuguese, an N next to an H is pronounced like the ñ in Spanish, so the correct pronunciation isgalinhas, like piñata."

"Thank you, Reid!" she ironically said "Not only are you a pretty boy, you're also a genius!" Everyone laughed, except for Reid, who wasn't sure wether Garcia was actually letting him know she found him pretty, or if she was merely joking. He just furrowed his brows for a second, making his bestwhat the fuck? face.

"This guy lives literally next door to the gym, in Ocean Avenue, number 23." Garcia informed, while the team members looked at each other, the same thought going through all of their minds: Time to hit the road!.

"Thank you, baby, you're the best." Morgan blinked, hanging up the video call. His iPhone beeped right afterwards, seeing he had received a picture message.

He opened the message, seeing the picture of the Brazilian guy.

Reid peeped from above Morgan's shoulder, looking at the photo before everyone else had a chance to.

"Oh wow!" Reid exclaimed, regardless of how gay he may have sounded, causing all of his team members to giggle.

"Well, since Reid likes the guy so much, he's going with Prentiss to the Gold Gym's." Rossi started delivering assignments. Prentiss nodded when she heard her own name, then turned her head to Spencer, who also nodded in agreement, still a little hurt by Rossi's joke.

"Morgan and JJ, you two will talk to the people in the neighborhood, to see if anyone knows anything about the Wiseners, if anyone saw or heard something suspicious... you know what that's like." Rossi continued, turning to Morgan, than to Jennifer. They both also nodded, glancing at each other.

"Hotch." He said, turning to Aaron Hotchner "you are going to talk to this Emily Bronson girl, she is an eye witness and the biggest lead we have on this case, so we need her." Hotch gave him a look that clearly said yes.

"We need to make sure this is a serial killer we're dealing with right here, so Prentiss and Reid, pay close attention to this Kayan's every move." Rossi continued, looking again at both Spencer and Emily, who were standing next to each other, preparing to leave. "We need to make sure if he really is our suspect, in case there really is something to suspect about."

Having said this, Rossi prepared to leave, as did everyone else. All of the members of the BAU gave one last look to each other, a Good Luck look.



Reid and Prentiss got to the gym, a white building with black awnings and golden letters imprinted on them where you could read the words GOLD'S GYM, really bold and big, golden to match the gym's name.

They both got in, looking around examining the facility. Seemed expensive and exclusive, overall. There was a good-looking young woman in the reception.

"Good morning, how can I help you?" the woman smiled, flipping her fake blonde hair back. She looked way too confident, even for someone who looked that good. All of her facial expressions looked as though she had trained them in front of a mirror for days, before she got them perfectly designed.

"Agents Prentiss and Reid, with the FBI." Prentiss said, arrogantly, showing her badge and making a sign for Reid to do the same. He also showed his badge to the girl, noticing the name tag on her golden and black uniform. Thays Ferrer.

"Miss Ferrer, we're looking for a personal trainer by the name of Kayan Gomes." Reid said, with a much nicer tone than Prentiss, showing the picture of Kayan on his iPhone, that Garcia had sent to the entire team.

"Oh yeah." Ferrer said, an obnoxious grin upon her face. "I'll call him."



"Do you know this woman?" Prentiss asked a very arrogant Kayan, who was looking down on both Reid and Prentiss like he felt superior to them, just because he was taller, even than Reid, and a lot more buff than the agent. He showed Kayan the picture of Emily's mother.

"Yes. Katheryn Bronson, lovely woman, miss her deeply." He said, with his rough voice, a slight African-American accent, a grin on his face as he said he missed her.

"How about this one?" Reid asked again, showing him a photo of Mrs. Wisener.

"Sure. Wisener, Martha. Such a tragedy." He said that as if he wasn't sorry for her at all. He had his buff arms folded over his toned chest, even more tones than Derek Morgan. Reid thanked God he had a gun, otherwise he would never in this lifetime stand a chance against a man this big, especially a personal trainer who would probably know how to use every single muscle in his six foot three inches tall body.

"Were you sexually involved with any of them?" Reid asked, looking him in the eyes, showing him he wasn't afraid. He wasn't. Reid actually believed the best way to defeat a man was using the power of your mind and intelligence to make your opponent give up the idea of beating you up.

Kayan grinned, a very insolent smile on his face.

"What did you say your name was? Reid, right?" He asked, again with a superior tone, like he felt better than Reid. "If you are saying that I'm suspect of murdering these women, than you're wrong."

"Did you or did you not have sexual relations with these two women, Mr. Gomes?"

Spencer Reid was angry. He was angry like seldom before.