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“Guys,” I called back to the team, attempting to keep my voice even. “I think we need to rethink our profile.”
Turning my head, I saw Derek Morgan’s eyebrows raise slightly, disbelief evident on his face. “Alright, how do you figure?”
“Nothing about the unsub being a man fits,” I began. “Garcia has been over every single inch of their lives and she can’t find any shred of evidence that any of our victims were gay.”
“It’s not uncommon for most men that are closeted to be deeply private,” Prentiss chimed in.
I shook my head, turning my body to face the team as they sat around the table. “I could buy that if it was one victim. But all 4? All so in the closet and so careful that Garcia couldn’t find anything?” Derek made a noise of agreement, having the upmost faith in his girl, always. “Think about it, we haven’t been able to find any DNA on any of the vics. We found semen on their chest and stomach, but it was always their own. And the M.E. found signs of lubricant in there…” I waved my hand widely, gesturing at nothing in particular. I was comfortable with the team, I really was. But I really didn’t want to say, ‘the M.E. said they’d been pounded recently,’ in front of my unit chef.
Clearing my throat, I continued. “There was no DNA. A condom could explain the latex that was found, but that doesn’t fit either based on the chemical breakdown of the lube.” I took a breath, steeling myself and schooling my face so I gave nothing away. “The men all fit the same physical type. They’re all dominant men, brown hair, mid-30’s, attractive…It’s not uncommon for men in high power jobs to be submissive in the bedroom. They want to give up that control.”
“…So, you think that our unsub is a female? And that these men wanted her to…” the pretty boy’s voice faltered as I turned my eyes towards him. The tips of his ears went a little pink as he cleared his throat. It was probably wrong of me to find his discomfort so attractive and endearing.
“I think they wanted a woman to dominate them,” I finished for him.
Aaron Hotchner, the BAU’s unit chef, frowned; his usual scowl shifting into a more thoughtful scowl. “So, you think the unsub met these men, and they engaged in consensual sex with her.” It wasn’t a question; I could see the wheels turning in his mind. “She might be a part of the BDSM community, if so.”
I let out a small sigh of relief, thankful he’d brought up that point, so I didn’t have to. Keeping a secret in a room full of profilers was difficult enough. I was afraid if I seemed too knowledgeable about the community they’d begin to suspect something.
I wasn’t surprised when they ever present voice of reason and doubt piped up. “Okay, maybe,” Derek said, his mouth open slightly, his tongue pressed behind his front teeth as he thought. “But what about the text messages Garcia found? The third victim was having a sexual exchange over text message. He called the unsub “daddy.”
I scoffed, “You think only men can be called daddy?” Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Reid’s head snap up and looked at me curiously. Fuck.
Morgan continued. “Well, little missy, have you ever been called daddy?” I don’t know if it was the condescending way he said it, or the tiny laugh that left him right afterward that made me be so honest in my answer.
“Yes, Morgan. I have. More than once.”
Fuck.
Derek looked bewildered for a second before he smirked, Prentiss tried to hide her smile behind her hand, Hotch looked at me unflinchingly, as if nothing surprised him. I tried to keep my eyes trained on the 3 of them, but I couldn’t help myself, I had to look at him.
My eyes drifted over to the BAU’s resident genius, our pretty boy, Dr. Spencer Reid. His eyes were wide as he stared at me, the apples of his cheeks stained pink. I saw his tongue poke out of side of his mouth before he licked his full pink lips. He really was a pretty boy, with his angular cheek bones, permanently messy hair, and a jaw line that could cut glass. I always found myself focusing on different parts of him. The tendons of his forearms, the veins that ran down to his hands; his hands were so big, his fingers were long. My mind would wonder to how pretty they’d look gripping my bedsheets when I-
Stop. Focus.
Sweeping my gaze away from the pretty boy, I settled back on Hotch. He met my gaze evenly, not an ounce of surprise was present in those dark eyes. “Alright. Morgan, ask Garcia to look into the lives of the victims from this angle. Prentiss, when JJ gets back, I want you two to go re-interview the Johnson’s and the Wilson’s.” He swept his gaze back to the case board behind me. “Reid, you stay here and keep working on the geographic profile. Y/n,” his gaze seemed to bore into me. “You stay here with Morgan and explore this theory more. I’m going to go talk to the other two families again.”
He stood and the whole team sprung into action. I couldn’t focus on any of them though. My gaze kept coming back to Spencer; with his warm brown eyes fixed on my face, his bottom lip trapped between his teeth.
All you have to do is ask, Dr. Reid, I thought to myself. I would show him anything he wanted, if only he asked.
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I’m not sure how much time had passed; things began to move quickly after Garcia found BDSM pornography in all the victim’s internet search history. Morgan and Prentiss had gone back to the bar the last victim was at the night he died. Hotch was speaking to the local police, telling them to be delicate with this information, no doubt. JJ had stepped into her old role, briefly, drafting a press release.
And here I was, staring at a case board in a conference room in bumfuck Nebraska, with a curious genius pretending not to watch me out of the corner of his eye.
“If you have something to say, just say it, Doc.”
His shoulder’s stiffened, uncomfortable that I had called him out so abruptly.
“W-why would you think I had something to say? I haven’t been able to narrow down the comfort zone any-“
I cut him off. “What you want to ask me isn’t about the case, Doc. Go ahead. We’re friends,” I couldn’t help the small smile that turned my lips upward. “You don’t need to be embarrassed with me.”
Spencer’s fingers tapped against the file in his right hand; his posture shifted slightly as he turned from the map and faced me head on. His eyes looked me up and down quickly before his tongue – that goddamn tongue- came out to wet his lips again. “How did you know all of that? The stuff you told Morgan, I mean. Or how the unsub was a woman?” His voice got stronger the longer he spoke, “was this something you’ve seen before?”
I smirked at him. He really was just too fucking cute. “I saw my fair share of things before I joined the BAU,” I began. “But no, Doc. That’s not how I knew.”
His brows drew together as a frown marred his pretty face. “You didn’t answer my question.”
“No, I didn’t did I?” I couldn’t help myself. I tried, I really did, but I just couldn’t let this opportunity pass me by. I stalked towards him, my steps slow and purposeful. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed nervously. He didn’t back up though, which was encouraging. I stopped in front of him, close enough that I could look into his eyes and see the tiny flecks of gold, close enough that if I turned and walked away my arm would brush him. But I wasn’t touching him. Not yet. I licked my lips before I spoke again, my voice much quieter, softer. “Ask me what you really want to know, Spencer.”
Maybe it was because I never used his name, maybe it was just his natural curiosity, but he was thrown off enough to ask me what he really wanted to know. “Have you done this before?”
I glanced around to make sure no one had walked into the room, because what I was about to say was completely unprofessional; but I had to.
“Done what? Have I tied men to a bed? Have I blindfolded them while I touched them? Have I made them beg for me to fuck them?” Spencer’s mouth opened slightly, his breathing getting heavier as I went on. “Have I fucked them in their pretty little asses while I used my hands on their cocks until they were promising to do anything for me?”
I waited a beat, my face a mask of indifference; but, Spencer was a profiler, he could tell I wasn’t indifferent. He gave a shaky nod of affirmation.
Tilting my head to the side slightly, I let a smile spread over my face before I leaned closer to him, like I was sharing a secret.
“Yes, Dr. Reid, I have.”