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It all started with Spencer Reid sat in coffee shop, book bag by his feet and despite his prolific nature in reading and ability to reread pages with enthusiasm he found himself bored and unable to focus, retracing over a page he couldn’t absorb despite knowing every work already, it wasn’t an unpleasant feeling, just a little stuck and not his usual sharp minded self. It had been a while now since Maeve’s death, he’d gone through the stages of moping in his home, thinking non-stop to finally being able to breathe, returned to work and ventured outside casually, every time a little easier than the last. The realisation alone quite significant that he had, after a very difficult time…he had let Maeve go. He had loved her, still held love for her, but accepted her as a love lost.
But the next step? She would have wanted him to live a happy life, that part was far from easy. Not because he couldn't imagine being with another eventually, or that they'd be compared to Maeve, but because time after time in Reid’s life, new ways were found to pull the rug out from under him. Maeve being the most recent, he was either incredibly unlucky or something was wrong with him, being a man of logic he felt inclined to the latter. Yet again he realised his eyes had stilled on the page, no progress made and so he stopped to take a sip of coffee, the scent helping his mind settle a little better.
Hearing a slight hum from his bag he checked his phone for texts, Derek Morgan, the man’s efforts only comparable to JJ’s in regularly checking up on him causing a bittersweet smile. Case and point for how messed up he was, the most handsome, popular man he’d harboured feelings for for years and one of his best friends, he felt lucky to just be that, and of course these extra feelings were wasted on the most heterosexual hunk in the country. No logic there, just butterflies in his stomach at the warm gazes, an excited electricity in his nerves with every touch and a swell in his heart at his affectionate words. Just Derek being a man of kindness of course, perhaps playful considering the nicknames, but he knew it had to be no different between them as it was with Derek and Penelope, and even then Reid was male and he had never once seen Derek interested in anyone but gorgeous ladies.
“Hi there…” came a friendly voice and Reid was startled, visibly flinching but luckily not tumbling his coffee. Having been brought to abruptly from his thoughts and under a stranger’s gaze his face heat up in a little embarrassment but the man smoothly calmed him down. “Sorry, didn't mean to spook you, I just wanted to say hi, you looked a little lost there” and finally Spencer turned his gaze fully to the friendly man in front of him who patiently waited for a response. Whoever he was he possessed very handsome features, older, dark hair with the tiniest whip of silver in his stubble, but very fit. If he had to guess form his studies on faces and genetics he would guess a grandparent was Korean, and form the accent he likely lived in the Mid-Atlantic states, if he had to guess perhaps Delaware.
“Uh, no problem, I was in my own head” Reid admitted shyly.
The man was instantly friendly and charming, he never took a seat he wasn’t invited to, but introduced himself as Michael and said how much he liked the name Spencer when he was told it, he asked what book the younger man was reading and from there he was invited to sit and the conversation flowed. Eventually Reid found himself in that social cornering of not knowing how much to say, he’d insinuated he hadn’t been out much for a while and when that was pressed he explained about Maeve, not in great detail but didn’t shy away from the fact that she was shot.
“I’m so sorry for your loss, that’s awful, how long were you together?” Michaels caring voice was genuine and Reid found that he liked having someone listen that wasn’t heavy hearted or overly dutiful, he might never see Michael again and he kind of enjoyed the light exchange. The tone never got sad or low, he had a habit of making things awkward, but instead they volleyed and talked positively.
“Just over six months, it know it doesn't seem long bu-“
“A fantastic hour can make someone important to you, six months is plenty to miss,” came the reassuring words form Michael and from there Reid completely put away his book into his bag and they engaged in conversation, mostly about books and some about life though no great specifics were given. After a few jokes and the pair became significantly more comfortable, pretty sure the other was genuinely as they seemed, came the first moment of Michael turning a little unsure “I can’t help this, nah, never mind.”
“What?” Reid asked with a smile, curiously.
“I hope this doesn't offend, but I was a little surprised to hear you had a girlfriend” came the words carefully.
“I’m not a jock and look young, I get i-’” Reid naturally said understanding he might come across thoroughly awkward and solitary but he was interrupted by a surprised Michael saying he had misunderstood.
“No, not at all, sorry, I meant I thought you might say ‘boyfriend’, gay-dar really was a myth, huh” he explained sheepishly and hoped he hadn’t offended the younger too badly.
“Oh,” Spencer realised just what was being asked, “well it’s not completely off, I'm not totally straight, no offence taken.” Reid was either bi or pan, he had never explored enough of the topic to know or care which really, he just knew that if Maeve had been male he would have loved that mind and person regardless but also could find physical attributes, masculine or feminine, to be visually attractive.
“That’s a relief” Michael said, glad o have not alienated Spencer, “I have a tendency to be a little too bold. and for what its worth, no…you’re not a jock, but I think you're gorgeous” came the smooth compliment and an instant blush attacked his skin, polite chat turned unexpectedly to something more flirtatious, though Reid had to remind himself how blind he could be to such advances and it might have been flirtatious from the start. “And before you dismiss it, I mean it, whoever made you think you didn’t look utterly datable had really poor taste. their loss” he said with a smile and sipped his own coffee.
“Well, thank you…” he accepted and did not discourage the development in their chat and so it began, Michael talked a little about himself, but slid in compliments to Spencer wherever he could and eventually “you got anywhere to be?” was asked.
“My day off” Reid answered.
“I wish that was the same for me, got work at 12” which meant just over a couple hours “and id really like to get to kn-“
“I’m really not in a place to be dating people right now, not like that” Reid blurted, the idea of Michael asking to go on a date and having to say no an instant unpleasantness in his soul, and he worried he may have lead him on too much or just made everything awkward, he had just enjoyed the light talking and even the flirting as they were.
“That’s fine, you don’t want a date” Michael summarised, taking it in stride when he smiled gently and asked quietly so just the two of them could hear “if you’re not looking for a boyfriend now, or ever…what about just sex?”
Reid nearly choked on his coffee at what Michael just so brazenly suggested, but the eye contact and body language had Spencer realise he was serious, he’d never had a relationship that was just sex, and certainly never where the offer was so very forward “you did say you were bold” Reid said with a smile only making the older man smirk.
“You don't have to, obviously, I just think you're really hot and I'm single so…worth a shot, no answer needed anyway, I could give you my numbe-”
“You got time right now?” Spencer cut him off, sure it seemed reckless but others did it all the time, how many women had Derek or Rossi taken home from bars over the years, others had college flings and whatever else in their pasts, and while he felt nervous i also felt needed. To feel something, he was always so safe and a fat lot of good that ever did him, so maybe something fun and just that could happen.
“For you, absolutely.”
Michael’s apartment was nearby, Reid couldn’t help but be in his head over what he’d just agreed to, but the man seemed kind and certainly patient so tried to tell himself to just stay calm and have some fun for once. The house was neat from what he saw, but that wasn’t much as the moment the door closed Michael stood in front of him and confidently swooped in for a kiss. It was his first time with a man, the kissing alone different from being with a woman, the strong jaw, the height, the broad shoulders, he felt surrounded by the man and those alone turned him on more than he would have expected. The large hands so completely held his hips and being pressed against the fit, solid body sent a shiver up his spine.
Instinctually he found himself kissing back but never dominating, as Michael’s tongue deepened the kiss a moan escaped him and before he could think to be embarrassed Michael pulled away and said in a gruff voice “I’d romance you as long as you wanted if we had more time, you want to take this to the bedroom?” and with a smile Reid nodded before Michael lead the way. With more kisses and clothing stripped garment by garment falling to the floor, the rough sensation of stubble over pale skin as kisses, nips and nibbled trailed down the younger’s neck and chest had Spencer breathless and with some excitement the genius found himself pinned on the bed beneath the mature man.
“You done this before?” Michael asked without judgement, at that moment also running one hand over Reid’s clothed erection and taking a pink nipple into his mouth playfully.
Deciding to be truthful with what little blood was still in his brain, fingers in Michael’s dark hair enjoying all the sensations waling over his body, something so pleasing about letting his mind wander and just have the weight of another on top of him, when Michael started to grind against him with a heavy clothed erection Reid couldn’t think straight but made sure to get the words out. “N-not…with a man, I’ve never…” he wasn’t made to say the rest when particularly delicious friction between them made both moan.
The newbie was treated with care, Michael mentioning he had been a ‘daddy’ to a fair few and despite his innocence the agent was aware of the slang and knowing what it meant from cases with in the gay community and Reid was thankful for the guidance the experienced man provided. His mind took a backseat for a little while, he didn't have t think, just feel, under more experienced hands he he found himself stripped bare completely and wanting to show his newbie how to suck cock, first by showing how it was done, took the younger man’s member into his mouth with vigour. The noises escaping that pale throat were noting short of pornographic and better yet as they were completely real. How he spread his legs in neediness screamed a natural bottom, and taking a moment from sucking to tell him such made the younger’s skin flush redder. And though in some insecurity Reid momentarily thought he should protest, perhaps try to claim some position as though it made him more in control, he decided against it, he knew how silly it was, a shallow grasp for the ego and he couldn't deny his urge to be fucked into the mattress and just how good he already felt. How he didn't want to think or be responsible for a little while.
The stubble against his skin only made him quiver and chase the friction, shallow thrusts into the older man’s mouth with cute little moans the whole time served to make both hard as hell. While he was a good teacher, they didn’t exactly have all day, and so the older man reached into his bedside drawer never leaving his task bobbing over the younger’s desperate cock and found a small bottle of lube. Reid knew what was next and tensed a little, nerves getting the better of him as he entered untrodden territory not just in sex but for his body alone, but as a slick finger teased his hole he gasped in excitement and sensation. Slowly the finger pushed inside, swallowed by the tight heat of Spencer’s virginity and started to thrust in and out being sure to let him relax and loosen up.
“You alright there, Spencer?” Michael asked in a low voice after ceasing his sucking, the fingering not missing a beat and he watched Reid’s hardness leak against his abdomen in quite the erotic sight. A second finger prodded his rim before pressing inside along the other, immediately scissoring and stretching the young man drawing out a breathy moan. The stretch burning ever so slightly but Reid had experienced much, much worse and the pleasure overwhelmed any complaints.
“Mmhm…good” he managed to voice, a little self conscious lying on strangers bed, he could tell the man smoked as he could smell it faintly on the sheets, and though he thoroughly disliked it he enjoying knowing it didn’t matter, there was no commitment and he didn’t mind it for a little while. Adding a third finger Spencer bite his lip as the digits pushed against tight muscles and he wondered how the hell Michael was even going to fit, but despite the discomfort for some unknown reason he enjoyed that just as much as any gentility. Instinctually Spencer spread his legs and before he could grow bashful a large hand pressed to his thigh holding it there “you like that? so hot…” and the fingers pressed deeper inside of him, hitting a spot that made Spencer see stars.
The sensation unlike anything he’d felt before, he'd heard of this but never felt it; this ‘daddy’ knew what he was doing, playing Reid’s body like a fiddle with talented fingers and even once prepared he took the time to stop, pulling his fingers out leaving a whimpering Reid with an empty, wet feeling inside. Moving to stand by the bed Michael pulled down his boxers and revealed the large dick and gestured for Spencer to get closer. With a dazedness but eager to learn he did as asked, Michael’s words of “doing so well, now I want you to try with me, go slow” spurring him on.
With a gulp the profiler shyly took the head into his mouth, careful of his teeth and familiarising with the weight against his tongue. He felt a little awkward at first but the older man didn't laugh, he appreciated every part and muttering words of praise and advice and quickly the younger was showing a natural flair. He went from focusing and unsure to bobbing, sucking, tonguing the slit and humming around the large cock in his mouth, the moans form the older man felt good to hear, just as any words of praise he knew he was doing something right. Manly hands guided his movements and eventually Michael decided Spencer was confident enough that he could buck and thrust into the eager little mouth.
The fast learner surprised the older when he combined tonguing the slit with a strong suck and swallowing a great deal of the hard dick at once making him buck hard and without control, Spencer choked slightly but recovered quickly “sorry, Spencer, felt too good, you okay?” he asked gruffly only for Spencer to suck him harder. “Fuck, quick learner huh” breathlessly complimenting him. “All fours and face the head board” came the abrupt command and after locking eyes, a moan escaping the older man at the sight, Spencer let the cock leave his lips in one slow suck along the shaft. Obeying, he moved onto a better position on the plush bed on all fours and felt very exposed like he could sense the eyes tracing his body. Before self consciousness could settle in fingers at his entrance again made any thoughts fade away, looking over his shoulder enough to see Michael lube up his member and guide head to the brunette's backside.
Slowly pushing inside of the younger man, hands massaging Spencer’s hips as he firmly inched the thick cock deeper, a gentle knee nudged the long legs further apart and Spencer let out a gasp at the sensation of being breeched for the first time. In the mixture of pleasure and tension Spencer’s mind went completely blank, even in his sleep that never happened, and his own hardness throbbed at the flurry of different sensations running through his body. Both breathless and panting already Michael was only half way inside when he started thrusting in shallow movements seeking some relief while also loosening up the virgin passage.
Reid felt the rod inside him start to inch deeper every few thrusts but all he could focus on was taking what was given to him, pressing back against the thick cock in rhythm and the sound of flesh against flesh. Eventually Michael sheathed himself fully inside the tight virgin heat and a strangled gasp left the lithe young man at feeling so full and stretched. “So good, doing so well, taking all of me like that” came the gruff praise that made Spencer’s dick throb and when a hand snaked around his body and started playing with an erect nipple playfully and that dick hit a powerful bundle of nerves inside him he became a mewling mess under the older man..
“Keep talking, please” the genius whispered, thrusting back to meet the forceful hips behind him, his mind only thinking far enough to know how much he liked hearing those words.
“You like that? Hearing how much I like being buried inside you, taking your virginity and how good you look riding my cock” the daddy all but growled in the younger’s ear receiving a deep, needy moan. A pressure built in Spencer’s groin and he knew he was close, Michael wasn't even touching his cock yet but every time he hit that spot inside him the world just melted away and became brighter, more vibrant and the moans escaping his lips he was only half aware were his own.
“Fuck” Spencer swore uncharacteristically, the slap of flesh against flesh obscene and as Michael reached his hand lower, trailing teasingly over Spencer’s flat stomach to take hold of the weeping cock, stroking it firmly Spencer’s lewd moans left nothing tot he neighbour’s imaginations. “I’m glad you're not a jock,” Michael started, “it looks so good, your little ass taking all of my dick, like you were made for it” and as the hand moved from his hip knowing full well Spencer would continue riding him hard and fast the groped the younger man’s ass, massaging the flesh there.
Muttering nonsensical nothings Spencer was in a hazy bliss “hmn…fu- c-close” he managed and to his joy heard Michael continue his erotic praise. “You really are a needy little bottom aren't you, such a talented little slut” and with just the right slam of the hips against his prostate and that unrelenting stroking hand Spencer came with a moan, his whole body tensing and shuddering as the pleasure overwhelmed him. “Good boy” Michael whispered knowing Spencer had climaxed across the sheets and still continued to buck against him, Spencer felt on cloud nine, in his daze he still noticed Michael’s hips pick up pace, hips ramming against him and quickly become erratic in rhythm.
There was an unexpected excitement as Michael just focused on using him to reach his own climax, to bury himself deep inside the slim brunette to seek his finish, thrusting, deep and desperate before coming, wetness splashing inside of the younger man’s body and both panting hard as they rode out their orgasms. Spencer all bus collapsed on the bed, avoiding the wet spot his knees felt wobbly and hands uncoordinated, Michael meanwhile turned the younger to kiss him, devouring his lips as he continued to grind through the last of his climax before carefully pulling out.
The experience of that alone quite a realisation for Spencer, to suddenly feel himself be so open and used, empty almost. “You, Spencer have a real talent,” chuckled Michael still panting, and while they continued to kiss it was more about chasing contact and pleasure than anything longing which Spencer was grateful for.After taking some time to get their breathing back to normal the pair found themselves seated not he edge of the bed, Spencer careful of his tender bottom.
“You think so?” Spencer replied with a tired smile.
“Yeah, I know so,” Michael reassured, and continued to give him several compliments, careful of the first timer and letting him know that he really did do a fantastic job when Michael’s eyes fell on his alarm clock “uh, not to be a dick but I need to get showered and-”
“No, of course, don't be late” Spencer spoke in a friendly tone, feeling a little odd hanging around and completely nude he felt some relief that he wasn’t expected to be overly social despite what had just occurred between them, it really was the balance he needed in his life right now.
“You were great, I’ll give you my number before you go” Michael said placing a hot kiss to Spencer’s cheek.
“Go on, get showered” Reid said and the older man felt a bit better about nipping away so quickly.
Reid felt a slight giddiness thinking about the unexpected events of his morning, he had fun and it went great, to top it off he was awkward and didn't do small talk, and post coital cuddling? for someone special perhaps, but otherwise it was just uncomfortable, with these flings and one night stands? he started to understand why some people liked them so much, it wasn’t about a notch on his bed post or any machismo thing, but he felt good, sated for a while and not bogged down i his thoughts.
Standing on shaky legs up Spencer hazily went about picking up his clothes and getting dressed clumsily at times but eventually did manage to look not quite so debauched. He figured Michael wouldn’t mind him borrowing the hairbrush to quickly fix his sex hair and as Spencer returned it to it’s place he gazed at the dishevelled bed. It’s obscenely used sheets and his own seed spilled across it, and better yet he didn't have to deal with it, he had been praised for it, and letting out a deep breath he heard the man in the shower and decided he needn't even stick around. Instead he found a pen and memo pad and wrote down his number along with a small note of “thanks for the lesson, had a greta time but need to get going, Spencer” even thought he only place he had to go was his own home to relax and read, and with all his things he left the apartment feeling lighter than he had in a long, long time.
The rest of the day all he focused on were his own needs, at times he just stood daydreaming, and not about Maeve or his problems as he was accustomed, just going over the fun of it, how good it felt and still felt in him. He was sore but he was thoroughly satisfied, the ache like a physical echo of his morning and he enjoyed every bit of it. Furthermore he wasn't worried for any pleasure received, usually good things came at a cost for him, instead that evening when he received the voicemail from Michael saying how he had enjoyed teaching him and to call any time he wanted ‘extra credit’ or just to ‘practice’ to feel free and call. Spencer knew he could and have a good time, or not and be left alone without stress or pressure to act on anything, both options, and the very fact that those were his options, light and fun and on his own terms, he liked.
That was just the beginning, after working another case he soon he found himself at the library, a man he’d seen there a few times called Nick whom had outright asked him on a date before had Spencer wondering if he could learn from Michael’s boldness as well as the bedroom. So he said a polite hello and started to chat, eventually finding the right window to ask directly if after his shift he wanted to have some fun, not a date, just fun. Like a blur he somehow went from flirting to on the man’s couch being screwed relentlessly into the cushions, legs over the Nick’s broad shoulders and moaning lewdly. And so it began, taking casual lovers and one night stands. Other’s found their time to experiment and get wild and this was Spencer’s. He never resorted to chat rooms or anything of the sort, beyond being a technophobe he knew the risks, not just of online connections but from taking away the accountably of being local. Some would think that was the last thing you want, for anyone to know, but it made things safer, also Virginia was a big place with lots of people, and seeing the odd person around was an instant factor to increase safety and true enough nothing bad seemed to happen.
He may have misjudged some characters, he always attracted a top and was able to sate his needs but having had a gentle introduction he found some could be rough, but he didn't mind, in fact it felt good, knowing someone was pounding into him, finding tier release in him and equally he could withstand it and enjoy it without consequences. One man he’d had to tell he wasn't into ‘humiliation talk’ and instead liked to be praised, it was easily done after than and any roughness in his thrusts or handling more than welcomed so long as he was told he was a ‘good boy’ for taking it so well. He knew what he was doing, he wasn't blind, but just like some take a hobby however inconvenient to distract from the challenges of life - that’s what he was doing, and as for the kink there were far worse ones as a consenting adult with other consenting adults. Soon enough he had a prolific few months of new lovers, a couple he didn't even know their names and for a guy not great at networking quickly realised the power of asking about friends that would be into a one night stand, one guy could lead him to another three and so on. It was a hobby that was flexible around work, and didn't feel like it took more than it gave.
It was one Thursday afternoon that Spencer was getting dressed and ready to go meet for another casual encounter, revisiting a reliable good time with Michael, when he was ready to go he heard a knock at the door and hoped it was just a parcel or something just as simple. Instead as Spencer opened the door to reveal a very, and consistently, handsome Derek Morgan he was brought from his thoughts to his unexpected company “oh hey, Derek, what’s up?”
With a warm smile to make your heart melt Morgan lightly spoke “nuthin’ much, pretty boy, just swingin’ by to check you're alright, you going somewhere?” noticing the younger man was dressed complete with shoes on his day off, usually if he was to lounge about the house he did so in his oddly matched socks.
“Uh, I was going to the library, just for some quiet time” Spencer lied but kept his tone light.
“You want some company?”
“Um, no I’m good, thanks though, I would rather just get lost in a good book.”
Accepting his lie Spencer felt a little guilty, and while he knew friends often shared tales of their exploits it really wasn’t something Spencer was wanting to share but he did give Morgan his time and the pair chatted. There came a point where the conversation shifted and Morgan made sure to let Spencer know “you know you can talk to me right, boy wonder?” before bringing him into a comforting, but friendly, hug. It kind of hurt to be hugged by him sometimes, especially now as Reid knew how good it could feel with a man, his ideas of being with Morgan all that more vivid, but if all they could ever be was friends he’d count himself lucky.
Derek meanwhile missed Reid something terrible, sure they had cases together but something was off and any excuse to be in the man’s company was great, he’d had feelings for Spencer for a long time, longer than even he had fully realised. At first he thought it was just a friendly thing, amazed by him and that impossible mind of his, but as time went on the ache for him got harder to deal with, or rather to ignore. When he'd realised about the genius’ relationship with Maeve, how brilliant they both were, instantly he felt intimidated by just what type of person Reid seemed to be taken with. As smart as Derek was or strategic as he could be, he wasn’t a genius like them and so he just continued to be the best friend he could be for Spencer.
“Yeah I know, thanks Derek” Spencer said softly trying o look anywhere but those dark, warm eyes and both were about to leave earn both phones went off, with a sigh neither needed to look to know just what that meant - a new case.
“Work never ends, huh?”
Reid felt the creeping unpleasantness of frustration as he made his way into the BAU headquarters, he’d found a quick moment to cancel with Michael, they’d made the plans in the morning and Michael would have only just finished work as Reid left his home so hopefully he saw the text message quickly and was not too disappointed for the evening. It wasn’t so much about the sex, though that was definitely fun, but most of all he looked forward to a long session of letting his mind wander and be thoroughly distracted and instead he’d be doing the opposite, at least it was for work which was interesting and potentially did some good and not just focusing on his personal issues.
“You okay, pretty boy?” Morgan asked quietly, noticing him being in his own mind even more than usual.
“Yeah, just tired” Spencer tried and although Derek didn't fully buy it he decided not to press and focus was quickly stolen as everyone seated and Hotch and Garcia started the briefing.
Hotch started in his usual stoic manner “we have a local case, four murders all with the same methodology over the last two weeks, all murders were committed in the victims homes and their living rooms, most lived alone or with a roommate and the attacks were committed when the victim was alone with no signs of forced entry. The killer is male, we know this as he left traces of semen at the scene.”
It was then that Penelope pressed for the screen to fill with images of the murder scenes, the first set of photos mostly close up shots of mutilations done to the bodies including violent and repeated stab wounds as well as the sites being completely trashed, objects thrown and smashed in a chaotic fashion. “Despite appearances there was no struggle, all victims were found to be heavily sedated, we believe they were awake but unable to fight back making us believe this UNSUB may be of slim build or have some physical compromise as reason to subdue them. Found from patterns in the blood spatters that the mess in there homes was caused post mortem, as though in a rage.”
“What was the cause of death?” Blake asked.
“All of the victims were stabbed multiple times, over the torso, groin and eventually the throat, we believe the throat is the last area to be attacked and that’s what kills them” the blonde techy said trying to not turn and look at the pictures on the screen.
“Was any match for the semen found in the system?” Rossi said, curious if this was a new offender.
Garcia was quick to reply “nada, our dirty doer is ironically squeaky clean.”
“Were they raped?” Derek asked, trying to determine the unsub’s motivation.
“No signs of penetration were found, it’s possible he may fulfil this need by stabbing the victims. It’s likely he drugs and stabs them in the torso, then masturbates, likely to show dominance, before finishing the mutilation to the groin and kill focusing on the throat” said Hotch looking over the autopsy reports.
Reid then asked in regards to victimology “what links the victims?”
It was Penelope who answered with what little she could “out of the four - three were gay, one’s family claimed him to be straight but his roommate shed the light on that being false, bisexual, otherwise that’s our only connection. They vary in age, race, education, occupation. They're fit but otherwise the physical attributes vary.” It was then Garcia pressed for the next slide to show up and all four identities of the victims flashed on screen, profile photographs and details making the young genius suddenly freeze and breathing catch in his throat. At first this went unnoticed as she continued “we’ve spoken to the family, friends, neighbours and other than being attracted to men and being physically fit males there doesn't seem to be any connection.”
“Could this be a hate crime? He mutilated their genitals so this could be a form of castration or to punish their sexuality” Blake offered, also not noticing how pale the already fair skinned doctor had turned.
Rossi adding input to the topic at hand “it’s unlikely he would take sexual pleasure from that, the need to masturbate and dominate these men might be more of a motive, show power an-“
“Reid?” Morgan asks interrupting, his warm eyes having caught the shocked and worried expression causing instant concern.
“Whats wrong?” Hotch asked Spencer directly gaining the whole team’s attention and making them thoroughly curious, not just about what he might say for the case but just why he was so hesitant and seemed to be struggling with whatever information he had. Spencer meanwhile was trying not to scream or yell or break down crying, he knew all four, knew them intimately. And while his logical brain told him the link was so unlikely to be anything else he tried to tell himself he was overreacting or jumping the gun, not wanting to believe yet again life was finding a way to screw him over and take away what was supposed to be a harmless and private bit of fun in his life.
“I…I think I know a connection” he managed though his mind still made it difficult to speak.
“What is it?” JJ asked gently, just as confused as the rest of the team.
“…Me.”