*Daydreaming Genius*

(Reid's P.O.V)

"We've narrowed our search down to seven; all of them work at the shopping mall and all of them have been jailed for sexual abuse in the past. I'd like Shields and Prentiss to head down to the shopping mall and see what you can find out," Hotch ordered.

Amelia's face fell a considerable amount, and she left with Prentiss, looking gloomy. I instantly felt my heart twang with sympathy. Ever since she told me that my knowledge was a gift, I'd seen her as a real friend. Maybe even found myself attracted to her. Well, I suppose I'd been attracted to her when she had first introduced herself.

"Hey, Reid. You with us?" Morgan said, snapping me out of my daze.

"Oh, uh, yeah. Sorry," I murmured, sitting up in my seat with a cough.

Morgan smirked and I scowled at him jokingly, before focusing my attention on Hotch. "Because of this latest change in his MO, he could also change his victimology. The latest victim, Alice, had brown hair. That doesn't correspond with the others."

"Hey, wait a sec," I intervened, staring at the photographs of the woman on the board. "I think... I think I know why he's picking these victims!" My eyes darted to each photograph, isolating the hair and the features, and focusing on the shape and positioning of the face. They were all identical.

"Look at this!" I exclaimed, hopping out of my chair eagerly and gesturing to each picture. "Look at the facial positioning on each one; it's identical. The left eye is slightly higher than the right; the chin's slightly more pointed; the cheekbones are the same height in each. Each picture mirrors the next, and that's how he's choosing his victims."

"Well done, Reid," Hotch nodded at me, and I offered him a small smile. It's a shame Amelia had missed my latest success... Wait, no. Don't think like that. She doesn't just like me because I'm smart...

"Go ahead, Garcia."

"Well, I've found the shop where all the dresses are from; it's a place near Benson's shopping mall, called Terington's dresses," she said, a distant clacking in the background meaning she was still typing.

"That's great, Garcia."

"Thanks, baby girl."

"It's alright, sugar."

(Amelia's P.O.V)

I inwardly sighed as I left with Emily, back out to through the precinct.

"Hey, Reid. You with us?" I heard Morgan say in the background, before the door shut, and cut off all sound. I smirked to myself. Daydreaming genius. I liked that.

"How's things between you and Reid?" Prentiss asked with arched eyebrows.

My cheeks flushed and I shrugged. "What do you mean?" I asked placidly.

She chuckled softly, holding the door open for me. "I mean, he took you for coffee that one time, remember? And now he won't stop staring at you."

"What?" I exclaimed with genuine surprise.

Prentiss merely rolled her eyes. "It's obvious he likes you," she sang jokingly as she climbed into the drivers seat.

I frowned to myself, feeling my heart twang. He liked me?

"Anyway, are you okay today? You seemed a little quiet earlier" Prentiss questioned as we drove along in silence. Why was everyone asking me that?

"Mhmm," I hummed. "Tough first case, I suppose."

"Yeah. You're doing good, though," she commented kindly, and I smiled.

"Thanks. I appreciate it."

"I suppose Thomas Riley didn't help; what he said about you." Her glance flitted to me for a brief second.

"Yeah, I suppose I felt a little uncomfortable," I admitted, staring down at my hands.

She nodded silently and continued driving.

~

"2006; you sexually assaulted an eighteen year old girl," I stated bitterly, glaring at the cowering thirty year old before me. "Do you remember that?"

He nodded tentatively, his lip quivering.

"Good. Now, can you tell me where you were yesterday evening?"

"I.. I was out with some, uh, f-friends," he stuttered, his forehead beading with sweat.

I frowned. "Why are you so nervous, Mr. Ricket?"

"I... I don't know, I just..."

My phone suddenly vibrated in my pocket and I cut him off with a glare.

"Agent Shields," I answered, leaning against the shop counter.

"Amelia, it's Reid. Garcia found where the dresses were bought; they're from a shop opposite the shopping mall. It's called Terington's."

"I'm on my way now," I confirmed, before hanging up and scowling at Mr. Ricket.

"I'm not done with you," I stayed calmly, before striding out of the store and forcing my way through the crowds of the shopping mall.

"Let's see if we can finally get a genuine suspect," I murmured to myself.