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❛ because maybe you're gonna be the one that saves me ❜
◅∘≼ 𝚙𝚝 𝟸 𝚘𝚏 𝟸 ≽∘▻
𝐼𝑇 𝑊𝐴𝑆 𝑀𝐴𝐺𝑁𝐼𝐹𝐼𝐶𝐸𝑁𝑇 𝐻𝑂𝑊 Spencer and Valentina could work all night, constantly racking their brains without a second to take a break, and yet in the morning, they didn't seem tired in the slightest. Spencer has always been hyperactive, and when there's something Valentina's passionate about, it seems that all of her regular human necessities, such as sleeping, are unnecessary to her.
Valentina was sitting at the table in the conference room next to Derek with her hands on her temples, looking at the board in front of her, attempting to make everything connect. Hotch and Spencer were in the room as well, to which the boss asked, "Reid, how many books do you think are published in a year?"
"In the whole world? Thousands."
"And all we have to do is find one. Piece of cake." Valentina spoke sarcastically, which earned a small glare from Morgan. "You're really sarcastic when you're tired."
"I'll rip off your hand." Valentina glared right back, to which Morgan muttered, "And violent apparently."
Valentina sat leaned back in her chair as she look down at the evidence that was in front of them, all the clues, as she expressed, "You know, I can see the unsub getting our phone numbers and addresses, even my case, from all the personnel files, but does it really say in there that Gideon liked Nellie Fox or JJ collected butterflies? I didn't even know these things."
"Never would it be night, but always clear to any man's sight." Spencer mumbled under his breath, which was inducing Morgan's headache. "Reid, not again with the poem from the music box, please."
"There's something familiar about it. I think I've heard it somewhere before." Spencer explained, but part of that confused Morgan. "I thought you had a photographic memory."
