Spencer Reid opened his eyes warily, and glanced over to his beeping alarm clock with a groan. He turned the clock off with a little huff, he wasn't looking forward to work today. He killed someone yesterday, it had not fully registered yet but he was not really looking forward to suffering the crunch while he was at work. After a hot and cleansing shower, Spencer dressed for the day.

Hotch had told him he would be picking him up that day and so it was that he did not really need to rush through his morning duties. Spencer realized that he still had a lot of time to waste, so he made himself a light breakfast and some coffee. After eating, he started cleaning his flat, he knows that someone always comes to clean his tiny flat everyday, but he could not really care, it was something he always had to do in the morning, it was like a ritual to him.

After realizing that there was nothing else he could clean, he packed his bag. He took out all the contents of his bag and laid them out on the table neatly. There was a whole slew of writing utensils and coloring materials and two notebooks, one was for work and one was for his random thoughts and mad scribblings.

There was a Mensa Sudoku puzzle book, he noticed that all the puzzles were filled in, looking at the names beside the puzzles, he realized that everyone had taken a pot shot at solving the puzzle. Going through them quickly, he saw that Morgan and JJ had mistakes in theirs, he took out an eraser and a pencil and made the correction.

At first, he hadn't realized that the others had taken an interest in his book, so he was bemused when he found that someone else had done some of the puzzles. Later, those who had done the puzzles begin writing their names and their time down after finishing the puzzles, leaving Spencer to check though their answers for them.

He went to his dresser and retrieved another book and put it into his bag, the old one going into his bookshelf, he smiled when he realized that this was his fifth finished book. Going back to his bag, he pulled out his i-pod, it was the only thing that kept him sane at times, he loved classical and trance music, Morgan and the others had been amused when they found out what type of music he listens to.

Finally, there was his bag of toiletries that he always had with him as there was just no way of telling when he would have the time to come home to freshen up. Along with that, he always had at least a changes of clothing with him. There were also the odds and ends he had accumulated over the last few trips, he took those out and kept them in the drawer that was for that express purpose. He repacked his bag a couple of times before he was satisfied with the arrangement of the things inside.

Just as he put the last of his sharpened pencils into his bag, the doorbell rang. He stood and answered the door, it was one of his neighbours. The old lady had, for some unknown reasons, taken to him. She always made sure to visit him to check up on him, today after her customary check, she passed him his mails. He thanked her and closed his door behind her, he opened the letters, throwing out all the fliers and opening up the bills, he glanced through them before tacking the bills onto his fridge, knowing that his housekeeper will make sure that they are paid.

Next were his personal mail, there weren't many of those, it was just the usual letters from his grandparents and one from the hospital his mother was staying in, telling him of her condition. There was also one from his cousin reminding him to at least visit when he was free. When he was reading, his cellphone suddenly rang, Spencer reached over and answered it.

"Hey Reid, I am almost there, you come down in five minutes." Hotch said.

"Yeah, okay," Spencer replied. He put on his shoe and stepped out of his house with his bag, grabbing his keys, wallet and phone along the way. He locked up and went down into the parking lot, he had only to wait for a minute before Hotch's black SUV pulled up in front of him.

"Morning Hotch. Thank you for picking me up." Spencer said when he climbed into the car.

"No problem, I do own you one for last night. Are you sure you are okay?" Concern was thick in his voice, he examined Spencer's face properly and tried to judge his condition.

"I am fine Hotch. Like I said, you kick like a nine year old, there isn't any bruising except for my face." Spencer replied matter of factly, he had not been hurt by Hodge at all the night before, as a profiler and a law enforcement personnel, he knew what Hodge was trying to do from the start.

Hotch smiled at him and turned out of the parking lot. Along the way, Spencer talked and talked on anything but what had happened the night before, Hodge listened to him with a small quirk of his lips and nodding or grunting when needed.

As they pulled into the parking lot of their office, they met Morgan and Elle outside. The four of them made it into the building together, Morgan poking fun at Spencer along the way. When they got into the office, no one else was there yet so the four of them settled in to do their overflowing pile of paperwork. They greeted Gideon when he came in a little later. Gideon had made it a point to talk to Spencer for a few moments to make sure that he was holding up before retreating into his office to do his own work.

Elle was the first to finish with her work and walked over to the coffee machine, she got coffee for everyone and made it to their individual liking. After that she fussed over Spencer, she applied cream onto his face and tried checking him for other injuries to his mortification. Morgan had teased him, and Gideon and Hotch had smiled indulgently as they watch him try and avoid Elle's probing. JJ soon bustled in with an arm full of files, she handed a file to each of them.

"We have a case that would be taking us to Las Vegas. There were a series of murders there that had troubled the local law enforcement. Over the last three months, there were a total of twelve murders that had not seemed related at first. However, a team of investigators from the graveyard shift, realized that all the victims were wearing clothes of the same colour, and upon further inspection, it was discovered that they had the same types of fibers on their bodies." JJ briefed them, Spencer was reading the contents of the files as he listened to her.

"How is it that they miss the connections in the first place." Morgan asked.

"Because the victims are of different ages, social settings and most disturbingly, different sex. The first three was females, then there were two males and then another five females and finally the last two were males. All had large amounts of arsenic in their blood dating from one week prior to death, but they had not died of poisoning, instead, they had died of suffocation. There were no visible signs of struggle or defensive wounds on any of the victims. The bodies were all found in different parts of the city." Spencer replied while still reading through the file at warp speed.

"The plane is leaving in an hour." Everyone nodded and they split up to prepare. Spencer checked that the overnight bag he had left under his table was packed with the things he needed before going back to reading the file. He could not see the reason the UNSUB was choosing the victims in particular, he was fairly sure that it was not a random act, there was just too much planning and precision in their work.

After a short half hour, everyone left for the airport. The car dropped them in front of their jet and left, within an hour of receiving the case-notes, they were in the air and heading for Las Vegas.