Hello, everyone! Yes, I started the Reid-centric case!fic I was talking about and I really hope you enjoy this! I've never tried writing a case!fic so I hope that it will turn out alright.

Disclaimer- Unfortunately, I don't own anything. But sometimes I pretend that I do.

Enjoy and please review!

"It's not funny, Prentiss!" Reid said with a scowl on his face as he and the brunette walked into the bullpen.

"Maybe not for you," Emily Prentiss replied with a large, white grin. "But I got a good laugh."

Derek Morgan looked up from the paperwork he had come in extra early to work on. "What's the frown for, Pretty Boy?" He asked, leaving his seat and walking up to the pair.

"Nothing," the genius muttered and took off in a speedy walk toward the kitchen.

Morgan looked to Prentiss for details. "I pulled up in the parking lot just in time to see Reid drop his coffee and spill it all over the ground," She provided the information.

Morgan laughed and leaned against the wall, "It's probably a good thing. Our boy does not need any more coffee than his usual fifteen cups a day."

"That was one time, Morgan!" Reid said in a whiny voice with a pout on his face as he made his way back toward his two friends.

"One time or not, you still drink way more coffee than healthy," Morgan chuckled.

"It's not funny! I wasted a perfectly good cup of coffee, a way better cup than the poison they have here. And I spilt it all over my shoes!" Reid gestured to his now coffee tinted converse.

"Okay, it just got funnier," Prentiss said with a smile. She leaned closer to him, lowering her voice a little, "And if you keep bitching about your shoes, people are going to think you're turning into a woman. Men don't do that."

Reid gave Prentiss a horrified look in return and Morgan burst out laughing.

"Reid, if it's poison, then why do you drink it all day long?" Morgan asked incredulously.

"Because I need to live, Morgan." Reid answered, "You know that. You guys are just being mean."

Their arguing didn't come to a stop as JJ walked toward them.

"I hate to break up," she looked between Morgan, Prentiss and Reid. "Whatever this is. But we have a case."

The media liaison received frustrated sighs from all of the agents around her.

"Really, JJ?" Morgan said. Can we not go one day without a new case?" He stated. "Wear do these guys even come from?"

"Well, do you mean where are they from, or are you referring to how they became criminals?" Reid began one of his usual rants. "Because if you mean how they became criminals, which I assume you do-"

"Can it, Reid. I know," Morgan told the younger man.

"Sorry, guys," JJ smiled and motioned for Prentiss, Reid and Morgan to follow her.

When they reached the conference room, they saw Rossi and Hotch already sitting down in the two chairs at each end of the table.

Morgan took a seat beside Hotch, Prentiss sitting beside him and Reid purposefully took the seat at the other end of the table, sending a sad excuse for a glare at the two agents across the table. Hotch and Rossi looked between the two for a moment and shrugged.

JJ handed each of the agents a file and went to the screen.

"What have we got, JJ?" Rossi asked.

JJ gave the people in front of her a frown as pictures of young men appeared on the board.

"Serial killer in Lincoln, Nebraska." She supplied. "Four bodies have been discovered in the last month, one each week. They were all stabbed multiple times in the abdomen and throat. Ryan Nason, age 20. Tyler Leger, age 21. Danny Han, age 19. And Ronald Douglas, age 21." Four photos of the murdered men appeared on the screen.

"Why weren't we called in earlier?" Morgan asked.

"Local police weren't certain if the murders were connected or not." JJ answered.

"What do these men have in common, Jayje?" Prentiss asked. "They all look completely different and a they're not all of the same race."

It was true; Ryan had dark hair and equally dark eyes with a tanned complexion. Tyler was very fair skinned with auburn hair and grey eyes. Danny was Asian with black hair and dark eyes. Ronald was blonde with green eyes and a light tan. Each victim had nothing in common. Look-wise, at least.

"Well, they had all attended Hamilton University." JJ told them.

"It says here that Ryan and Danny were killed in their apartments near the university, while Tyler was killed in his dorm room. And Ronald was attacked on his way walking home." Reid said while his eyes quickly dashed back and forth, reading the file.

"The UnSub must've been stalking them, to be able to know where they lived and also what route Ronald would've been taking home." Hotch said.

"But why are these particular men being targeted?" Rossi wondered out loud.

"There's also this," the media liaison began to inform them. "Each of the young men had a very high, remarkable IQ. Some of the highest on campus."

"We'll continue this on the jet," Hotch stated. "Wheels up in thirty."

"Reid" and review, pretty please!

This will be Reid-centric once I get a few chapters in. And I also have no idea whether or not there is a university called Hamilton University.

TBC?