CHAPTER FIFTEEN: BABY KICKS !

4x05
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        IT HAD BEEN A LITTLE WHILE SINCE CASEY HAD GONE UNDERCOVER. She and the team were at the BAU, ready to spark on a new case when Morgan had just been telling her, Emily and Reid about this girl he ran into at the local coffee shop and how she knew his name even though he had sworn to have never seen her before.

        Reid had been listening in and pouring his morning coffee when Derek had told them the story. He had taken the liberty to fill up Casey's mug to which she greatly accepted.

      "So wait, she knew your name?" He asked. Derek looked ahead as if he were in a trance and trying to put a finger on where he could've seen her before. "I don't know how I could forget a face like hers." The four had begun to walk up to the steps to the round table. "You've been with so many girls that you can't remember all their names?" Reid questioned as he headed up the steps.

          Emily scoffed, "Oh, come on, are you surprised?" Casey nodded along in agreement as she sipped from her mug, following behind Reid. "Yeah, I'm not even surprised." She commented.

        "This has never happened to me before." Derek said defensively. "It hasn't happened to me before either." Reid told.

         "Well, it can't happen to you. You have an eidetic memory." Emily stated. "Besides, you only got one name to remember." Derek added on, to which Reid sparked up a fake laugh and Casey, Emily and Morgan laughed along to.

         They had taken their spots as JJ had stood in front of the screen with the remote in her hand and Casey had taken notice of the baby bump protruding out of her stomach.

        "Okay," JJ began. "Six victims have been killed in a series of burglar/homicides all over central California. In order... Bakersfield, Fresno, Chico and, two nights ago, Alan and Brenda Paisley in Sacramento." She explained as Casey had put her mug down and examined the file placed in front of her and looking up at the screens.

          "Big area," Rossi commented. "Are we sure it's the same unsub?" JJ had seated herself down. "His DNA was found in all the homes." Hotch turns over to Rossi. "They hadn't connected it because he crossed jurisdictional lines." He informed.

JJ continued, "The head of the Sacramento field office has established a multi-agency task force and he wants us to run point."

"Looks like we got a lot of investigators on this one." Morgan stated and Hotch looked up at him. "We'll streamline it if we need to." He said.

"You should know that they've already named him the 'Highway 99 Killer.'" Casey rolled her eyes at the name.

Hotch examined the file in front of him. "We'll deal with that when we get there." He tells. "He targets 1 to 2-person households. He kills the victims while they sleep." JJ states.

"Blunt force trauma with objects found at the home. Multiple bashes to the head." Reid reads from the file. "After he kills the victims, he ransacks the homes for valuables." JJ nods.
"Which is not unusual for a nighttime burglary-homicide." Casey added on, to which everyone nodded at her.

"What's unique about this unsub is that after he kills them, apparently he sits down to dinner in their homes." JJ points the remotes towards the screen and eaten dinner plates are shown on the screen next. "They found his DNA all over the food and the table."

Casey turned over to her right as Rossi continues. "Are these burglaries that turned into homicides or homicides that turned into burglaries?"

"Between the two offenses, it seems the primary motivation is homicide." Morgan nods. "Otherwise, he would have just stolen the items and fled." JJ looks towards Morgan. "But he stays there for hours. He eats their food, he tries on their clothes, he showers, he even sleeps in their beds."

Casey stared up at the screen, studying it from her point-of-view. "It's like Goldilocks became a serial killer." Emily comments. "And needs a BnB place to stay every night." Casey added on.

"They've got plenty of DNA, but they found no fingerprints," JJ switched the screen to another picture. "He doesn't take their cars. So, how does he get there?" Emily questions.

"No witness reports of strange cars on the street." JJ informs, seeing as if it wouldn't help. "No prints, no gun, no noise, no car, no witnesses. This all adds up to prior experience." Rossi figures. "There's a record on him somewhere." Reid adds on. "Well, this bastard can't be too hard to find." Casey tells.

"And until we find his record, he's moved on to another town." Hotch says. "Which could be anywhere." Emily adds on and Hotch looks at the group. "Wheels up in 20." He informs.

    Casey had prepared for the case and had her go-bag ready and on hand. And soon, she had been on the jet — looking over at the crime scene photos and the report as she jotted some notes in her notepad. Her seat had been right next to Hotch as she looked it over.

"So, four homes in about five weeks. The first one at the beginning of September in Bakersfield. Then, Fresno a week later. Chico eight days after that." JJ informs. "Then he changes direction, heads south to Sacramento at the end of September." Reid tells, circling the map with a red marker in his hands.

"These crime scenes are spread out over 400 miles. Serial killers can't move around like that, can they?" Casey questions. "Not many." Rossi says, looking towards the girl and Reid engages in the conversation next. "Of the ones who do, we categorize them into two subgroups. In one model, he's an itinerant homeless person, someone who's been displaced..."

"With the second type, their occupation allows them to travel." Morgan finished off. "He could be killing while on business."

JJ looks at the two. "A truck driver make sense?" She asks. "Long-haul truck driver, Bruce Mendenhall, shot his victims And disposed of their bodies at truck stops, across at least 4 different states." Reid gave out an example and next to him, Emily spoke. "But, Mendenhall targeted mostly high-risk victims. Prostitutes and hitchhikers, he picked up right off the highway."

"A truck driver's M.O., he'd use his rig for getaway. Somebody would have noticed a tractor trailer parked in the neighborhood." Hotch said, coming up with the conclusion that it couldn't have been a truck driver.

Rossi spoke up again. "How about someone in corporate sales? They still travel." Morgan continued, "Or computer professionals. They travel to install software." To which, Emily added: "Or someone in real estate. Like a land assessor."

Casey had noticed from the corner of her eye that JJ had been checking her cell. "They just discovered a new murder," She announced. "In Modesto."

"He went south again." Reid had checked.

"Right, when we land, Reid, JJ and I will go to task force headquarters. The three of you..." Casey had turned over to Derek, Emily and Rossi.

  "Modesto." Rossi sighed.

"We're going to log some miles on this one. And Willows," Casey looked up at her boss. "I'd like for you to go with them." Casey nodded at Hotch, "Got it, boss."

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      Rossi, Morgan, Prentiss and Casey had wound up in Modesto, going to investigate the crime scene there. Casey took her sunglasses off and she approached behind the yellow tape and Emily and Rossi following after her as she followed distantly behind Morgan as he approached the detective in the scene.

       "I'm Detective Daniels. How are you doing?" He had shaken the man's hand. "Agent Morgan." He introduced and then looked over at his co-workers. "Agent Rossi, Agent Prentiss and Miss Willows, our intern." Casey shook the man's hand in a greeting manner.

         "This way." The man began to walk but the four stayed in their spots. It had been too quiet in the neighborhood and it had been the first thing Casey noticed.

           "You see something?" Daniels questioned. "It's what I don't see. What I don't hear. There's no dogs barking." Derek started.
         "No sign for an alarm system." Emily added.
     "No system." Daniels added.
         "They have outdoor lights." Rossi said.
       "Neighbors said they weren't on." Daniels told.

      "This house has the three basic things that a burglar looks for. No dog, no alarm and definitely no lights." Casey looks around. "Tells us the unsub's patient enough to find a house that's vulnerable." Rossi said as they had brought the bodies out from the house. "There's the neighbor." Daniels points over to a woman coming towards the house.

         Emily and Casey exchange a glance and then back at Daniels and their partners. "We'll talk to her." With that, the two walk towards the woman as Rossi and Morgan investigate the crime scene.

        Emily had introduced herself and Casey to the woman and Casey had let Emily do most of the talking. "Did you happen to notice any strangers in the neighborhood last night?" She asked.

       "No," The woman started. "Nothing like this has ever happened around here." She told.

       "Uh, when was the last time you spoke to or heard from the Sullivans?" Casey asked next. The woman had looked up and pointed at the balcony. "I saw Larry this morning on the balcony when I went out to get the paper."

       Emily had begun to write that down in a notepad. "And what time was that?" She questioned.

       "About 5:30 a.m.." She said and both Casey and Emily looked at one another. "Mrs. Nelson, are you sure you saw someone up there this morning?" Emily asked. "Well, it was still dark out, but yes, I'm sure. Why?"

       "Your neighbors died around 1:00 a.m., ma'am." Casey informed.

After the encounter with the neighbor, Emily and Casey decided to take a trip near Highway 99, near the crops and the tracks, trying to discover how this unsub is getting through where he's getting through.

Emily had been on the phone with Reid, putting him on speaker so Casey could hear in on the conversation. The sun was brightly shining on Casey's face that she had to put her sunglasses back on.

"Where are you?" Reid questioned.

"We're just off Highway 99. The whole drive up from Modesto, all I see are crops. Just rows and rows of crops." Emily informed.

"Farmlands," Reid started. "You can't see that from standard road maps."

"The railway track runs parallel to Highway 99 most of the way. I think we're seeing a lot of what the unsub saw." Casey told.

"Most of central California is one big valley, A flat basin completely surrounded by mountain ranges on all sides, supported by rivers, lakes and aqueducts. It's ideal for farming." Reid explained.

"I don't know where it's gonna get us, but it's worth looking into." Casey told. "I agree." Reid told and Emily tells him to dial Garcia in. Knowing she was smart with a computer, they knew she could help and Casey had even made a comment once that they would never get anything done without Garcia by their side.

"Go ahead, guys, I'm listening." Garcia's sweet voice chirped. "Garcia, I need you to look into small farm towns all over central California. Track all unsolved homicides that involved nighttime burglaries In homes within a mile of train tracks." Reid told. "Oh, you think there's more?"Garcia questioned. "I don't know."

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        Emily and Casey had gotten back in time for Hotch and Reid to give the profile. The police station and detectives had gathered up as Hotch and half of his team had stood in front of them. Casey had seated herself down as she watched her team give the profile.

"Let's get started," Hotch said and Casey fumbled her hands and stood in front of them. "I'd just like to reiterate that this unsub is not getting around on Highway 99. His travel is linked in close proximity to railway lines." Hotch informed.

"He's targeted five homes and killed eight people in six weeks. We're looking for a male, indigent transient between the ages of 25 and 45." Reid continued.
"He's fit enough for the physical demands of train hopping, or "catching out" as they call it." Emily told. "He'll be bruised from jumping on and off trains. And he might also be beat up from just defending himself in any kind of turf wars."

"He may look homeless, but he's taking clothing from his victims' homes. So he'll be the only transient on the tracks in clean clothing." Emily continued.
        "The trains and the rail yards are his home. And when he gets tired of these, he chooses a house to make his own." Hotch said as others began to write in their notepads. "He'll have a pronounced red, dry rash around his mouth and nose, What's commonly referred to as a 'sniffer's rash'." Reid informed.

           "How do we know that?" One of the detectives question.

           "He takes household cleaners," Hotch tells. "And we believe he's abusing them as psychoactive inhalants. Nail polish remover, glue, paint thinner, lighter fluid, whatever is the cheapest high available."

     "They're referred to as "tollyheads" because they derive a high from sniffing toluene, a chemical solvent. Once inhaled, the effects are felt instantaneously."

        "We believe he's living out a fantasy in these homes. The fantasy is that it is his house for the night. He spends hours enjoying the comforts of his victims' homes and upon leaving, he takes clothing, money, jewelry, and small electronics." Hotch  explains.

          "If you get close to him, you won't miss him," Emily adds on. "He will smell like a combination of human filth and paint thinner."

        With a simple nod and a 'thank you' from Hotch, they are done delivering their profile of their unsub. They head back to the room where they had been looking through the maps and writing on their notepads.

       Casey had been in the room with Reid and JJ as JJ was rubbing on her belly and breathing out and causing Casey to look up in concern. "You okay, Jay?" The girl asks, putting her pencil down. Reid had looked up as well. JJ nods and chuckles to herself, "Yeah, he's just kicking a lot today."

"In the third trimester, there's an average of thirty fetal movements per hour. Babies kick to explore movement and strengthen muscle." Reid states and both Casey and JJ exchange a glance as JJ furrows her eyebrows at her friend.
"Have you ever actually felt a baby kick?" She grabs Reid's hand and places it on her stomach and his face says it all. "You feel that?" Reid looks up at JJ in confusion. "Does it freak you out?"

JJ shakes her head, "No, not at all. Why? Does it freak you out?" Reid sits back in his seat. "Very much so." Casey chuckles and looked at Reid. "Of course she isn't freaked out by it, she's the one carrying the damn thing. Can I feel it?"

JJ nods at the girl, "Of course!" Casey stands up from her seat and makes her way around the desk and presses her palm onto JJ's stomach and feels a slight kick from JJ's belly and Casey smiles, "It's so weird... but it's so cool."

Both Casey and JJ begin to chuckle when JJ's phone begins to ring and she doesn't bother checking the ID, knowing it's Penelope. "Hey, Garcia."

"Bad news alert." Garcia informs.

Reid tells her to hold on and he flags down Hotch and Emily to come into the room, along with the lead detective in charge, Agent Liman. "What is it?"

"I had Garcia look into all unsolved burglary homicides in central California, paying particularly attention to small farm towns." Reid tells as Casey makes her way back to her seat.

"I found his DNA in three more cities." Penelope says.

"How did I miss this?" Agent Liman questions.

"Small towns don't always link their evidence up to state or national DNA databases." Reid tells. "It can happen when unsubs cross jurisdictional lines." Hotch nods and Casey nods along.

"What are the cities, Garcia?" Emily asks.

"Tehachapi, Vacaville, and Orange Cove. All farm towns. All super far away from Highway 99."

JJ had taken the liberty in calling Derek and Rossi to let them know about the other unsolved burglary invasions. Reid and Casey had been doing research of the old cases when Casey had noticed that Reid kept glancing out of the window of the room, through the blinds at JJ and her stomach.

Casey furrowed her eyebrows at him and smiled a bit. "You considering it?" She nudged her head up at him. "Considering what?" Reid questions, looking Casey in the eye.

"Having baby geniuses of your own one day." Casey states and Reid shrugs, "I don't know, really." He looks at the girl in curiousness. "Are you?" Casey furrows her brows a bit but Reid begins to stumble on his words. "I mean, like-like, uh, having kids of your-your own."

He was desperately trying not to make it sound awkward.

The Willows girl smiles a bit but shakes her head, playing with her pencil. "Nah, I don't want kids. It's a little too early to decide for a girl my age, but... I'd rather have a kid that grew up in a life that I wanted to live. Not one like this."
Casey swore to her grave that she would never have kids. She liked the idea of having kids in a quiet home with a husband she loved but she didn't see that happening anytime soon with her job. She knew the story of Hotch and his wife and she knew what a toll the job can be on the significant others, as well. Kids weren't in the book at all in the fears of putting her child in danger. It would be the last thing she wanted.

Reid nodded and formed his lips halfway in a pursed smile. "Understandable." He said.

His cell began to ring and he quickly answered, "Hello?" Casey gave a look to the awkward boy and shrugged off the thought she had in her mind as Garcia began to speak.

"I've noticed in the cities, including the new ones we've discovered, there's a spike in the sales of certain crops during the time the unsub is there." Garcia explained. "Last week of August, apples in Tehachapi. First week of September, tomatoes in Bakersfield. Second week of September, fall squashes in Fresno."

"So he's in town for some sort of... big harvest." Casey assumes and Reid nods, "We have an unsub riding trains town to town during big harvests, who doesn't have a car or permanent residence."

"Migrant farm worker." Casey states.

The team had gotten a call that another couple had just been reported dead in their own home — meaning the unsub had struck again. Casey, Emily, Hotch and Reid had all been at the scene.

        Reid and Casey had been checking the room out as Emily and Hotch stood outside. Casey looked at the bloodied body.. "He left a shirt on his male victim again." She pointed out. "That's not all he left." Reid stated as he stumbled out of the room with a newspaper in his hands.

     "'Modesto Couple - Victims of Highway 99 Killer'." Reid reads out. "This was printed before we released to the press he's using trains to get around." Casey follows him out of the room.

      "He's taunting us, telling us he's smarter than we are because we got his mode of transportation wrong." Emily thinks. "The more confident he gets, the more he's experimenting with his ritual." Hotch tells. "The first few murders were 5 to 8 days apart. This one was just one day since Modesto." Reid says.

      "Meaning if we don't find him soon..." Casey starts. "Goldilocks will be sleeping in someone else's bed tonight." Emily finishes the sentence and Casey nods, "Yup, exactly that."

       "This couple is Hispanic. The previous couples were Caucasian. He switched his victim profile." Emily pointed out. "I don't think he knows or cares what race they were. I think this house was just an easy target." Hotch told. "Random couples." Casey said under her breath.

         Reid's phone begins to ring and he answers and puts in on-speaker. "Yeah?"

         "So, we got something. Jewelry stolen from the home in Sacramento turned up at a pawn shop in Modesto." JJ informs over the phone. "Garcia just sent you a picture from the security cam." Reid checks his phone  for the picture. "Yeah, I got it." He shows the picture to Emily, Hotch and Casey.

       The man's eyes were covered but he looked as if he fit the profile with the red rash around his mouth. "Employee said he was about 5'8", slight, late thirties, dark skin, with a red rash around his mouth." JJ informs.

      "Circulate the picture, JJ."

      "I'm already on it."

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JJ had set up a meeting with the representative of the local housing authority with Hotch, Emily, Reid and Casey to meet him. Hotch was the first to approach the man and Casey steadied her sunglasses on her face.

"I'm Agent Hotchner," He said, shaking the man's hand. "Cesar from the housing authority." He introduced himself. "These are agents — Prentiss, and Reid and our intern, Miss Willows." The three had exchange handshakes with the man.

"Thank you for meeting us here." Hotch says and Cesar nods. "Does this man look familiar to you?" Emily asks, handing the printout of the picture that Garcia had sent to Reid. Cesar looks at the woman. "Hard to tell."

"Have you had any complaints in the camps? This man would show disruptive behavior." Reid tells. "He might be stealing things from other workers, starting fights. He sniffs chemicals to get high, any of that ring a bell of somebody that might've been here?" Casey lists out.

"Well, our facilities have a zero tolerance policy. No drinking, no drugs, certainly no violence. Anyone who cannot follow these rules would be kicked out." Cesar tells and Casey nods in the understanding, looking around as the hot wind blew in her face, causing her to pull back a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Have you kicked anyone out recently?" Emily asks as the pictures are handed back to her. "The camps in this area are at full capacity. We have to turn people away." The four nod. "Thank you." Hotch shakes the man's hand once more. "Mucho gusto." With that, the four walk away from him and begin to rethink.

"If he's pawning the jewelry he's stealing to get money, why is he still working in the fields?" Hotch questions. "Here's another question. Why is he circling the farm towns at all?" Emily asks.

"There are over 140,000 miles of tracks in this country. He could go anywhere." Reid informs. "But he's still in California." Emily says. "Something's keeping him here, but what is it?" Casey asks.

They decide to call Garcia up to see if she could've had any information in her hands. "Ok, mini-lesson. Migrants travel and work in these groups and the groups are called cuadrillas. Now, I have found one such cuadrilla that was in Chico at the same time as our unsub. And then I checked and they were in Sacramento and Modesto And Vacaville at the same time as our unsub as well." Garcia explains.

"What about the first town?" Reid asks.

"I got employment records from the apple farm in Tehachapi. This cuadrilla last worked there two days before Mildred Younce was killed. Now, here's the whammy. An Armando Salinas checked in with this group in Tehachapi. But then, he falls off the map. There's no sign of him in any of the camps."

"Interesting."

"Double whammy," Garcia continued. "Customs and immigration have a rap sheet on him for theft and assault And he's wanted in connection to some burglaries."

"There's the record we've been looking for."

"Triple whammy," Garcia said. "His fingerprints were one of 17 found at Mildred Younce's house."

"Get us his photo and get JJ to get it out to the media. We're going to need the public's help." Hotch says. "Sending you his mug. The group that he's been following, they checked into Lockeford early this morning. That's not far from you."

Casey looks up at Hotch in questioning of what their motives would be to find this unsub next.

        To make a long story short, the four had gone to a place where the farmers had stayed to talk to them about the unsub that they may have seen and one of the men recognized the picture of the unsub and he had claimed to be his brother. They had taken him in where Emily had gone to talk to him at the station.

      Reid and Casey had been watching from outside of the room. After talking to him, Emily had come out. "The killings started in Tehachapi. I think his brother rejecting him must have been a stressor." Emily informed.

      "Morgan and Rossi made it here, they're with rail security. Hotch and Liman are patrolling neighborhoods." Reid told. "Okay, I think it's time to get these guys going." Emily turns the entire room. "Excuse me. Could we have your attention, please? Everybody?"

      Both Casey and Reid begin to pass out pictures of the unsub to the police officers. "This is Armando Ruis Salinas. He is 38 years old, a Mexican national. We believe he is currently in the vicinity of lockeford and its outlying towns."

      "He'll only target homes within a mile of train tracks," Reid continues, pointing at the map. "You'll be assigned search quadrants."

       "Think the way a burglar would. Pay close attention to houses that have no exterior lights on, No security alarm signs or barking dogs nearby. Somewhere completely quiet that would have easy access for a burglar to break into." Casey explains.

       Emily nods at the girl, "Let's go."

       The officers had left, leaving only a couple of people and Reid, Casey and Emily along with the unsub's brother. Casey had been standing behind Emily as she talked to the brother and Reid was sitting next to her.

        "Are you surprised the police are looking for him?" Emily questions. "He's my half-brother," He says. "I wasn't around for him when he was young. He's been in trouble all his life. Was in jail in Mexico. I thought if he came to work with me, he would change. I'm grateful to work. But Armando hated work, hated the camps. Always complained he never had a nice bed to sleep on." He explained.

        "When he was a kid, he slept on the floor. In jail, he slept on the floor. All he ever talked about was having a house of his own. A bed to sleep on."

        In the end, there was an alert that he had been spotted in the area that Morgan and Rossi had been in and on a moving train, they got him. Hotch had gotten him down — but he was gone and Emily was the one that had to break the news that he was dead to his brother.

The ride back home on the jet was quiet since the case had tired everyone out. They wound up back at the BAU, dropping off paperwork and Casey had followed behind Reid, Morgan and Emily as they headed out the doors.

"You guys have plans tonight?" Reid questioned. "I was thinking about getting a burger." Morgan told and Casey yawned, "Yup, I'm hungry, too." Emily nods, "Oh, I could eat."

"Oh, hey, guys," Casey looks up at JJ walking towards her with another woman she didn't recognize. She was pretty, just as tall as Casey, maybe an inch taller because of her heels. "I wanted to introduce you to someone. This is Agent Jordan Todd. She'll be taking over for me while I'm on maternity leave." JJ introduced.

"Agent Jareau's told me so much about you all." The agent smiled and goes to shake Emily's hand. "You must be Agent Prentiss." Emily smiles, "Yes. Nice to meet you."

She then holds her hand out to Casey. "New and soon-to-be agent, Miss Willows." Casey shakes her hand next. "Hi, nice to meet you." Agent Todd smiles at Casey before heading off to Reid. "Hello, Dr. Reid." A simple 'hi' comes out of Reid's mouth as he shakes her hand.

"And Agent Morgan." Casey studied the way Derek was looking at the woman. "Nice to see you again." She shakes Morgan's hand next. "Nice to see you, too. So this must be the good news."
"This would be my brownie." Agent Todd smiles.

Emily and Casey exchange a glance before Emily looks in between the two. "You two have met?" She asks. "Briefly." Morgan responds and Casey raises her eyebrows.

"Well, Agent Todd comes to us from 7 years at counter-terrorism." JJ informs. "I'm really looking forward to working with the Behavioral Analysis Unit." Casey notices that Morgan stares Todd up and down. "We're starting her training now." JJ tells.

"You're training her right now?" Reid asks. "Well, we're kinda running out of time." JJ chuckles, touching her stomach. "So... let me introduce you to the rest of the team."

"Yeah. I'll see you all in the field... team." Todd tells. "We're looking forward to it." Emily replied. "It was nice meeting you." Casey smirks, before turning away to walk towards the elevator. "Nice meeting you, too." Todd tells as her and JJ pass through the doors of the Bureau.

Emily, Casey and Reid all suspect Morgan and follow behind him trying to get details out of him. "So, is there anything you want to tell us?" Emily asks, smirking. "Nope." Morgan answers as he presses the elevator button.

"Your forehead's sweating." Emily pointed out.

"No, it's not." Morgan says, as he looks anywhere but the three surrounding him.

"Oh, he's avoiding eye contact, now." Casey says.

"His blink rate just sped up." Reid adds.

"You know, guys, I don't think I want that burger too much anymore." Derek says as the elevator doors open and he walks in. "Oh, come on. You can't run from us." Emily says. "Oh, watch me." He pushes them from coming into the elevator and Casey makes a face at him. "Oh, come on, you coward!" Both Reid and Emily make faces at him as well.

"Jokes on you, we can just take the stairs!" Casey shouts and then leans over to Emily. "We have stairs here, right?" She questions. "I think so." Emily tells.

"Let's go find 'em. Come on, Reid!"

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