Corley wavered. The flare trembled.
Everyone froze.
Reid was the worst off. Without JJ’s grounded optimism, his anxiety spiraled. He’d started tapping his fingers against his thigh—a rhythmic, frantic Morse code only he understood. They took her. They took her. They took her. Criminal Minds - Season 6
Hotch stood at the head, his face a granite mask. “Wheels up in thirty. We have an unsub in Tampa staging drownings in empty swimming pools.” He didn't look at the empty chair between Reid and Morgan. Corley wavered
“But this?” Hotch continued, stepping closer. “Draining pools, staging bodies—it doesn’t bring her back. It just leaves more empties. More families waiting by a hole in the ground.” Reid was the worst off
Hotch’s jaw tightened. The irony wasn’t lost on him. The BAU was chasing a man who created voids—empty pools, missing lives—while the team itself nursed the void left by a woman Strauss had exiled to the Pentagon.
“Read it,” Prentiss whispered.
