Status: This takes the place of Season 6 and all those that follow. Hence why JJ's still here.
Locating the Love She Never Had
Hello Garcia
It was nine o'clock when Reid awoke. He walked down the hard wood stairs. Both Callie and KT were up and watching a show he didn't recognize. Ms. Matnson came out of the kitchen dressed and ready. She was wearing a green apron over a black skirt and green blouse.
"Good morning Spencer."
"Good Morning Ms. Matnson."
"April, please. It Leasha up yet?"
"No, and she prefers Leash or Felica."
"Really?"
"Yes. She corrects you every time."
"Are you sure?"
"She blew up at another agent for calling her that."
"Everyone else calls her Leasha."
"Not any more."
"Hm. I will try to remember that."
"I think she would appreciate that."
"Hello Garcia," A voice said from behind.
Reid turned and saw Matnson talking into her phone.
"I need everything on the murder of Donna Zander...Unsolved...Just put it on my desk...Thanks Garcia."
She hung up her phone and put it on the movie stand.
"Who's Garcia?" her mother asked.
"A co-worker."
"You were contacting work on your vacation?"
"It was important."
"Sweetie, I don't care how much you hat him, you are your father's daughter."
"Of course she's her father's daughter," Reid interrupted. "Otherwise he wouldn't be her father."
"Spencer, it's just a saying. It means I'm like my father. Which isn't true."
Ms. Matnson shook her head. She left for the kitchen to finish preparing. The two younger girls came up behind them.
"Callie," Matnson said, "how old were you when your mother left?"
"Three. My mother abandoned me when I was three!"
She has been, Matnson thought. And she'll blame her mom like I blame my dad.
Matnson's phone rang. KT grabbed it and tossed it to her.
"Garcia?"
"Yeah. Uh, everything isn't very much. No other murders like her's."
"Anything?"
"Her husband, Samuel, was injured severely."
"How was his recovery?"
"Perfect. He lives with his daughter, Rebecca Larson, in Milwaukee."
"How often does that happen? And what does that tell us?"
"The UNSUB wanted the husband to watch?"
"I was thinking more along the lines of George Foyet."
"Uh, George Foyet's dead."
"Felica Elizabeth Matnson get off the phone now!"
She didn't argue with er mother and hung up the phone.
Ms. Penelope Garcia, on the other hand, was confused. Hotch walked into her office and saw the information and pictures.
"What's all this?" Hotch asked.
"Oh, uh, sir. This, uh-"
"Garcia."
"Matnson wanted me to look up the case of Donna Zander. It went cold two years after the death."
"Do you mind if I take a look?"
"No. Not at all. I just got off the phone with Matnson and I suggested the UNSUB wanting to have Samuel, her husband, watch Donna suffer. But Matnson said, and I quote 'I was thinking more along the lines of George Foyet.' Then she hung up."
"I think I know what she means."
"What?"
"Samuel Zander killed his wife. That I am most certain of. But why?"
"Good morning Spencer."
"Good Morning Ms. Matnson."
"April, please. It Leasha up yet?"
"No, and she prefers Leash or Felica."
"Really?"
"Yes. She corrects you every time."
"Are you sure?"
"She blew up at another agent for calling her that."
"Everyone else calls her Leasha."
"Not any more."
"Hm. I will try to remember that."
"I think she would appreciate that."
"Hello Garcia," A voice said from behind.
Reid turned and saw Matnson talking into her phone.
"I need everything on the murder of Donna Zander...Unsolved...Just put it on my desk...Thanks Garcia."
She hung up her phone and put it on the movie stand.
"Who's Garcia?" her mother asked.
"A co-worker."
"You were contacting work on your vacation?"
"It was important."
"Sweetie, I don't care how much you hat him, you are your father's daughter."
"Of course she's her father's daughter," Reid interrupted. "Otherwise he wouldn't be her father."
"Spencer, it's just a saying. It means I'm like my father. Which isn't true."
Ms. Matnson shook her head. She left for the kitchen to finish preparing. The two younger girls came up behind them.
"Callie," Matnson said, "how old were you when your mother left?"
"Three. My mother abandoned me when I was three!"
She has been, Matnson thought. And she'll blame her mom like I blame my dad.
Matnson's phone rang. KT grabbed it and tossed it to her.
"Garcia?"
"Yeah. Uh, everything isn't very much. No other murders like her's."
"Anything?"
"Her husband, Samuel, was injured severely."
"How was his recovery?"
"Perfect. He lives with his daughter, Rebecca Larson, in Milwaukee."
"How often does that happen? And what does that tell us?"
"The UNSUB wanted the husband to watch?"
"I was thinking more along the lines of George Foyet."
"Uh, George Foyet's dead."
"Felica Elizabeth Matnson get off the phone now!"
She didn't argue with er mother and hung up the phone.
Ms. Penelope Garcia, on the other hand, was confused. Hotch walked into her office and saw the information and pictures.
"What's all this?" Hotch asked.
"Oh, uh, sir. This, uh-"
"Garcia."
"Matnson wanted me to look up the case of Donna Zander. It went cold two years after the death."
"Do you mind if I take a look?"
"No. Not at all. I just got off the phone with Matnson and I suggested the UNSUB wanting to have Samuel, her husband, watch Donna suffer. But Matnson said, and I quote 'I was thinking more along the lines of George Foyet.' Then she hung up."
"I think I know what she means."
"What?"
"Samuel Zander killed his wife. That I am most certain of. But why?"