september , tempe arizona , 2005

CREEPY, THREATENING, CRYPTIC PHONECALLS from unsubs were one of Ruth's least favorite parts of the cases they went one. But the tipline they set up for the fires recived one that night.

The following morning they listened to the tape, only to not understand exactly what the distorted male voice was saying.

"Karen. I do this for Karen." Is what they thought it might have said. Just to be sure, they were having Garcia put the tape through a few audio filters to clear up the sound.

In the mean time, Arnie - who was feeling much better - and Morgan interviewed every woman on campus named Karen, and Ruth went outside with Gideon and Reid to watch as some students started packing to leave campus, hoping that maybe they'd catch some suspicious activity.

Ruth leaned up against a tree with her arms crossed, while Reid sat on the little hill that covered the roots of the tree, his arms resting on his knees. Ruth thought he looked like a small child avoiding everyone at the playground. In front of them, Gideon paced the grass.

"What if the unsub is one of the students leaving?" Reid asked, looking up at Gideon.

"No, he's not done yet." Gideon told him. "He's not going anywhere." He tossed his hands a little. "Keep thinking."

"You mean outside the box?" Reid said. "That's what Morgan's always telling me, he says that's why I can never beat you at chess."

"Well he's probably right." Gideon said with a small smirk.

"He's definitely right." Ruth looked down at Reid with a more obvious smirk.

"Well, I mean, in this situation, what exactly is the box?" Reid asked, looking around.

"The standard profile of a serial arsonist." Ruth told him.

"If everything you know goes in the box, what's left?" Gideon added.

"What you don't know, the unknown."

A quiet laugh left Ruth at Reid's obvious answer. "You're so smart." She said, her tone slightly mocking. The boy looked up at her with narrowed eyes.

"Sometimes you have to get creative, even if you think it's suddenly unlikely, you have think of things nobody else thought of."

Reid was silent for a moment before he looked back up. "Like a stutter."

Gideon knew he was referencing to the Footpath Killer. "Yeah, exactly." He said before turning away.

Arnie closed the office door behind him, smiling awkwardly at the line of collage girls standing outside the room that were practically swooning over him and Morgan. He sighed heavily as he walked back to his teammate.

"There's got to be a faster way to do this." Morgan sighed, setting his papers down on the table. "How about we just change the first question to 'Have you recently dated a homicidal pyromaniac?' "

Arnie just smirked a little "That would speed up the process." He sat down across from Morgan. "But speaking of questions, have you figured out yet why the footpath killer stuttered?"

Morgan rolled his eyes a little. "Are you on about that too?"

Arnie shrugged in defense. "Elle got me hooked, I'm curious."

"Okay, well, then what's your working theory?"

Arnie sighed. "Well...I know that embarrassment makes a stutter worse, and that when you're flustered, it's more difficult to control the articulatory musculature of the face-"

"You sound like Reid." Morgan interrupted, pointing.

Arnie grinned a little. "Come on-"

"You've been spending too much time around that kid." Morgan laughed a little, taking a sip of his coffee.

The other man huffed a little, shrugging as he defended himself. "Yeah, well, I've got to improve my chess skills somehow, so I can finally beat the great Dr. Ruth Ford."

Morgan chuckled again. "Speaking of Ruth and Reid, what's up with them, man? They don't seem to get along well at all. Which is weird."

"Yeah. They're the same person, just different fonts." Arnie nodded.

Mrogan furrowed his eyebrows. "Different-" he cut himself off and raised his eyebrows. "Holy shit, that makes sense."

"Reid is like the the Ruth remix that didn't hit it off." Arnie added.

"Okay, okay, we should probably stop." Morgan said, trying not to laugh again. "Go get the next Karen."

Arnie grinned a little as he stood up again. "My pleasure."

A few hours later, everyone besides Gideon and Elle was back in the office.

Ruth sat with Morgan while he was on the phone with Garcia discussing the tiplinecall from the unsub, and Hotch, Arnie and Reid were across the small room at the security footage monitors.

" 'Kay my gorgeous, sexy friends," Garcia said on the other end of Morgan's phone to him and Ruth. "I've put this thing through every audio filter I've got. There's only one thing I can tell you for sure. This guy isn't saying 'Karen', it's more like 'Kerone'."

"Garcia, what the hell is 'Kerone'?" Morgan said.

"If I figure it out does it give me a night of a passionate lovemaking threesome?" Garcia asked with a grin in her voice.

Ruth smirked and Morgan chuckled. "Most definitely, sweetness. With Reid."

"Oh!"

Morgan and Garcia laughed, but Ruth scrunched her face up and stared down at Morgan, unaware that Reid had turned around with furrowed eyebrows when he heard his name mentioned.

"I don't want a threesome with Reid." Ruth said in a way that was both exasperated and pouty.

Morgan just chuckled again and said goodbye to Garcia before he turned to look up at Reid. "Hey, Reid! Garcia says it's not 'Karen', it's actually something more like 'Kerone'."

"Kerone-?" Reid was cut off by Gideon rushing into the office, out of breath.

"Charown." He said. " 'I do it because of Charown'."

At that, Ruth furrowed her eyebrows, standing up straight. She answered before Reid could.

"Charown? That's Hebrew. Meaning always with God's rage." She said.

"God's burning anger." Gideon nodded.

"My Dad was Bible crazy, he made me read the Bible in it's original language. Charown is referenced forty one times in the Hebrew Bible, eight times in the book of Jeremiah alone." Ruth said. "The one I think of right off the bat is from Isaiah 13:13."

" 'Therefore I will make the heavens tremble, And the earth will be shaken from its place At the fury of the Lord of hosts In the day of His burning anger'." Reid recited, looking between her and Gideon. Ruth nodded.

Just then, Elle walked in, hearing the last bit of the discussion. "The motive is now religious?" She asked.

"Well, you know, in a lot of religions, God is related to fire." Reid pointed out as Gideon rushed towards the whiteboard they had sat up.

Ruth nodded again. "A purging fire, specifically. To get rid of sinners and to test followers."

"Well, Agni is fire in Hinduism, and the Jews see God as a pillar of fire, and Christians worship God as a consuming fire." Hotch listed out as Elle started handing out the salads she had gone out to bring back for lunch.

"Okay, so we're looking for a theology major?" Arnie said questionably. "Maybe he's punishing people for their sins. Like Ruth said, purging fire."

Reid stared down at the salad Elle had tossed him. "I don't want this." He said.

Ruth held a hand out. "I'll take it. All this God talk is stressing me out, and when I'm stressed I get hungry." Reid handed her the salad with a small shake of his head.

"What's the most sinful place on campus?" Elle asked.

"Come, Elle." Arnie scoffed. "When I was in collage it was everywhere. Parties, orgies, accidentally hooking up with your male roommate - collage is a breeding ground for sin."

"Woah." Ruth said, looking up at Arnie and furrowing her eyebrows. "Are we just gonna brush over what he said-"

"None of that is consistent with the previous targets." Hotch said, shutting down both the idea of sin-killing and Ruth's statement.

"What about the idea of baptism by fire?" Morgan asked. "Aren't we all supposed to be tested through fire in Revelations?"

Gideon finally turned away from the whiteboard. "Look, it's good, it's good, but let's- please, do not jump to conclusions. Religion might be part of it, but it's not necessarily the prime compulsion."

"Gideon!" Morgan said in exasperation. "Rush to conclusions, jump to conclusions - who cares!?"

"Okay, we're running out of time!" Elle said loudly above the two arguing men."

Ruth paused in the middle of chewing on her salad as he caught Gideon say the word compulsion. Something about it struck a cord within her mind that had her furrowing her eyebrows.

Before she could say anything, she heard Reid that same word to himself from behind her, and she turned to him almost immediately.

"Reid, are you thinking what I'm thinking?" She asked.

He turned to her, narrowing his eyes. "That depends on what you're thinking."

"About impulse rather than compulsion?"

He nodded a little. "Exactly that."

Ruth grinned a little. "Wanna put our differences aside and our two genius little minds together?"

"Only if you keep that salad ten feet away from me at all times."

For Ruth and Reid, the next few hours were both boring and stressful.

They spent their time in the office alone, rewatching the video of Matthew Roland catching fire over and over again, until they had memorized the dialogue and every little movement and detail.

Normally, Ruth would have been mildly irritated to be alone with Reid for so long, but she was too focused on pinpointing the solution to the nagging in the back of her head to care this time.

After a while, her mind went back to Charown, to God's burning rage. She recited in her head every verse of the Bible that mentioned it, trying to catch anything they were missing, she even looked up the Hebrew Bible on the laptop they had been watching the video on to see if she had forgotten a verse or reference. Ultimately, she just ended up frustrating herself, as she couldn't find a connection between any of the verses and the unsub's fires. She gave up on that too after a while.

Ruth was leaning back in a chair, staring at the wall in front of her like it would give her a clue, when Reid suddenly stood up and walked to the whiteboard where Gideon had earlier written down everything the team suggested about fire and sin. Ruth watched as he stared at the board, eyebrows furrowed, and whispered to himself "Outside the box..." He wiped everything off the board, starting from scratch with the word fire circled at the top.

Before Ruth could ask if he was onto something, Gideon opened the door and stuck his head inside.

"Keep thinking." He said, causing both doctors to look back at him over their shoulders. "It's like chess. Don't look at just the next move, try to look three moves ahead." Then Gideon left, closing the door again.

Slowly, Reid turned back to the board, and Ruth turned back to Reid. Then she watched as his eyebrows furrowed again, and he looked between the board at the laptop with the video before rushing back over it and Ruth.

Ruth furrowed her own eyebrows, seeing he was onto something. She sat up slightly in her chair as he sat back down in his own. "Got something?" She asked.

"Maybe." He said, rewinding the video on the laptop. Ruth moved her chair closer to watch with him.

Reid played they video until the point where Matthew Roland and his roommate noticed the diesel fueled spill under the door, and then he rewinded it a few seconds. He did this twice more before he finally paused the video, and zoomed in on the door handle. Ruth furrowed her eyebrows, leaning closer. Reid zoomed in once more, then resumed the video.

The door handle turned three times exactly, with an equal duration and an equal pause between them.

"Three times..." Reid muttered.

"Three times like...three moves...impulse." She looked over at him, and he looked over to her.

"What office number was the dead professor's office? Reid asked.

Ruth paused, glancing away as she tried to think. She replayed the moment in her head where she and Morgan found Gideon outside the office with the fire extinguisher. Then she looked back to Reid.

"Number three." She said, eyes a little wider. "And...Matthew Roland's dorm was on the third floor."

Reid looked at her before he glanced back at the video. "We need to go back to Matthew's dorm. There's got to be another connection between them."

Ruth nodded. "You're right. Let's go."

They left the office quickly, rushing halfway across campus to Matthew Roland's dorm. They tore away the caution tape over the doorway once they got their, and moved inside. They looked specifically for Matthew's schedule, believing that he may have had Professor Wallace as a teacher for one of his classes.

While Reid sifted through the desk on the other side of the room, Ruth looked through discarded and forgotten school work on the table, finding book reports, essays, test scores, but no schedule.

"Ruth, over here." Reid suddenly said.

Ruth hurried to his side at the desk, seeing that he had found Matthew's schedule on the front of a binder.

Reid's eyes scanned the schedule until he found what they were looking for. "Professor Wallace, Tuesday, three o'clock." He looked up at Ruth.

"That's it." She said. "This is what we've been missing; this is the hole in the profile - the impulse. The unsub's not looking for sinners, he's looking for whoever fits the pattern."

Reid nodded. "We need to tell the team."

"We know why the profile's never fit."

Reid announced the fact as soon as he and Ruth walked back into the office. Hotch, Gideon, and Arnie looked up at them.

"You were right to tell Morgan not to rely on precedent." Reid said to Gideon. "The fires, thus far, have been completely task oriented."

Arnie narrowed his eyes and sat up in his chair as he listed to the younger agent. "Task oriented...so when the fires are set, the unsub is done? He's outa there? Gone to lunch kinda thing?" He asked.

"That's exactly it." Ruth said, pointing at him. "The unsub's not your classic serial arsonist, like...at all. He's someone who used fire because of a completely different disorder."

"Which is?" Gideon asked.

"An extreme manifestation of OCD, Obsessive Compulsive Disorder." Reid answered. "He does everything in threes. And if Ruth and I are right...he'll have to kill again."

"What do you mean 'have to'?" Hotch asked, eyebrows furrowed.

" 'Have to', as in...he physically, mentally can't help it." Ruth said, sitting down at the laptop. "It's impulse...Like, he's literally compulsed to do it."

"Exactly." Reid nodded, standing behind her. "There's a form of OCD called scrupulosity."

"Religious obsessive compulsion." Hotch defined.

"An obsessive fear of committing sin which creates so much anxiety that he's compelled to do something to ease that anxiety."

"Like starting fires." Arnie said. Reid nodded. "You know...therapy would work too but...It's expensive, I get it." From where Ruth was sitting, focused on the laptop, she rolled her eyes.

Gideon sighed, running his hand over his favs like he had a headache. "Where's the behavioral evidence?"

"Right here." Ruth said, leaning back from the laptop where she had pulled up the video and enhanced it on the doorknob. "Remember the night of the three fires? We saw the doorknob turning against the lock." She pressed play, showing exactly that, the three turns. "We thought he was trying to get in, but he's not. Watch, it turns thrice. He's compelled to turn the doorknob three times."

"Well, what about the fires?" Gideon asked, causing Ruth to look back at him. "The first ones were single fires. If the unsub was OCD, shouldn't they have all been in threes?"

"They were in threes." Reid told him. "A trinity of threes. The first fire occurred on March third."

Arnie's eyebrows raised. "Third month of the year, third day of the month, three p.m. in the afternoon."

Reid nodded. "It's that convergence of Threes that causes the overwhelming anxiety. Obsessive compulsive to ease the anxiety by preforming the compulsion."

"What about the other fires?" Hotch asked. "Professor Wallace?"

"Office number three." Reid told him. "We checked for more patterns of threes. His class was on Tuesdays."

"Third day of the week."

"Matthew Roland was in that class." Ruth said. "It was his third class of the day, at three p.m. His dorm was also on the third floor."

"If we looked into each of the fires we'd find a lot of patterns having to do with threes, because our minds are incredibly adapt at seeking out patterns." Reid explained. "But to the unsub, once that pattern hits-" He snapped his fingers. "Bam! - he sets a fire."

With a shake of his head, Hotch stood up fron his chair, shaking his head, and Gideon ran a hand down his face again, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Okay, wait a minute," Arnie said, holding up a hand. "If unsub has always been always been targeting people, why didn't anyone die in the first two fires?"

"They were failures." Reid said grimly. "Up until Matthew Roland."

At this, Arnie swallowed thickly, glancing between Hotch, Ruth, and Gideon. That's when he noticed that Ruth had a strange look on her face, a look that he knew very well - the look that said she had figured it out.

"Ruth." Arnie said, leaning towards her. The other three men turned to look at her as well. "What is it? What did you figure out?"

Ruth was a silent for a moment, eyebrows furrowed, her bottom lip between her teeth, then she looked up, a look of realization in her eyes.

"I think I know who it is." Ruth said quietly. "And it's not...It's not a man...It's a woman."

Gideon leaned forward in his chair. "Who, Ruth?"

She glanced at him. "I don't know her name...But Reid, Hotch...you met her the same time I did." The two men furrowed their eyebrows. "Last night when we spoke with the chem students...the girl that told us how to make a Molotov cocktail...It's her."

"How certain are you?" Asked Hotch.

Ruth looked up at him. "Dead."

Clara Hayes. That was her name. According to Dean Turner.

Gideon called Turner and Morgan to let them know the next fire could be set within hours, and that security needed to get to her dorm immediately.

"How do you know it's Hayes?" Arnie asked Ruth as Gideon got off the phone with Morgan.

Ruth sighed to herself. "When were talking with the chem students, I noticed something she was doing. I didn't think anything of it, or even realize it until now, but...she kept twisting a ring on her finger. I thought it was a nervous tick maybe, like she was anxious to be around FBI...but she always twisted it in intervals of threes." She explained. "And she counted off the lightbulb bomb ingredients with her fingers...three ingredients...three fingers..."

"And the word sugar..." Reid said.

Ruth nodded. "She said it three times in a row. I thought it was a little weird at the time, but...like I said, I thought she was nervous."

Hotch nodded as well, recalling it. "She kept repeating it. Once she started she couldn't stop."

"Yeah, it's palilalia." Reid said. "It's the involuntary repetition of words. Howard Hughs had it when his OCD worsened."

"Clara and her classmates were working on a project about gravitational pull."

"The Three Body Problem." Gideon said.

Before they could discuss any more, they were interrupted by Reid's phone ringing. It was s call from Morgan. He and Elle had gone to Clara's off campus apartment. They hadn't found her, but they had found the walls plastered with religious, threatening ramblings about fire and god and justice and death, along with a picture of the Greek god that fairied souls to the underworld, and several Bible verses referring to Charown, or God's burning rage, and a reference to Moloch.

"Moloch was the demon sun-god of the Canaanites." Reid began to explain. "In order to keep from incurring his wrath, the people would sacrifice their children to them by burning them alive."

Arnie swallowed thickly as he listened. "And I thought my parents were shitty."

Just then, the printer spit out a paper, and Hotch picked it up, heading a headline from an old newspaper.

" 'Sixteen year old survives inferno. The mother, Ellen Hayes, called it a mirical: 'My daughter was tested by God, he tested my child and she came through blessed.' " Hotch read. "Look at the house number."

Gideon, Arnie, and Ruth looked at the paper, seeing the picture of the house that caught fire, and seeing the house number.

"Three three three..." Arnie whispered, looking up at the others.

"Well, we know why she's doing it now..." Ruth said. They turned to her. "God tested her with fire. Now everytime she sees a series of threes, she believes God is telling her to test others. She believes it's her duty."

They had security check the science building in case Clara was there, but she didn't turn up.

While the team searched for the next pattern of threes, Morgan and Elle found a closet full of homemade chemical, flammable bombs in Clara's apartment. They had called Hotch immediately, who told then to seal the building and get everyone out.

That's when Gideon started sending out security officers to each building on campus to start pulling fire alarms.

Clara could be anywhere, just waiting to test her next victim.

As students were evacuated from all the buildings, the team went over campus maps, blueprints, building plans, anything that could give them the next pattern of threes, but so far, they were coming up empty handed, which was putting intense stress on them all - especially Gideon, who paced back and forth frantically with different papers each time.

"Jason, wait, wait," Hotch said, stopping Gideon from pacing any longer. "Clara Hayes is likely a very good person. Someone who never wanted to do anyone harm, like any other rational person. But there's nothing rational about Obsessive Compulsive Disorder."

Reid, who had come up behind Gideon, nodded a little. "Research suggests that OCD involves communication between the frontal part of the brain and the orbital cortex. Plus deeper structures; the basal ganglia."

"What he's trying to say is you can't reason with her because you can't reason with a physiological problem." Ruth explained, coming up behind Hotch. "She's not setting these fires because she wants to, she setting them because she has to."

Gideon looked between Hotch and Ruth, eyebrows furrowed, voice quiet. "What are you trying to say?"

"Don't try to convince her to stop, because you won't be able to." Hotch told him.

At that Gideon was silent, but he saw the reasoning behind it; it would only give Clara a longer chance at doing something awful. So he nodded.

Time passed, and still, no Clara was found, nor was any fire or smoke. Ruth was on her way to find Morgan and Elle across campus to help them search when she received a call.

"Dr. Ford." She answered.

It was Hotch. "Ruth. The third floor of the science building is under construction." He told her.

Ruth furrowed her eyebrows a little. "But it's after ten. She the elevators aren't operational."

"Remember what the chem students to us yesterday? 'You need a key to get it moving after ten p.m.'?"

Ruth was silent for a moment before she widened her eyes a little. "Shit." She whispered.

"Ruth, Gideon and I are on our way, but you're the closest to the science building. I need you to get there first."

"Yes, sir." She said. "Rutherford out." Then she shoved her phone back in her pocket and took off sprinting down the rest of the sidewalk to the science building just a few meters away.

She burst her way through the doors, immediately looking for the stairs, and scaled them to the third floor.

As she got closer to the third floor, she could hear the voices of students - pleading, fearful - and she knew Clara was there.

As Ruth quietly came around the corner of a dimly lit, under construction hallway, she saw Clara on her knees in front of the stuck elevator, the doors on each side pried open a small gap, a lit flare in her hand. Ruth could smell gasoline.

"Clara." She said, stepping into the open.

Clara's head turned, staring at Ruth. "I have to do this." She said.

"You know this isn't rational Clara." Ruth said, slowly stepping closer.

Ruth knew she was a hypocrite. It wasn't rational to reason with this girl either, she'd even said so herself. But she couldn't help but try. She could see the way Clara's eyes widened, like she knew what she was doing was wrong.

"God chose me to be tested, and now he's chosen them." Clara said.

"What kind of god puts a sixteen year old girl through a house fire to test her?" Ruth said, her voice a little more stern, a little louder.

"If I don't do this, something terrible will happen." Clara moved the flare closer to the gap in the elevator doors.

"What's going to happen Clara? A flood? A plague? An earthquake? Famine?" Ruth persisted, still moving closer with caution. "You know this isn't rational!"

There was a look of pain on her face as Clara drew back some. "I know, I know, I know..."

"Then resist, Clara." Ruth said.

"I can't!" She gasped through grit teeth.

"Clara?" Said the voice of one of the student's trapped in the elevator. Ruth recognized it as Jeremy, the chem student they spoke with. He and the two girls stuck with him pleaded for Clara to stop

"They must be tested!" Clara continued. As Ruth listened to her, she moved closer, hand moving around her waist for her gun. "God's wrath..."

"Clara, you told me and my teammates it was a chem student." Ruth continued to try. "You left the message about Charown. Isiah 13:13; Therefore I will make the heavens tremble, And the earth will be shaken from its place At the fury of the Lord of hosts In the day of His burning anger'. Clara, you want to stop! "

Clara was too far in. She bowed the flare up and down, reciting 'Father, Son, Holy Ghost' in a mantra. Ruth gripped her gun tighter. She didn't want to shoot the girl, but she wasn't about to give her a choice.

"Clara...Clara, stop!"

Without giving herself time to back down, she fired her gun, sending a bullet into Clara's thigh. At the same time, Gideon and Hotch came into the hallway from the opposite side, weapons also drawn.

The students in the elevator screamed. Clara collapsed and dropped the flare, sending it rolling towards the gap in the doors. Before it could fall in, Gideon rushed forward and stomped it out.

Ruth let out a shakey breath, bring her gun down. She watched Hotch come up to the elevator to make sure the trapped students were okay, and Gideon point his gun down at Clara in case she made a move to get up.

"I thought you said not to reason with her?" Gideon said to Ruth.

She looked up at him and sighed, not able to come up with a response like she normally could.

As the jet flew them from Arizona back to Virginia, Ruth sat on the couch and tried to silently read her book.

It was hard, considering what had happened a few hours before, and the fact that Arnie was leaning on her shoulder, snoring loudly as he slept.

Ruth gave up after a while, ending up just blankly staring at the pages in her book that sat on her lap.

Her attention was diverted from the blurry page to the motion across the aisle, seeing Gideon standing up from his seat to sit somewhere else, and Reid sitting on the other side of a chessboard, looking after him with a confused look on his face.

He'd lost to Gideon. Again.

Ruth watched him sit like a kicked puppy for a few more minutes before she spoke up.

"I figured it out, you know." She said.

Reid turned to look at her, having not heard her speak since they all got on the jet. "Figured what out?"

"Why you can't win a game of chess against anyone but Arnie."

Reid sighed a little. "If you say it's because I don't think outside the box..."

Ruth smirked a little. "You know, Morgan had a point when he said that. It's true, you don't really." She closed her book, set it to the side, and pushed Arnie's unconscious form off her shoulder. She moved to sit on the edge of the couch. "Reid...you can't just think one move ahead. You have to think three moves ahead.

"Take this case for example. Not just because of the whole...you know...threes thing. I mean...you really had to think outside the box on this one." Ruth told him. "Like if you hadn't caught onto the threes thing...if we hadn't found the existing patterns together...those students from that elevator would be dead."

Reid stared at her, taking her words in. He knew what she said to be true.

Ruth was silent for a moment before she spoke again. "And...listen..." She sighed a little. "Neither of us may want to admit this...but the two of us work really well together. I'm not sure why that is, but...what do you say we try to get along? For the team's sake." She paused. "Also, I'm sorry for indirectly calling you a psychopath yesterday."

A slight smile formed on the corner of Reid's lips and he huffed in amusement. "Apology accepted and...I agree. For the team's sake, of course."

She nodded quickly. "Of course." She smiled a little but herself.

Reid looked back down at the chessboard in front of him for a moment before he looked back up. "Gideon told me you were a really talented chess player." He said. "Mind if we play?"

Ruth stared at him for a moment before she smiled a little more. "Why not." She stood up from the couch, leaving Arnie to snore by himself, and then sat across from Reid as he started to reset the board. "You know, there's one thing I'd just like to clarify after this case."

Reid glanced up. "What's that?"

"My least favorite number is now officially three."

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hah they're so cute
literal dream team

- Dan<3