Log; Prentiss and Billy, closed

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Log; Prentiss and Billy, closed

Who: Dr Horrible and Agent Prentiss
Where: Spencer Reids Cabin
What: Searching for CLUES!!!

It was possible that Billy wasn't thinking at his most clear when he pushed open the door to Spencer's room. What he knew mainly came down to three things;

1) His warden was seriously hurt because of this.
2) Someone else was mostly to blame.
3) Prentiss would probably want to take a different approach to how this person should be dealt with than he would be taking.

So it was with some serious misgivings that he entered the room, giving it a quick glance over before looking back to the profiler.

"So, clues. Have at."

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Prentiss watched Billy's back as he opened the door. He was clearly upset about this - not that she wasn't, but it was easier for her to separate herself from her emotions - and she knew he was the type to act rashly. Reid's room didn't look particularly disturbed; there was no sign of a struggle and nothing much was out of place. Prentiss glanced at Billy, then entered the room, looking around carefully.

"Try not to touch anything if you don't have to," she said, moving closer to the bed. There was a small stack of books arranged neatly on the bedside table and the sheets were rumpled. Prentiss frowned; she couldn't see Reid's gun anywhere.

Billy resisted the temptation to glare. He didn't dislike Prentiss, and this clearly wasn't her fault, in fact, she was helping him try to fix it. Sort of. In her own way. Still. he couldn't help but feel a certain amount of resentment at her intrusion into his desire to go mete out the power of some kind of punishment.

He still had the freeze ray. He could probably tweak that to make it painful...

"Well if we aren't allowed to touch anything how can we search? What if there's a clue underneath something? I need to touch things!"

He wasn't touching anything yet, but he itched to do it. It was like he had an open wall of circuits in front of him and he was being forbidden to get in there and discover how it worked...

"I said if you don't have to," she pointed out, resisting the urge to roll her eyes. Of course, he hadn't been trained but wasn't this common sense? "I need to be able to see if anything's out of place, and I can't do that if you move everything immediately." She scanned the room again. Like Billy had said, there was no syringe, nothing much to indicate anything had happened at all, except the niggling absense of Reid's service weapon. It would usually be in its holster, on the desk or by the bed, easily accessible.

"Okay," she nodded at Billy after another moment, a sign that he could search now, if he did it carefully. "Keep an eye out for his gun."

And he was off! Not quite as grabilly off as he would have liked, but off none the less! Billy darted to Reids desk and begins hunting through the draws. At first he moved only what needed moving, but there's no gun, and interestingly, he didn't see his wardens handcuffs either. Still, ever the scientist at heart, Billy went through the draws systematically.

Nothing, nothing, nothing, journal, nothing...

Wait.

Journal?

Billy gave a furtive glance over his shoulder before snatching it and shoving it into his lab coat. He could look at that later.

"You having any look over there?"

While Billy searched the desk, Prentiss went to the bedside table. She looked at the books, no clues there, a couple of fantasy books and some non-fiction. She lifted the pillows gently, not sure what she thought she might find; a syringe, Reid's gun? But there was nothing there. Then she turned to the drawer. Carefully, she opened it. There. A syringe.

"I found something," she replied, glancing over her shoulder. "Syringe." And she would bet anything that there would be traces of acetone in it. If only they had a lab here.

"No huge surprise there then. I'd suggest dusting for prints, but I don't know how many inmates would be open to letting you check it against theirs."

Billy went through the next draw, frowning slightly before turning to look over at the Warden,

"And sign of his handcuffs? Or his journal?"

"Yeah," she said vaguely, her mind caught up thinking about Reid. Who would inject him? She didn't know enough about the inmates on the Barge, and she had no idea who Reid had been in contact with, or who knew about his drug problems. She had no information, and she suddenly wished Garcia or JJ was there to help.

She gritted her teeth and kept searching the drawers, finally looking under the bed to be sure. "No, there's nothing. So someone's got his gun, his handcuffs and his journal." She turned to look at Billy. "I haven't been here long enough to know who he talks to... Any ideas?"

Billy shook his head a little regretfully, "I haven't noticed him having too many close friends, he got on okay with one of the other wardens a while ago, and... Well, he sort of is nice to most people, but no one really close."

He looked down. Spencer needed more friends. Maybe he could get Sam to spend time with him. When he was better of course, and he would get better.

"Maybe something came out during the truth flood. I don't know, is there anything else we can do here?"

"I guess so," she said, in reply to the truth flood comment. Someone must have asked him about it. Why hadn't she seen it? She wasn't thinking as clearly as she should have been. "We have to find out who he was talking to during the flood."

Prentiss checked once more for anything out of place, not really expecting to find anything she hadn't seen before. Whoever had done this had kept it clean, fast and had known enough to tidy up afterward. With a sigh, she looked back at Reid's inmate. "No, there's probably not much else we can do. Without forensics, or his journal..." she trailed off, waving a dismissive hand in frustration.

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