The sun shone brightly through the trees in the public park, casting patchy shadows on the chess board that currently held Dr. Spencer Reid's attention. He was about to finish the fifth game against himself in the past 25 minutes. It actually sadden him how chess no longer seemed to be a challenge.

A little breeze cooled the surprisingly dry heat of the early summer day, the laughing shrieks of young children at day camp could be heard from where Spencer sat on the other side of the park. He smiled to himself, he loved seeing people happy. That's why he works at the BAU for a living. Helping save people from the evil he saw every day was the most gratifying thing in the world to him.

Spencer looked up from the chess board, stretching his neck, and saw her. Every morning she would jog down the same path. Some times she would smile at him, wave to some little kids that wandered over from the camp, and sometimes she'd be off in her own world, focused entirely on the task at hand.

Today she was wearing a red and black sports bra that showed her tanned and toned stomach (and silver belly ring). She had on loose black shorts that barley covered her ass, and in turn showed off her equally tanned and toned legs.

Spencer watched as she came to a stop a few yards away. She spread her legs a little wider than shoulder width, took a deep breath, and slowly bent down between her legs, touching the cemented path with the palms of her hands. Her long, black ponytail flipped over the top of her head, and Spencer took note of two tattoos on her back. One at the base of her neck, one on her left shoulder blade.

Once she was done with her legs stretches, Spencer watched the strikingly beautiful woman start upper body stretches.

'Oh God,' was the only thought running through Spencer's head as he watched her arms go above and behind her head. While she stretched her arms, she apparently decided to stretch her back, seeing as Spencer got to watch her upper chest expand, her breast straining the fabric that contained them.

Spencer had to blink repeatedly to stop himself from starring. He forced himself to look back down at the chess board and decided to re-set it, start a new game.

"Want a partner?" he heard a tired but smiling voice question from above.

He looked up and was met with piercing blue eyes.

"Um, sur-sure." He answered, mentally cursing himself for stuttering. The woman he was just watching took a seat across from him.

"I'm sorry if I'm intruding," She said after Spencer made the first. "I just haven't played a good game of chess in a long time."

"It's no problem. I actually always feel a little weird playing by my self." He admitted as he watched her examine the board. Her side sweep bangs feel over her left eye, but she didn't seem to care, she just continued to study the board.

After a few more moments of silence, the game was on.

Some undefined amount of time later, Spencer received a phone call.

"I'm sorry." He apologized before taking the phone out of his pocket.

"Dr. Reid. Okay, I'll be right in." Was all he said before hanging up and looking back to the mystery woman.

"I'm sorry," He said again, "I have to go."

"Do you have a pen?" She asked sweetly.

Spencer dug through his messenger bag and pulled out a black pen. She took it from him, grabbed his hand, and wrote down a phone number on the back of his left hand.

She then took out her iPod nano and took what Spencer assumed was a short video of the chess board.

"Call me when you can finish the game." She said with a smile before unwinding her ear buds from around her iPod.

"Wait!" He called to the woman walking away, "I don't know your name."

She turned around and gave him that brilliant smile.

"I'll tell what," She said, walking closer to him, "You beat me," she pointed to the chess board, "and I'll tell you."

On that note, she put in her ear buds and jogged off, leaving a smiling Spencer behind. He finally understood what the old saying meant: he hated to see her go, but loved to watch her leave.

"Hey Pretty Boy, where ya' been?" Morgan asked from his seat across the table.

"Park, playing chess." He answered simply. He really didn't find the need to inform his surrogate older brother that he was playing chess at the park with a gorgeous woman, who just so happened to give him a run for his money.

"And, what's that on your hand?" Prentiss asked with a smirk, both her and Morgan leaning in closer.

Spencer took a seat and looked at his hand, though very well aware what it was, and gave the answer, "It appears to be a series of numbers."

Not a second later a pen collided with Spencer's face.

"No dip, Sherlock." Prentiss replied in irritation.

"What?" Spencer asked with feigned shock, "You asked what was on my hand and I told you."

Before she had the time to reply, JJ came in and started the de-briefing.

"Two weeks ago in Vegas a 25 year old woman named Trina Lock was kidnapped on her way to a hotel gym. A week later she was found dead in her hotel room. Last Friday 26 year old Thea Aller was taken on her way back to her room from the hotel bar. Police realize they are pressed for time and are practically begging for help."

The team looked at the two pictures. Trina had long, straight black hair and dark blue eyes. Thea had shorter, curly black hair and pale blue eyes.

"Collector?" Rossi propositioned. The women didn't look exactly the same, but the pattern was clearly there.

"Maybe," Spencer answered, "Their names also concern me. The pure and the divine."

"It definitely sounds like some form of OCD." Emily said. "What would the third victim look like?"

"She'd more than likely have strikingly blue eyes and either long, curly hair or short, straight hair." Morgan answered. "Reid, any possibility on the name?"

"It'd begin with a 'T', that much is clear," Spencer said, thinking back to the list of names and meanings he'd looked up out of boredom when he was a teenager, "I think, it might be some form of Tamatha, thought to mean the perfect."

"Well, that sounds definite." Prentiss said, have joking.

"Alright," Hotch stated, drawing all attention, "Vegas is in trouble. Wheels up in 10 everyone."

Everyone got up and walked out to grab there go-bags.

Once they were on the plane, Morgan and Prentiss made a point to sit with Spencer.

"So, tell us more about this chess game and 'series of numbers'." Morgan commanded with an evil smirk.

Spencer simply sighed to himself.

This was going to be a long trip.

"We're waiting." Emily urged, a smirk matching Morgan's.

Very long.

A/N: Okay, Chess in Vegas got 50% of the votes, so here's the first chapter. Can anyone guess the jogger's name?

Remember, the story with the most reviews will get updated first.

And I'm not starting any other stories until I finish Need You Now, and I think I finally figured out how I'm going to do that.

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