He held her for a moment, taking in the familiar scent of her simple shampoo.
"I felt that it was important for you to call me all this way..." He stated as he pulled away, placing his hands on her shoulders and looking at her.
"Spencer? Spencer Reid? A tragedy to put it simply," Gil said, bowing his head.
He turned and glanced back at Skye, who had surprisingly not wandered off. "I brought...my intern," he stated, could she be described as such? She certainly was not a significant other or anything of the sort, more like a specimen to study, in a platonic way of course. "Feel free to use her as you need her."
He motioned for the girl to step forward. "Skye McGregor? Sara Sidle."
Skye just stared blankly at Sara for a moment. Gil gave her a look and sighed, "Skye, get the kids from the car, will you? Please do not stop for a fifteen minute smoke break on the way. Urgency is your guide now. Besides smoking..."