A/N this is very short I know but I am only setting the stage.

Warnings: Language

I own nothing of CM only my own characters.

Prologue

The man sat in the darkened room. This was it he thought. This is what I have been working and waiting for. I will not fail this time. She will be mine. I will not let her get away with betraying me and giving her self to some one else not when she was meant to be mine. He got up turned on a light that was muted almost to a golden glow. He walked across the room to the wall that was hers. There were pictures of her everywhere. Some from years ago and some from now. There were pictures of her walking to her car from the supermarket, her going into the dry cleaners. There were news paper articles of her face in the aftermath of her kidnapping. The headlines read. "AGENT SAVES GIRLFRIEND FROM PSCHO DOC"

Another picture of her wedding. The headline this time "SPECIAL AGENT REID WEDS GIRLFRIEND IN WAKE OF KIDNAPPING"

And of course her ordeal in the bank just over a year ago. WIFE OF BAU AGENT ALMOST KILLED IN BANK HOSTAGE CRISIS

There were pictures of her with the baby in the park, at the shopping mall and even in her own back yard. They were arranged in a collage with other items hanging on the wall as well. A long pink dress she had worn to sing in the choir at school. A poster of the picture she took and entered into a reflections contest it had one first prize. And on the table were a dozen burning candles and several year books open to her picture. The man stood in front of the wall for a moment staring at the pictures he bent and blew out the candles save one before turning and picking up a bag from the unmade bed. He adjusted his tie and grabbed his car keys. He didn't want to be late for the reunion and he was sure she would be there too. He left the room slamming the door. The one candle illuminated her wedding photo a shot of her and her husband coming out of the church. Only her smiling face was seen. Her husband's was scratched out of the picture. As it was in all the pictures he had taken of her when she was with him.

Our envy of others devours us most of all.

Alexander Solzhenitsyn (1918 - )

A/N please reivew.