Another day, another town, another case closed. The scrawny young man just sighed as he took the last swig of his tasteless coffee and trashed the rest of them in the bin. He could feel holes were being bored behind his skull as the two eyes burning the back of his head as paced a little faster.

"Running away from something Spence?" A female figure greeted him as she handed him one of the two cups in her hand. "This one is better. I promise." She smiled.

Reid just shook his head. "JJ, was it you?" He started but halted instantaneously. Questioningly, Jereau glanced at the younger man beside her. "Never mind. Forget it." He continued. "Thanks for this." His voice was a little clearer after he took a sip from the still steaming cup of hot caffeine infused water.

It was not like him to be ashamed or to be unsure of his own thoughts. But Jareau knew better than to pester her younger colleague for an answer. She knew he would talk once he is comfortable enough. "Hey, I'm sorry for what I said in the jet. I really did not mean what I said. I was not thinking clearly." She said as they approached the black SUV.

Reid just shrugged his shoulders. "It's fine. You were under a lot of pressure. I understand." His nonchalant tone made it that much harder for her to accept what innocent young man he is.

"I know you do. I was also wrong. Do you accept my apology?" Jareau said smiling a little. Reid just nodded. "Is something wrong?" She questioned. Reid just looked at her questioningly. "There is no theory, no quotes?" She pressed a little. Again, Reid just shook his head. "If something is on your mind, I would not mind lending my ears and you know that right?"

Reid sighed. He might be innocent, but he does not know how easy was it for him to let his emotion show on his face. "It's nothing really. I just feel like I was being followed." He admitted quietly.

"Since when?" A little concerned, the older agent asked. Again Reid just shrugged his shoulders. "Do you think you can describe this stalker?" She questioned.

Taking a few second to think Reid nodded. His slumped shoulders showed how confident he was with this own judgment. "It's probably nothing." He said instead. "Maybe just something I thought I saw, or I thought I feel." His voice did not speak his mind, yet his reaction and body language gave it all to Jereau.

"Looks like someone has a fan." Morgan's loud voice made his co-workers jumped in their skin. "Too bad she don't know what she is looking at." He teased as he shouldered the younger man.

"Who? What fan?" A little fidgety, Reid blurted out nervously. The flush of his face drained a little as he could feel his hands became chilly. He knew it. He knew he was being watched. He was being followed by a familiar yet distant eyes.

Morgan let out a laugh. "The girl in purple has been smiling every time you pass by her. She even told Hotch you smelled familiar." His description made Reid jumped in his skin a little. "What's wrong with you? She has been here for a few days seeing her Uncle Aaron."

Letting out a huge sigh of relief, Reid smiled to himself. "I knew she looked a little familiar from somewhere." He began. "I thought I was being stalked." He uttered quietly as he felt his cheeks tingled with blood rushing.

"By who?" The deep quiet voice of his leader made Reid jumped again. No matter how long he has been working with the man, he could still crept up silently to make the younger man jump.

It was like he was pulled from reality back to his childhood when he saw the girl beside Hotchner. "Her." His voice squeaked out of his throat, as if his voice box protested from vibrating but his mind forced it anyway.

The young girl beside Hotchner smiled. Her long brown locks falls softly framing her chubby oval face. Her hazel green eyes were fixed on Reid, yet it looked so distant. "Katheryn Hotchner." She said extending her hand confidently in front of her.

One by one the BAU agents shook her hand and she gave a small wave to Reid. As if she knew that he was more of a small wave kind of guy rather than a hand shake guy. "Spencer…" Reid began but was cut off mid sentence.

"Reid. IQ 187. Graduated at 12 from Las Vegas, Nevada." Katheryn said, smiling slyly. "I'm not a stalker. I promise. You just don't remember. We have met before." She explained herself proudly. "Does the name Hayley Brett ring a bell?" She questioned. The young man hesitated. "For someone with an eidetic memory, you sure forget quickly, Smint." Her pretend whisper laced with a hint of wittiness.

A little stunned, Reid smiled as he began to remember the lost years of Dr. Spencer Reid. The dark hour of his life. "You were just 8. You moved when you were 8. At least that was what Dr. Micha told us." The smile on Reid's face was sincere. As if flicker of light lit instantly in his genius brain.

. "I was Hayley when I moved." Feeling the heavy shift in the air, Katheryn took the hint to change the subject on hand. "Anyways, I heard you guys and your technical highness, have been working very hard, and I owe my favourite uncle a lunch. Why don't we have dinner together, a little later. At my place. I do live with a great cook and Aaron can vouch for the spectacular of his culinary brilliance." Katheryn suggested. "He's not really my uncle. I just like to call him that to get on his nerves, which never works." The young brunette said in a whispery voice although the whole team could hear her.

"Well, it's a step better than being called daddy." Hotchner smiled as he wrapped his arms around the younger girl protectively.