A/N: Here we go it's chapter 2! I hope you like it! I'm trying to pace myself but I just wanna whump Reid already! Aaah the woes of writing. Reviews are much desired!

Chapter 2

Reid was in a deep sleep, dreaming something about Sigmund Freud having a political debate with Tom Baker, the fourth doctor from Dr. Who, when his phone rang. He slapped the dresser for his phone accidentally knocking it to the floor. When he rolled over to reach it he fell asleep again. This time the fourth doctor was having his political debate with the Muppet Gonzo, having defeated Freud. The phone stopped ringing then began five minutes later. This time the dream dissipated and he sucked in a deep breath waking up enough to find the phone.

"Reid, yeah….okay I'm on my way" he dropped the phone next to him then rolled yelping as he hit the floor hard. He muttered under his breath about the mattress changing dimensions in his sleep then got up to get ready. It didn't take him long to get to the kitchen, hanging in the fridge, contemplating his lunch. The urgent craving for bacon still gnawed at his core but Penelope was a vicious watchdog. An idea popped into his brilliant brain. He got a big plastic container and put a later of spinach and lettuce blend on the bottom carefully packing it against the sides then piled a thick layer of bacon bits on top added another layer of greens. He chopped up tomato, olives and a few other heart healthy vegetables then topped it with a thick layer of onion and garlic until he couldn't smell the bacon.

"Ha! That'll fool her!" He grinned prancing to the door confident he could get his bacon today his mental celebration interrupted by the crunch under his foot as he went out the door. He frowned at the box of chocolates. It was the same as he'd found last night. He picked it up finding the same cryptic note.

"For my sweet" he sighed figuring it was one of his neighbors. Most of the neighborhood was senior and a few of them were a bit senile. Mr. Simmons especially was always regaling him with his carnal escapades. He had no doubt this was another one of his romantic pursuits delivered to the wrong house. He stopped by his outside trash and tossed it in before heading into the office. He was tempted to eat the sweets but he wasn't supposed to do a lot of processed sweets. Despite what Penelope thought he was keeping to the strict diet proscribed by his doctor with very little deviation. He went straight to the crime scene which was an office building.

"Red tape for the blindfold and excessive cutting but what did he use as the weapon? I've never seen a knife make cuts these small" Reid leaned in close and circled the body curious.

"There's something in his mouth," Rossi pulled his mouth open and tugged out the object, "A pouch containing thirteen silver coins"

"Who did you say the victim was?" Spencer asked.

"Arthur Nichols, he's a politician and the rumor is he's planning on running in the next election." Hotchner flipped through his notes.

"A politician with thirteen silver coins in his mouth and red tape around his eyes; that speaks a pretty clear message" Rossi added.

"After a corrupt politician or just any politician do you think?" JJ postulated.

"Garcia will find if this guy is dirty."

"Delight me with your sweet syrupy voice."

"Hey baby girl, I need you to dig up the dirt on an Arthur Nichols."

"Easy peasy I will get back to you with the dirtiest of dirts." Morgan shook his head with a smirk the call ended.

"We know he's methodical and organized. He chose a dump site that's been closed for over a week for renovations, I don't see any signs of defensive injuries so he subdued him without a struggle and to do this many cuts he would need an enormous amount of time alone." Spencer turned his attention to the room.

"Blinded by red tape, silenced by bribes, the cause of death is certain to keep with the same theme." Hotchner mused.

"This guy is one helluva sadist to do all these cuts."

"Or patient revenge, this could speak of a lot of anger." Rossi suggested. Morgan's phone rang.

"Talk to me PG, you're on speaker phone."

"Bad news lover, I'm still working on info for Nichols but there's been another kidnapping."

"Who's missing?"

"Jaime Brians, he's another politician."

"If he stays to script we've got a week to find him" They broke off from the scene pursuing different angles of investigation before gradually working their way back to headquarters. When Reid got back to the office his stomach was growling with hunger and he turned his thoughts to his bacon laden salad. Before he could sit down and eat he had to get past Garcia's office first. He approached silently unable to see if she was in there, glancing back and forth paranoid. Feeling like an antelope on the safari he made his move.

"Reid, are you hiding something from me?" Garcia stood in the door way leering at him.

"Why would you think I'm hiding something?" he tried to play it cool.

"Don't play innocent with me, here, now." she snapped her fingers and pointed for him to stand next to her. He glanced around for an escape route considering running but he didn't think he could outrun her so he complied.

"What are you hiding?"

"Nothing." she looked him up and down and he fought to not squirm or blink under her scrutiny. He almost groaned when she yanked his bag away from him and fished out his lunch.

"Well this looks like a good salad, all the right veggies, plenty of it, especially the onion and garlic, quite aromatic, why?"

"Why is onion and garlic aromatic? Well it contains a…well, now that I think about it I've never ready anything on the subject, I should look into it after this case." he went to grab the lunch back but failed, a chill of fear going up his spine as she pulled out a fork and began to dig through the salad.

"Hmm, what's this I see Spencer, bacon hidden under all the good for you veggies? What is wrong with you? Do you want to get another heart attack and die and leave us all to suffering through eternal mourning at your loss?" she ranted shoveling the bacon out of the salad directly into a trash can.

"Garcia it's just four slices, the doctor said it was okay to have these kinds of foods every now and then and this is the first time I haven't followed the diet exactly!" She stopped and glared so fierce Reid couldn't resist a fearful step back.

"Okay? Okay? It is not okay! I love you Reid but sometimes you are just so stupid I wanna shake you till your eyes pop! Why can't you take this seriously! Here, sit down and eat this where I can watch you!" she gave back the pillaged lunch and shoved him into a chair still leering. He stared at the meal saddened, scooped out some of the excess onion and garlic before beginning. He slunk away after his meal, full but disappointed determined to win this battle and get his bacon.

"Hotch, yeah fine, can you do something about Garcia, I just want to eat a lunch without her plundering it like I'm a toddler."

"Reid I don't have time to deal with your relational problems right now, I have to focus on this case. The media has already gotten wind of it." Hotch hung up on him. He sighed and dialed JJ.

"JJ what do I do? I just want to be able to eat for myself. Does she think I can't take care of myself now? Like I'm a child?"

"Reid you have to be patient, you gave her a bad scare. She always watches us leave, put ourselves in danger and all she can do is sit back and watch, just appease her and she'll let up eventually."

"Great, I'm never going to feed myself again." he hung up with a huff. He was weighing his decision between begging Morgan or Rossi for help next when a call for Morgan came through. "Yeah Morgan?"

"Listen up kid, I'm only telling you this once. Garcia has the skills to declare you legally dead and not get caught or control your entire life without ever leaving her computer room and not get caught. Surrender it's your only hope. I know from experience you cannot win against her and I know better than to get in the middle." Reid didn't have a chance to answer. Morgan had said his peace and hung up. Someone walked by and dropped a lab report from forensics on his desk. Reid began reading and muttering to himself brain whirling with facts.

"Cause of death was exsanguination and there was paper fibres in the wounds…paper…He's bleeding them out with paper cuts?"