Welcome to part 2 this is the last chapter so I hope you enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing. This has been a fun crossover thank you so much to Smirkle for suggesting it.

Ch. 2 I'll Stop at Nothing to Keep You Safe

(CLARE)

I run upstairs and grab my ringing phone, "Hey Adam."

"Why is my mom freaking out and bitching about your mom between saying your name and talking about police protection?" Adam questions with a worried and slightly frantic tone.

"Because I have a stalker," I admit. It won't do me any good to lie to Adam he's heard his mom and he'd know something was going on when he saw me being guarded tomorrow.

"You what? What do you mean you have a stalker what stalker?" He questions his voice going high with anxiety. "Never mind I'm coming over you can explain everything starting with why you didn't tell me you had a stalker."

"Adam d…" I begin to tell him not to come over but it's too late he's hung up. I'm sure that calling Adam back and telling him not to come will be pointless so I go downstairs.

"My best friend is coming over, his mom is the one on the school board and he heard her yelling about me needing police protection so now he's worried," I tell Hotch and Morgan. Officer Turner is still on the phone outside, with Dave at a new high school I haven't seen much of Officer Turner since last summer.

"Keep the visit short the unsub is probably watching," Hotch says.

"Would he hurt Adam?"

"He's never hurt victim's friends or family before but he knows you're under protection and he's escalated. We'll make sure Adam is safe," Morgan tells me and then Officer Turner comes in.

"Audra will arrange for Dr. Reid to be at the school and shadow Clare's classes tomorrow discreetly. I spoke with Simpson and he'd feel better if one or two other agents were at the school. I'll be there but we should coordinate with CSIS," Turner tells them.

"We'll make sure the house and the school are under surveillance. You've been to the school before do you know the layout pretty well?" Hotch asks Turner.

"Very well my son went there for three years until he was recruited at private school for the basketball team this last year," Officer Turner says.

"Good we'll need you to come back with us and go over the possible security risks," Hotch comments and Turner nods. "Morgan call Garcia and get blue prints of the school and city maps of the area surrounding it," Hotch commands just as my doorbell rings.

"That's probably Adam," I remark.

"I'll answer it," Turner offers and goes to the front door a second later Adam walks in. He looks at Morgan and Hotch before coming over to me.

"I'm going to talk to Adam in my room for a moment," I tell them and we go upstairs.

"So you have personal FBI protection and just when did you get a stalker and why didn't you tell me?"

"I wasn't even sure I had a stalker. I got letters taped to my front door, one last Wednesday and another Saturday morning and then one just this last Wednesday. The first one just seemed like a secret admirer I didn't think much of it. By the second letter however the language began to sound threatening, by the third I was sure it was more than just a kid with a crush so I went to the criminology lecture and I asked the members of the BAU who were giving it to look at the letters. They confirmed that the letters were a stalker, someone they've seen before."

"Don't stalkers usually only go after one person?"

"Yes but he's also a serial killer. He's stalked and killed eight other women in the last eight years," I tell Adam and he goes pale. "The other women weren't found until after they were killed they didn't even know they were being stalked. I sought help Adam, I'm under protection and I even figured out what connects the victims. He knows I'm under protection he called Officer Turner."

"Then he knows you know Officer Turner which means he either knows that you're friends with Dave or he's been watching you for a very long time," Adam comments.

"I'll be okay Adam I'm being watched by the FBI, the police even the CSIS. Whoever this guy is I'm not going to let him get me. I survived cancer I'm sure as hell am not going to let some psychopath kill me to fulfill whatever fantasy he might have," I assert.

"Just be careful," Adam says hugging me tightly.

"I will I'm scared too but I'm not letting going to let him get me Adam and neither is the BAU, police or CSIS."

"I should get home; Mom was still yelling on the phone when I left she doesn't know I'm gone. If I don't see you at school tomorrow I'm coming back," Adam says and I smile. When we get back downstairs J.J. and Spence are back.

"This is my best friend Adam, this Agent Jareau and Dr. Reid."

"It's nice to meet you, keep her safe please," Adam says.

"We will," Spence assures him. Adam says goodbye and hugs me again when I walk him to the door and I watch him get in his car. Hotch and Morgan are still here, they talk to Adam a moment and when he leaves Morgan and Hotch follow him to make sure he gets home safely.

"We'll both be at the school tomorrow; we'll pose as members of the school board there for an inspection. I'll shadow your classes and stay close to you all day it's unlikely that the unsub will approach you in busy school but we won't take any chances. Officer Turner will be posted outside the school and CSIS agents along with other members of our team will be patrolling the areas around the school and your house," Spence tells me.

"I know it's been a long couple of days but we need you to make a list of anyone new that's entered your life in the last six months. We also need a list of anyone who knows about the incident between you and your co-op boss," J.J. says.

I nod and go upstairs to get my laptop and then sit on the sofa and make a list. It takes a while for me to think back and write down everyone that's recently come into my life. After that J.J. and Spence ask me questions about Asher and my routine and other things. They stop by lunch when Rossi brings sandwiches but I'm not hungry so I sit on the sofa with my laptop.

"You should really eat something," Rossi says bringing me a sandwich.

"I'm not hungry," I shake my head and he looks at my laptop.

"What are you doing?"

"I figured out what all the victims have in common but I don't understand how he found us. We're all in different cities, some in the U.S. some in Canada and there's no overlap in people we would have come in contact with."

"Clare you already found a connection between you and the other victims when the top minds in the FBI and CSIS couldn't that's amazing. You knew you were in trouble and brought us in you've done plenty," Rossi tells me and I look at him.

"This psychopath is after me, he's killed eight women and somehow he found out about Asher and has decided I'm going to be his ninth victim. The more I know the better chance we have of finding him and stopping him before he gets to me."

"I promise you Clare we'll find this guy and keep you safe," Rossi says in an effort to assuage my fears.

"I believe that you'll keep me safe but the more I know the more control I have," I assert.

"I think you should take a break, step back from it for a minute if you overwhelm yourself with it you could become so paranoid that you miss the moment when you're truly in danger," Spence says sitting on my other side and taking the laptop from me. He replaces the laptop with the plate and the sandwich.

J.J. distracts me by asking me about pictures on the wall and getting me talking about Darcy while I slowly pick at my sandwich. Then we start talking about ex-boyfriends after she sees a picture of me, Adam and Eli. While we're talking Spence and Rossi go outside to talk where I can't hear them.

(REID)

"She's a determined young woman if more of our victims had her intelligence, instincts and determination we might be out of a job," Rossi comments when we step out onto the back porch.

"Yeah I've never met anyone like her most victims are so paralyzed by fear they can't do anything but be a victim. Clare is doing everything she can to not be a victim and determine who the unsub is. She's only eighteen she's already been through a lot," I remark looking through the sliding glass door at Clare. I look back at Rossi when I feel his eyes on me. "What?"

"Careful Kid I've seen that look before," Rossi says.

"I'm concerned that's all, she's unique even you have to admit that she caught a pattern none of us could."

"Yes and we were all quite impressed but none of us have that look in our eyes. Maybe you should take her to dinner when this is all over," Rossi half-teases and I twist my mouth at him.

"Garcia is going over the list of people that Clare gave us but it's a lot of names and she's been exposed to a lot. She had cancer last summer her exposure to new people would have been limited but she still would have been exposed to doctors, nurses, counselors."

"I don't think the unsub has been watching her that long. The last body was found seven months ago and had only been dead a month, eight months ago was August Clare wouldn't have been in school yet it was still summer," Rossi comments.

"No she would have been released from the hospital after going into remission," I reply as something occurs to me and I go back inside. "Clare when you were released from the hospital what did you do?"

"I was still immunosuppressed I spent a week at the house and then I began meeting with Drew on student council stuff. We usually met at the school but sometimes his house. There was a party at Adam and Drew's place just before school started and then I was back in school. Why you think that's the time he found me?"

"We're not sure but it fits with when the last victim was found. He's been watching you for a long time, he knows your habits and he knew your parents were out of town," I reply and my cell phone rings. Seeing that it's Garcia and knowing she might reveal something that would frighten Clare I motion to Rossi to go outside again. "What do you have Garcia?" I question when we're outside with the doors closed again.

"I think I found how this guy is finding the victims and he is good with computers. So our young super detective with the clear blue eyes was right all of the victims had been previously assaulted by an authority figure. Only a couple of them even reported it, five were in some sort of therapy for it but all of them wrote about it. Every single one of them including Clare wrote about the assaults online. All of them were anonymous some on online support groups, others including Clare wrote on fiction sites under pseudonyms. It's all anonymous and various sources but somehow this guy found them all and was able to hack the accounts and find out who they were. I'm still working on how he did it."

"Good work Garcia," I reply and hang up before we go back inside.

"I'll go back to headquarters and tell them, Prentiss will bring dinner," Rossi tells us before he leaves.

"What's going on?" Clare asks.

"We know how he's finding his victims, you wrote about the assault on a fiction website."

"Yeah after the charges were dropped because of lack of evidence I was angry. I didn't want to do therapy and writing's always been my release. It was anonymous though I didn't use my real name or share any details on the site and all the names in the story I wrote were character names not our real ones."

"All the victims did it's how he found you, Garcia is still working out how and Rossi went back to tell the rest of the team about the new lead."

"Excuse me," Clare says getting up from the sofa and going upstairs to her room so I follow her.

"I'm trying not to be afraid but I'm too scared to even stand at my window because he's probably watching," she says standing at the foot of her bed and holding herself tightly. This guy has been watching me, he invaded my life and he found me through my writing about a time when I had been violated. He knows I've been a victim before and worse he's trying to romance me with it. His letters weren't mocking me or about making me feel like I was a victim again his words were meant to make me feel good and beautiful. He wanted to romance me and it did at first."

"This unsub is trying to fulfill a fantasy and you and the other victims fulfill an aspect of that fantasy. We're already closer to finding him and you've been immensely helpful. He knows we're watching and I promise that he won't have the opportunity to get close to you," I assure her putting my hand on her shoulder and she relaxes a little.

"Spence what happens if he loses interest in me because I'm being watched and goes after someone else?"

"Right now he's fixated on you and the statistics show that he won't take his attentions from you until he's been able to live out his fantasy with you or we catch him. Even with us watching he's going to try and take you that's why he told Officer Turner that law enforcement wouldn't be able to keep him from you. He's going to try and take you but he's not going to succeed we won't let him. I will keep you safe," I tell her and she turns to me putting her head on my chest.

"Sorry to interrupt," J.J. says from the doorway and I look over at her, "Garcia needs to get into your laptop. She might be able to find a trace of the unsub."

"Yeah whatever helps my laptop is still downstairs," Clare says.

"I think you should take a step back from this," I tell Clare.

"I can't, I won't be able to relax until this guy is caught and I'm no longer in danger."

She looks up at me and pauses for a moment before stepping away from me to go downstairs and I follow her. Clare sits on the sofa fingering her cross necklace while J.J. and I work on the case from Clare's living room and Garcia pokes around her laptop. Emily comes with dinner a little after five.

"I know your parents are in Spain but what about your stepbrother or your sister it might help to have family around for this," Emily comments as we eat.

"My stepbrother is in Vancouver and I doubt he'd feel the need to come home for this. My sister hasn't been home in three years. When she went to Africa to build schools she said she was going to atone for her recent behavior but she was really running from us and Toronto and this whole life."

Clare doesn't talk anymore about her family and I don't want to talk about the case and upset her so J.J. talks about Henry. Prentiss leaves after dinner and Clare goes upstairs to take a shower. We'll take her to school to make sure she gets there safely so we're going to leave early and she goes to bed early, we all do. There's a patrol car outside Clare's house and Morgan and Dave are patrolling the block. When I hear Clare's door open I get up and follow her downstairs.

"Couldn't sleep again?" I question as she sits on the sofa and I sit next to her.

"When I'm worried about something my mind focuses on it and won't shut down. Even in the hospital I was never able to sleep much unless they drugged me. Between the side effects of the chemo and being worried that the cancer was spreading or I was going to die it was really hard to get to sleep. After the incidents with Asher I would lay awake and wonder if I could have done more, should I have said something different? If I'd told his boss right after he kissed me would he have been arrested? And now all I can do is analyze everyone that I've seen, everyone that's looked at me or talked to me in the last few weeks. Was there something in their eyes or something in their voice that should have alerted me to something dangerous? What kind of person is he? What is he thinking? How did he find me and why me?"

"It's common when we're stressed to not sleep but we aren't going to let him get you. I'm going to keep you safe," I assure her again. Clare smiles and then she puts her hand on my shoulder and presses her lips to mine. I'm both shocked and thrilled that she's kissing me, honestly I've been thinking about kissing her since last night. I begin to kiss her back until the professional part of me takes over and I push her away gently. "Clare you don't want this, you're scare and you're transferring your feelings. Y…"

"Yes I'm scared but I'm not transferring anything I know how I feel about you. I kissed you because I wanted to Spence not because I'm frightened and I'm putting those emotions into something else. The one thing having cancer this summer taught me was that life is short and you have to grab opportunities when they're presented to you because you probably won't have the chance again. I took my chance to kiss you and I don't regret it and I'm not transferring my feelings I know that I like you. I also know it's probably useless and it's probably a silly crush and that you're eight years and three months older than me and I don't care about any of that," she says with a slightly angry and slightly annoyed tone to her voice and then she takes a breath and looks down. "I had to do it before you left for D.C. again or before this guy kills me."

"He's not going to kill you Clare; he's not going to get close to you because he won't have the opportunity. And I'm not sorry you kissed me. However right now you're under my protection and it's not professional to…"

"Screw professionalism," Clare replies putting her hand at the back of my neck and crushes her lips to mine again. Her lips part, the tip of her tongue dragging across my bottom and I open my mouth. For a girl of eighteen she kisses with me an intense fiery passion and wanting like I've never felt before. Then she pulls away releasing a breath and a smile as she slowly drags her fingers off the back of my neck. "I think I can sleep now, goodnight Spence," she grins getting off the sofa and going upstairs again.

I watch Clare go upstairs and just sit on the sofa a few minutes thinking about the kiss and replaying what happened. I'm not sure how long I sit there thinking about Clare but I don't move until I hear a noise outside. I turn off the lights, draw my gun and switch on the outside lights as I check the locks. I don't see anything or hear anything else but I call it in and an officer does a sweep of the perimeter, when he calls in that it's all clear I go to bed.

(CLARE)

"I'll be with you all day; I'll stay back so it's not directly obvious that I'm here following you. You'll never be out of my line of sight unless you're in the ladies room," Spence tells me.

It's Monday morning and I was driven to school by Spence and J.J., and the first thing we did was meet with Mr. Simpson. He knows what's really going on, he had to be informed. Officer Turner is also here as well he'll posted at the front of school checking people as they come in. If the unsub holds to his pattern I won't receive another letter until Wednesday but the house is being patrolled and guarded just to be safe. We came early it's not even six in the morning but we wanted to get here as early as we could to talk to Simpson and because if everyone saw me being driven in by FBI they'd know something was wrong.

"We'll check ID's Clare no one will get into the school that doesn't belong here," Simpson tells me.

"Okay," I nod.

"Students will be arriving soon, Clare I suggest you work in the lobby of student council it's surrounded by glass and visible from the office," Simpson comments and I nod.

I go into student council but sit where I can see J.J. and Spence at the secretary's desk. Kids begin to arrive and among the first is Adam, Drew and Dallas. Adam looks at Spence and J.J. before coming into student council with me.

"How are you doing?"

"I'm okay, trying not to be scared but it's not easy."

"Any leads?"

"We know how he found all his victims including me but we still don't know who he is. You know how you pass people on the street and you usually just don't think about them? Unless they bump into you or smile at you or something you just don't even give them a thought. Well now every strange face I see I'm wondering if they're a psychotic stalker that wants to live out some fantasy with me and then kill me."

"It will be okay Clare," Adam assures me squeezing my hand in a comforting manner and I smile at him.

I don't move until the bell rings, Adam and I have homeroom together so we walk together. I look over my shoulder and see Spence walking about ten paces behind us and I smile. We sit in homeroom and Spence comes in leaning against the back wall.

"Class this is Spencer Reid from the school board he's here doing an inspection and will be observing the class," the teacher says and Spence nods to the class.

A few kids look back at him during class but other than that it's just a normal class. It's like that during second period too and then Adam and I eat in the caf. J.J. and Spence also eat in the caf a few tables away from us. Just like in my morning classes in my afternoon classes Spencer is introduced as being from the school board, a few people look back at him but it doesn't disturb class and no one is aware that he's specifically following me. After school I have student council and Adam has volleyball.

"Hey that came for you," Dallas says motioning to the box on the table.

"What do you mean it came for me? From where?" I question with agitation and fear.

"Some courier dropped it off, it's in black paper it's gotta be Eli begging you to take him back," Drew comments with a bitter tone.

"What did he look like?"

"I don't know he was a courier," Dallas shrugs.

"You're acting awfully funny for getting a gift. It's just a book of poems or something Eli s…" Drew comments opening the box and then he freezes when he sees what's actually in the box. Pictures, pictures of me in my house, in the school, my car, The Dot, New York, there's dozens of pictures from the last two months at least. If that wasn't bad enough there's a note, not a letter like he's sent before just a note that simply says he will get me and no one can stop him.

"What the fuck?" Dallas exclaims.

"SPENCE!" I scream and he comes running in with J.J. close behind. I turn into Spence as tears run down my cheeks. He puts his arm around me and looks in the box. "He was here, he delivered the box they saw him."

"Spence take her home I'll call the rest of the team. Stay on alert I'll get the Ontario Police and CSIS to double patrol at the house. I'll talk to these two," J.J. says.

"What the hell is going on?" Drew questions.

"We should get you home," Spence urges directing me out of the room.

I wait with Officer Turner while Spence gets the car and then Turner walks me down to the car. I'm nervous and on high alert all the way home, he's never sent me anything at the school before. An officer is at my door and Spence parks in the driveway. Spence gets out of the car and an officer comes around to my door, I walk around the car going to Spence and now I'm between him and officer. A car slows down on the street and we all look over at it a man in a mask holds up a gun and then fires. By the time I even see the gun Spence grabs me pulling me to the ground, when we hit the ground I hear the sound of the gun made. Then a lot of yelling and screeching tires as he pulls away. I hear car doors slamming and sirens as the police pursue the unsub. Spence helps me up and rushes me into the house.

"Are you okay?" Spence asks and I nod although I'm beginning to unravel. Spence takes me upstairs and tells me to stay in the washroom while he calls Hotch. The washroom has no windows so it's secure. "We're going to take you to a secure location Morgan and Rossi are on their way right now you should pack a bag," Spence says.

"Why would he shoot at me? Why would he deliver the box to the school?" I question as Spence takes me into my room and closes the curtain.

"He's devolving; you figured out you were in trouble and sought help involving Canadian and United States authorities. By doing that you threw him off and we became obstacles to him. He's becoming desperate but I don't think he was trying to kill you I think he was trying to get to you. He knew sending you a box at the school would provoke us to send you home, he probably thought there'd be more of a concentration at the school and he could kill whoever was with you and take you. I told you I'm not going to let him get you," Spence assures me as I pack a bag.

"Will you be with me? At the secure location will you be with me?"

"Yes I'll be with you Clare," he nods. After I pack my bag we go into Jake's room and he quickly packs up his stuff. We stay upstairs until he gets a text and then he takes me downstairs.

"Straight into the car Clare," Morgan tells me opening the door and I'm rushed to the car.

"Where are we going?" I inquire.

"A hotel, you'll be in protective custody until he's caught," Rossi says.

"But the cops were following him they would have caught him right?"

"They lost him, he disappeared around a corner and ditched the car it was stolen from a house two hours ago," Morgan informs me.

"We'll catch him; he's devolving and getting sloppy he's already making mistakes and that's how we catch him," Morgan says.

We get to the hotel and I'm escorted upstairs by the three of them and taken into a hotel suite. If I wasn't terrified right now I'd be remarking about how fancy it was. They tell me there will be officers outside the door and they'll still be patrolling my house and school.

"You should eat something," Spence insists after dinner is brought up.

"I'm not hungry," I shake my head. I've been pacing the hotel room for the last hour.

"Clare we will catch this guy, Morgan is right he's making mistakes and we will catch him," Spence assures me and I hear my phone ringing in my purse. "Don't tell anyone where you are," Spence tells me.

"It's probably just Adam worried after what happened at the school. I'm sure Drew and Dallas told him by now," I comment grabbing my phone from my purse and answering without looking at the caller ID. "Hello?"

"You can run and hide but I'll still get you," says the most bone chilling voice I've ever heard in my life. I look at Spence with terror in my eyes and he knows immediately that it's the unsub and gets out his phone.

"Garcia I need you to trace the call coming into Clare's cell phone right now."

"I've been watching you Clare, for a long time I've been watching you and I know everything about you. I know your friends, your habits and I know that you're perfect; you're the one I've been searching for Clare. I know that someone you trusted assaulted you. He violated your trust and you need someone to listen to you, to believe you because no one did. You wanted me to come to you in your writing you begged me to come to you and now I'm here but why did you involve the police Clare? The police and the FBI are trying to keep you from me. I won't let them keep you from me, they think they can keep you safe but they're wrong."

He hangs up and I look at Spence dropping the phone. I start shaking and he puts his arm around me sitting me on the edge of the bed. I start crying, I'm scared and angry and frustrated and it's all coming out as tears.

"Garcia traced the call we have a name and we know where he is. J.J. is getting his face out to the media right now he won't get away," Spencer tells me and I release a breath.

"Who is he?"

"His name is Benjamin Frazier, it's all we have right now but Garcia is digging into his life," Spence tells me. We sit in silence for a few moments until his phone rings, he sees that it's Morgan calling and puts it on speaker. "Yeah Morgan?"

"He's dead, we tried to arrest him and he tried to shoot, suicide by cop."

"Are you sure he's dead?" I question.

"I took the shot myself he's dead," Morgan says.

"Thanks Morgan," Spence says before hanging up.

"I don't think I can go home yet, can we stay here?" I request.

"Yes take as long as you like."

"This means you're leaving now doesn't it? The case is done you're going to D.C. aren't you?"

"We'll leave in the morning but he's dead now and you're safe."

"Will you stay with me tonight? Please I know he's dead but I just don't feel safe yet."

"I'll call Hotch I think it will be okay," Spence tells me and he gets up going into the other room to call.

Knowing that it's over and some psycho isn't after me any longer I become overwhelmed by exhaustion and I fall asleep before Spence returns to the room. I wake up a few hours later after a terrifying nightmare; I wake up panting and crying. There's a blanket on me so Spence must have put it on me as he comes into the room.

"It was a nightmare Clare you're okay," Spence assures me.

"You stayed," I smile.

"We're leaving in the morning but you're safe now. And you'll be graduating soon; D.C. isn't that far from Manhattan maybe you could come spend some time in D.C. before you start Columbia. There's a lot of things I could show you."

"I'd like that," I grin, "I'd like that a lot."

I smile at Spence, release a relieved breath and capture his lips.