(A/N: Woot chapter two! Wow these last two chapters are really long. Eek. This chapter takes place during the events of the first Reaper related episode. But we're finally getting towards actual fanfiction plot. YAY! So Enjoy & possibly review if you feel like it. =D)

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Chapter Two:

Spencer Reid found himself stumbling through the mass amounts of people on the train while trying to keep his muffin from being squished and his coffee from being spilt. The train was packed more so then usual, due to the strangely cold weather they were having. As he approached his usual spot he saw a hat he recognized standing by the train doors. The thick purple knitted garment had the face of a cat knitted in it including the ears. When they had first seen the hat they had thought it was a ridiculous thing to give an adult but it turned out it fit the owner's quirky personality perfectly. Of course this was the same woman who had called his mother beautiful the first time he had her brought to the BAU for protection.

He walked over to where Kaitlin stood bundled up in her thick black jacket and purple hat. She had her hands pushed deep into her pockets as she stared at the wall of the train with unseeing eyes. Which he instantly found strange because if there was one reason she took the train it was so that she could people watch and work on her profiling skills…well that and it was probably too cold to drive to work on her motorcycle.

"Kaitlin?" He asked when he got close enough but she didn't respond. He tried a little bit louder this time, "Kaitlin?" When she didn't respond again he began to get worried. He quickly stuffed his muffin into his satchel and snapped his fingers in front of her face.

She jumped when a pair of fingers found their way into her line of sight and they snapped. Her hand quickly moved past her coat and she had her gun out as she looked at the person who the fingers belonged to. When she saw a hand up and a hand wrapped around a cup of coffee she instantly knew who the hands belonged to even before she looked up at the scared face of Dr. Reid. "Damn it Reid!" She cried as she holstered her gun.

"What? I called your name twice and that still didn't get your attention!" He told her.

"Sorry…let's try that again." She returned to her original position then turned back to him. "Oh good morning Reid, you startled me."

"Sorry. Are you alright? That level of being lost in thought is strange, even for you." He asked.

"It's nothing important." She looked at his coffee then back at his face then her gaze shifted back to the paper coffee cup in his hand. "Is that still warm?"

"Yeah…why?" He looked down at her suspiciously.

She looked up at him, "I can't feel my fingers." He sighed and handed her his coffee. As she held the liquid safely away from her face she asked, "Have you eaten something?"

"Have you?" He asked completely avoiding her question.

She frowned, "You can't do that…breakfast is the most important meal of the day."

He looked at her, "I have a muffin in my bag. So have you eaten breakfast?" He watched as the look on her face changed. "Aha! You haven't had breakfast yet either!" He paused, "Wait why haven't you eaten yet? You always eat breakfast before you leave."

"There was chaos this morning!" She paused and muttered something he could barely hear. "Chaos and roses…" She looked back at him, "Anyways I barely had time to shower this morning…"

"Oh did something happen in paradise?" He asked as the train doors opened and they got out. She gave him back his coffee and dug her gloved fingers back into her pockets.

"Why is it that whenever something happens you guys instantly think that my love life is involved?" She kept her head down to keep the wind out her face.

"Because usually it is."

"Perhaps I'm just upset over the fact that I abandoned smiling pancakes just to make it to work on time?" She shot a glance at him while he sipped his coffee, the look he gave her was one that said 'Sure just try that lie with the others.' She looked back at the ground, "I hate profilers."

"That doesn't make any sense, you're a profiler too." He looked at her more seriously now. "So did something happen?"

She looked up to see the flower shop she visited at least once a week. "Go on ahead, I'll catch up."

"Again? I swear half of your pay check goes to flowers." He rolled his eyes.

"What? My larkspurs are dying. And it's more like a third…" She shrugged and walked inside the shop with a wave.

He sighed and looked at his watch then decided he could wait five minutes before needing to head the rest of the way to the BAU without her. But as usual she was out in three, "On time…as usual."

"And you're waiting around when I told you to go on ahead, like usual." She looked at him quickly then began walking ahead of him.

"So you aren't going to tell me what happened then?" He guessed as he caught up.

"You are incorrigible, you do know that right?" He nodded and she sighed. "How about this…I'll give you three guesses from the moment we arrive at the BAU and then you have until I arrive at my desk inside the bullpen to use those three guesses." She offered.

"What do I get out of it?" He asked.

"A sated curiosity and I'll…buy you lunch."

"Can I ask for hints?"

"Nope, you've got to use what you've learned so far."

"Deal." They shared a grin then began to finish their walk in silence.

Kaitlin pulled off her hat as they walked into the F.B.I. building, she and Reid waved to the woman at the front desk, who unlocked the first doors of security. As they passed through the second the doors, Kaitlin's eyes drifted to Reid and she could practically see the gears turning in his head then suddenly she was surprised that she didn't see smoke coming out of his ears.

When they entered the elevator he spoke, "Amarelle," Her German shepherd, "had her puppies today?"

"No, though the vet said she still had a few more days to go at least." She smiled as he went back to thinking.

The elevator dropped them off a few feet from the BAU room doors. They walked through the glass doors and headed to the little kitchen area, where he made himself another cup of coffee and she grabbed a small of carton milk out of the fridge. They started walking when he spoke again, "Did you two break up?" He asked her as he stirred his coffee.

She looked at him, her jaw dropped and she couldn't seem to form her words, "Wha? You-Are-" She took a breath and tried again, "I space out one time and you think we broke up?"

"So no then?" He began thinking again, that's when he noticed she was still wearing her gloves. The BAU was warm and normally she would take off her gloves when she took off her hat. He got a decent view of her left hand as she brought her milk to her lips and that's when he noticed the bulge on her ring finger. "Ah! I've got it! You're wearing…"

The moment he spoke in his 'I'm sure this is what I've been missing' tone she picked up her pace to a light jog. She didn't hear the rest of his analysis because she was out of hearing range before he even knew what was happening. The moment she was at her desk she placed the flowers down on it and sat down in her chair with a sigh, "Safe."

"What are you 'safe' from?" Morgan asked.

That's when Reid walked up, "That wasn't fair, you never said you'd run away."

"I didn't run away, I lightly jogged. There's a difference and it's not like I said I wouldn't lightly jog away if you got too close to the truth." They watched as he frowned and went to sit down at his desk.

"Are you two at it again?" Prentiss asked, "You shouldn't do that to him Kaitlin he'll stop trusting you."

She grinned, completely unrepentant, "I know…but he's just too smart for his own good."

"Okay what was today's topic?" Morgan asked, now suddenly curious.

"Why she was spacing out on the train this morning. And it's not because Amarelle had her puppies." Reid told them.

"Did you two break up?" Morgan asked. "Do you need a hug?"

"Seriously? Again?" Kaitlin looked up, but quickly brought her attention to the vase that sat on her desk. She pulled out the purple flowers and placed them on the towel she laid out. She quickly patted them down then opened the new bundle of flowers she bought. She pulled out the red roses and placed them in the vase.

"Red roses symbolize true love…so something did happen." Prentiss noticed.

"Will you just tell us already?" Morgan asked.

JJ walked in with a folder in her hands, "Tell us what?"

"Well…" Kaitlin started as she made a show of taking her right glove. "This morning when I woke up, Amarelle was waiting for me, nothing unusual there right? Well she had ribbons and roses attached to her at every possible location. At first I just thought it was cute until I noticed the note in her collar, which said 'follow me.' with a paw print stamped next to it. So as I did I noticed dozens of roses lining each and every hallway. So Amarelle led me to the kitchen where Raph," Her Siberian husky, "had something under his paw. I went to pick it up and it was a piece of rolled up paper attached to yet another rose and sealed with wax."

"Are you serious?" Morgan asked with a hint of skepticism in his voice.

"Morgan! Shut up! Some of us want to hear this!" Prentiss told him.

Kaitlin continued on, "When I unrolled the paper, all it said was 'turn around'. So I being a complete tool turned around and there Mikey was on one knee holding this!" She pulled off her left glove dramatically. She flashed the ring around their area in the bull pen. "He asked me to marry him." She knew she was grinning from ear to ear now.

"What'd you say?" JJ asked.

She blushed and scratched her cheek in embarrassment, "I didn't say anything, I was too busy crying and kissing him to say yes…but I think the message came across."

Morgan spun around in his chair, "In my opinion it's about time! I mean seriously, three years as a couple, two years living together. It took him long enough."

"Don't listen to him." Prentiss shot him a reproachful look and got up to hug her, "Congratulations."

"Thanks." Kaitlin looked at JJ who still had the file in her hands. "Um…JJ what's that?" She pointed to it.

"Oh right, I need to give this to Hotch. Congrats, when we get off tonight let's celebrate." JJ patted her on the back.

"I don't think so you have to get home to Henry otherwise he'll get all old and then you'll be all like 'Where did all the time go?' then you'll be sad that you missed it." She smiled, "Now go to our fearless leader with your important papers. We will be here weaving flowers, currently larkspurs, into our hair when you get back." They all looked at her with raised eyebrows.

JJ shook her head and smiled, "You're insane, you know that, right?"

Kaitlin saluted, "Yes ma'am. That is why you love me." JJ smiled again then walked to Hotch's office.

"So no celebrating tonight, but there will be a bachelorette party right?" Prentiss asked.

Suddenly Morgan looked up from his computer, "You two, JJ and Garcia…now that sounds like a party."

"Really? That sounds scary to me." Reid looked up.

"But lately something's changed and it's hard to describe. Jessie's got himself a girl and I wanna make her mine." Blush covered Kaitlin's face as her phone started ringing. She began to undo the buttons on her coat trying to get to the bag underneath it. "And she's watching him with those eyes, and she's loving him with that body I just know it. And he's holding her in his arms late, late at night." Kaitlin scoured her bag for her phone but it wasn't there, so she began patting the pockets of her pants and coat. "You know I wish that I had Jessie's girl! I wish that I had Jessie's girl! Where can I find-" She pulled the phone out of her inside jacket pocket.

"Hello?" She breathed as she began walking away from the group.

Morgan watched as she walked away with a raised eyebrow, "Who has 'Jessie's Girl' as a ring tone?"

"The same kind of person who does the 'Thriller' dance in the elevator." Prentiss sighed.

"Not to mention the kind of person who carries around at least a box's worth of granola bars in her bag." Reid told them as he went back to the files on his desk.

Kaitlin walked back as Hotch and JJ began walking out of his office, "Shouldn't we wait for the official request, we haven't been invited, sir." JJ told him as they walked down the stairs to the bullpen.

"We will be." Hotch told her.

She let out a huff of air and stopped near the others desks, "Well looks like we're going to Boston."

"Woo! Fieldtrip to Boston!" Kaitlin threw her hands up excitedly. They all looked at her then she shrugged, "What? It's better than Texas."

"What's wrong with Texas?" Morgan asked.

She pulled out her go bag, "I'm not sure if you've noticed but we go to Texas a lot." Prentiss looked at her again and this time she nodded.

Kaitlin and Reid began making sure that the boards were set up for Hotch and Rossi to release the profile of The Reaper when they got back. She absently rubbed her left collar bone and winced. Reid was quick to notice this which made him ask, "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine; it's just an old battle wound acting up." She continued putting up the pictures.

"But you haven't been injured once since you've come to the BAU." He looked at her with something that might have been close to envy.

"Ah, you're so young Reid. I was with the Maryland PD before I came to the BAU." She winced slightly again and whispered, "Though it's been eight years since I got this…"

He paused but then spoke quietly, "I noticed this on the plane but you're not wearing your engagement ring."

She smiled and pulled out the thin silver chain that rested under her shirt, "I am, just in a different sense."

He looked at it and noticed a different ring, which he thought was a graduation ring, and there it was, her engagement ring. "Why?"

"Because my first rule, and my most important rule, is that you never let the bad guy know that there is someone waiting at home for you. I can't wear this on my finger because what if we don't catch the bad guy? I won't ask Mikey to risk himself like that; at least not with the kind of people we face every day. Besides I'm really worried about it being stolen." She stuck the chain back into her shirt, though her hand clenched where the ring now rested.

He frowned and JJ patted her back causing her to jump, "Go call Mikey, Spence and I can handle the rest. Just get back before Hotch and Rossi." Kaitlin nodded and then went out to the hall.

Hotch, Kaitlin and Rossi followed George Foyet into his apartment, who asked as soon as he was done coughing, "How'd you guys find me?"

"Roy Colson." Hotch told him.

Foyet looked up with utter shock and disappointment on his face, "Oh…Well is this going to take long cause I really can't be late for work."

"What do you do?" Hotch spoke again.

Foyet swallowed the pills in his hand, "I'm a freelance computer specialist for the city."

"We're sorry to bother you; we'll make it as quick as possible." Rossi told him.

Kaitlin held out a pair of glasses, "Are these yours?"

"I knew it wasn't a copy cat…" Foyet told them as he started coughing and he headed for a chair. Rossi got him a glass of water as the coughing got worse. Rossi then handed him the glass and he whispered, "Thank you." After a long sip he spoke again, "I'm sorry. I was going to propose to her that night, at the restaurant but I got cold feet. The ring was still in my pocket when he approached us. He said he was lost; he had one of those sightseeing booklets. I was looking at it when he stabbed me."

"Mr. Foyet, you don't need to go through this again." Rossi told him.

"I couldn't move. I just sat there, bleeding. I watched him kill Mandy. He stabbed her sixty seven times." Foyet looked up at them.

'Sixty seven times?' Kaitlin thought to herself, 'What kind of person counts how many times their date was stabbed?'

"Do you know how long it takes to stab somebody sixty seven times?" He asked. "I never found the ring."

"He should have left your glasses on his next victim but he didn't he held onto them all this time." Hotch told him.

"What you think he's got some special interest in me? I've been living with that possibility for the past eleven years." Foyet told them bitterly.

Rossi watched as he got up, "Have you ever received any strange letters or calls, hang ups?"

"I keep residences under different names, I move between them randomly. He likes to get you in a car so I take the bus. Believe me I've gone through great lengths to make sure that none of the things you just mentioned never happened." He told them as he took another sip of water.

"We'll need you're other names and residences so we can reach you." Rossi handed him a black notepad.

"We can take you someplace safe until this is over." Hotch told him.

"No. Boston is my home; it's the one thing I promised I would never let him take from me."

"Then we'll protect you here."

"You can't protect me. Nobody can." Foyet began writing down in the notepad. "Please be careful with this. Please."

"It's safe with us." Rossi insisted as he took the notepad back.

Hotch spoke, "He's just a man, nothing more."

"Then why can't you catch him?" Foyet asked.

"We will." Hotch told him.

"Thank you for your time." Rossi told him, as they walked out of the apartment.

Hotch looked at Kaitlin as they approached the SUV, "What's on your mind?"

She frowned, "It's just that something doesn't sit right with this."

"What do you mean?" Rossi asked her.

She swallowed, "He watched his girlfriend, the woman he was planning to propose to, be stabbed sixty seven times, and he didn't do anything." She kept her last thought silent, 'And he counted how many times she was stabbed.'

"Kaitlin…fear is a paralyzing thing." Hotch told her.

"I know…" She told them as they got into the SUV and as soon as the door was closed she rubbed her left collar bone again, 'I know all too well…'

"Why's he so focused on Foyet? What's so special about him?" Hotch asked as they analyzed the Reaper once more.

"He was his only surviving victim." JJ told them. "The only one he couldn't defeat."

"But he's not a threat, defeating him would be no great accomplishment. There's something there that we're missing." Hotch frowned.

"What about the girlfriend? Amanda Bertrend? Wha-what do we know about her?" JJ asked again.

"Nineteen. A freshman, she came here from Michigan to go to school." Prentiss told them.

Kaitlin sat up, "Nineteen? Who asks a nineteen year old to marry them?" She paused, "At the age of nineteen college students, excluding boy genius over there," She watched as Reid frowned, "Just want to have fun. You don't settle down at nineteen…or at least they didn't ten years ago."

Prentiss looked over at her to see if she could continue, and Kaitlin nodded apologetically, "Foyet was a teacher's assistant in one of Amanda's courses."

"Michigan." Hotch told them seriously, "Where the Reaper had Shaunessy post the personal ad."

"That can't be a coincidence." JJ told them as she shook her head lightly.

Rossi spoke, "He told us that she was the love of his life. That he was going to propose."

"But she just got here from Michigan, they only met when the class started." Morgan explained.

"How long had she been in the class?" Hotch asked.

Prentiss looked around the table, "Four weeks."

"So either it was love at first sight…" JJ trailed off.

"Or Foyet was lying to us." Kaitlin told them with a furrowed brow.

"He was a twenty eight year old teacher's assistant of freshmen classes." Hotch told them as he picked up the phone and began dialing Garcia's number.

"That gives him plenty of access to young girls." Rossi told them.

"Garcia." Hotch spoke.

Garcia's voice rang clearly through the speaker, "I'm here."

"What are Foyet's aliases?" Hotch asked Rossi. "I want you to look up in Boston city records: Kevin Baskin, Myles Holden and William Parker. Try the Department of Education."

"Well played, sir. They all work for the Department of Education, they're all substitute teachers and they all teach computer science." Garcia told them.

"High school?" He asked.

"Yeah." There was a pause, "Opps. Scratch that, they're all not working for the Department of Education…"

"They're not?"

"No. William Parker was fired from alleged inappropriate behavior with his female students." She told them.

"Well this is starting to make more and more sense…I knew there was something wrong with him counting how many times Amanda was stabbed." Kaitlin told them.

"Hotch?" JJ asked as he zoned the room out.

"Colson went to see Foyet. Garcia I need you to locate Roy Colson's cell phone. George Foyet is the Reaper."

Foyet had been arrested and now they were finally on their way back to Quantico. Reid placed a juice box in front of where Kaitlin's head lay on the table, "You alright?"

She looked up, "Thanks, and to answer your question: I'm just tired. Right now all I want it to crawl into a nice warm bed, and sleep for the rest of the night then get breakfast in bed tomorrow."

He raised an eyebrow, "That's a bit demanding, isn't it?"

"Women are demanding creatures. And besides I haven't had time to even celebrate the fact that I'm engaged…" He watched as something dawned on her, "I'm…engaged."

"Yes…you made a big deal about it almost three days ago."

"That means I'm Mikey's fiancée…" He watched as her face became colored in blush, "It's so strange to say. Fiancée…" She tested the word a couple more times before she smiled shyly and strangely enough he found himself smiling along with her.

"I'm happy for you; though I'm starting to worry I'm being left behind. I mean first JJ now you."

She took one of his hands in her right one, "You're not being left behind. I mean you're Henry's godfather, so JJ will always be a part of your life and despite how I act sometimes, you're important to me, Reid." She watched as he blushed, and he gently squeezed her hand in return for the loss of words.

"Oh right…Garcia and I wanted to give you something for your birthday, but since this came up perhaps now's a better chance." He took his hand back and reached into his satchel then pulled out a small wrapped box.

"Oh my…should I be worried? I mean this is you and Garcia we're talking about." She smiled, "Thanks, can I open it?" He nodded. She peeled off the black ribbon and gently undid the purple wrapping, which was clearly done by Garcia; otherwise the amount of tape on it would have been sparingly used. When she finally managed to peel off the wrapping she opened the lid of the box and found herself staring down at what she assumed was a round lidded watch. But what she found interesting was the symbol and coloring on top of the lid, it was a purple 'h' with a line just above the arch. It was the planetary symbol for Saturn.

He waited for her to respond but she just stared down at it with wide eyes. "It's a communicator that hooks into your headset…" He explained, trying to get some sort of response from her. He watched with terror as tears filled her eyes. "Did we do something wrong?"

She shook her head, "It's not that…it's just…where did you find this?" She looked up at him.

He blushed and looked away slightly, "We didn't…Garcia thought up the design and I built it. She then added the applications and our numbers. There's a charger in there too so you won't have to worry about it dying on you during an assignment…and it also doubles as a watch." He laughed a bit.

She smiled, "So I guess that Ph. D in engineering isn't just for show then."

"So you like it?" He looked at her again.

She shook her head and his smile instantly faded, "Like isn't strong enough. Reid, I love it. Thank you."

"You hear that Garcia? She loves it." Prentiss had the camera on her phone pointed at the two sitting at the table.

"How long have you been there?" Reid asked the blush on his face was so red Prentiss worried his head would explode.

Kaitlin looked up and blushed, "I LOVE IT GARCIA!" She called loud enough to cause JJ and Rossi to wake up from their naps and caused Morgan and Hotch to look over from they were having their conversation towards where the others sat on the other end of the plane. Then when she saw she had everyone's attention she flaunted her second new favorite accessory.

Kaitlin and Garcia walked into the BAU bullpen and noticed that everyone had gathered near the television. She walked over to see the mug shot of Foyet and a notice saying that he escaped. The smile on her face faded to a firm line, "I go talk to Garcia for a bit and I come back to find out that Foyet escaped?"

"They're going to find him right?" Garcia asked.

If the frown on Hotch's face could have gotten any deeper it would have, "No they're not."

Morgan turned around to look at them. "He said he'd be more famous then we knew…and he was right."

After that there was a long silence before anyone spoke again, until Hotch sighed, "There's nothing we can do until the US Marshalls call us. So I want everybody to go home and try to get some rest. I'll call if there's any new information." They all nodded grimly and headed to their desks to grab their stuff. "And Kaitlin…"

She turned, "Yes Hotch?"

"Congratulations." He smiled slightly.

She smiled, "Thank you, sir." She quickly gathered her stuff and looked at the clock, then at Reid, who was still gathering his stuff, "Come on Reid if we hurry we can still make the last train!"

"Right. See you all tomorrow." He nodded as he followed her out of the glass doors.

With a sigh Kaitlin unlocked the door to her condo, "Please don't start barking…please dear God don't start barking, not tonight." When she opened the door she was surprised that there was only the sound of the living room TV waiting for her and was overwhelmed by the smell of roses. After she let out a sigh of relief and locked the door, she headed towards the kitchen where she dumped her keys in the awaiting bowl, and she hung her coat on one of the chairs.

"Mikey, puppies, I'm home." She called, but when she was only greeted the sound of the TV again her hand instinctively went to her gun but she pulled it back. "It's nothing they're just passed out…" She paused and shrugged, "It wouldn't be the first time."

She followed the hallway out of the kitchen to the living room but stopped when something squelched under her boot. She pulled out a latex glove and knelt without looking down while she pulled it on silently. She placed her finger down by the toe of her boot and pulled back when her finger scored a moist subject. She brought it to her face and looked at the substance on her glove. It was nearly black in the darkened house, so she brought it to her nose and sniffed. "Well it's not dog poop, thankfully." She rubbed the substance in between her fingers and it was almost a full liquid.

She analyzed the substance on her fingers again; this time it had left a residual trail where she rubbed her fingers together. That's when she realized what it was…blood. "Okay…no need to panic, perhaps Amarelle is just having her puppies and that's why they haven't responded…" The next thing that came to her mind wasn't said out loud, 'However pulling out your gun might ease your nerves just a little.' She stopped kneeling and looked around the condo as she pulled out her gun. As she looked around the hall she noticed something off. A couple batches of roses on the shelf just in front of her were different; there were two batches of red roses although she remembered it being one batch of red and one batch of white. When she concentrated on it more intensely she noticed that there was in fact one batch of red and a batch of white, only they were covered by some substance.

If she dared to move she would have come to the same conclusion that she had with the substance on her glove. It was blood…and probably a lot of it. She swallowed as she realized, her home was no longer a home. It was a crime scene.