A/N: Sorry this one's so short, more will come in later chapters. Thank you to the one person who reviewed, and the several who added my story to their favorites! Hope you enjoy the chapter.

It wasn't her. Reid wasn't sure it was entirely natural to feel so relieved. It was still dissapointing to find another victim on a cold, metal slab. You could barely get an ID out of her, her face was so mangled. But she fit the pattern. Black hair, tall, slim. She had been a student intern at the nearby hospital. He was getting closer and closer to home, quite literally.

Jelica was called in again, even though it was nearing nine at night. Reid offered to be the one to interrogate her. He had a feeling that she might appreciate not having another long string of strange officers asking her personal questions. There had been no evidence on the body. No real evidence anyway. The fingerprints weren't in the database- all that was clear was how he tortured his victims, and that left no traceable evidence.

Jelica was surprisingly smiling when he walked into the room. She seemed relaxed. Reid couldn't wrap his head around that.

"Hey. Sorry we had to call you in again. Emergency."

She frowned. "So...it's not what I thought is it? Is there another body? I thought you were called off of the case."

"We were. We thought the trail was cold again. Apparently not. Umm...Do you know a woman named Danielle Deshanelle?"

"No. Was she another victim?"

"Yes." Reid pulled out a sketch of her face and showed it to her. "Do you recognize her from somewhere? Often vict-...You may have seen her somewhere. She worked at a hospital, if that jogs your memory any."

She swallowed hard. "She looks familiar, but I haven't been to the hospital in ages. Is she foreign? I may have taught her...It's hard to say, I'm sorry. I really haven't been much help have I?"

"It's late. You'll probably remember more clearly in the morning once you've had some sleep. Studies show that at least thirty five percent of people suffer from some type of sleeping disorder and that alertness is fully restored once they get ten hours of solid sleep on a good matress, regardless of how long they've had it. Isn't that neat? I mean...er...I'm sorry. This really isn't the place. Erm..."

Jelica smiled. "It's okay. Sleep doesn't even seem plausible right now. I just can't get those pictures out of my head...How'd you know all that off the top of your head?"

"Identic memory. It's when-"

"I know what it is. And here's me talking about how I can't get images out of my head."

"Most people don't know what that is." Reid said, impressed.

"Yeah. My great uncle had one of those, used to be very entertaining when Ange and I were kids. You know, listening to all his stories and stuff. But, I digress. Is there anything else?"

"Yeah, I know you've been asked this before, but, have you noticed anyone around your place, your work? Anyone who just seemed to look at you for a little too long, that sort of thing?"

"I'm sorry, I'm not too attentive to stuff like that. I hadn't noticed anyone in particular, unless some guys from the construction site by my work count at all."

"Construction site?"

"Yeah. I walk to work, so I go past it every day. There's a bunch of men who work there, they always find a moment to pause and, shall we say, 'compliment' me? But I doubt that'll help you."

"Any lead we can get helps. You may just have made our case, you never know." He smiled, encouragingly. She smiled nervously back.

"Umm, can I ask you a question?"

"Sure. What is it?"

"What that officer said, about him stalking me and trying to kill me again...Is that true? Tell me the truth, please. Do I need to be on my guard?"

"Not that we know of, although...no. It doesn't fit the profile. He wouldn't come back. I wouldn't worry about it. Don't listen to that officer- he had no idea what he was doing." Reid grew frustrated at the thought of such a bozo handling such a delicate case. Suddenly, he had an idea.

"Hey, do you want to...um...Maybe, if you wouldn't mind, just...You know...er..." He stammered, blushing more at how inarticulate he'd become rather than the fact he was actually asking her out.

"Yes?"

"Do you want to go grab something to eat? Together? I mean, not eat the same thing together, but, eat...with me...in the same vacinity?"

Jelica smiled and giggled a little. "I think I might be able to handle eating in the same 'vacinity' as you, Spencer. I'd love to go get something to eat. Can we?"

He perked up a little, grinning. "Yeah. I saw a diner a couple blocks away from here. I'm starving, and I bet you haven't eaten yet today." Then they both promptly stood and walked out into the night, not thinking of the danger.

"Thank you. I really needed to get out of there. The walls begin to close in on you after a while. It's so frustrating not being able to help at all. He barely even touched me, I can't recognize his voice..." She sighed. "But I don't need to describe frustration to you."

Reid smiled. "No. But we'll catch him. You don't have to worry about a thing. You're doing as much as you can, which is more than most of our witnesses do."

"Thanks. But, let's not talk about the case any more. Just for a half hour? What kinds of things do you like to do in your spare time?"

"Spare time?" Yeah, right. Since when did he have spare time? He was lucky to get a full eight hours of sleep between work and what work he took home with him. "Well, nothing unsual really. I don't go out to a lot of parties or to restaurants with friends or...I just basically sit at home and read, or, watch tv, or play online or something. Making up for a lost teenagerhood I guess."

"I don't think anybody would really rather do anything different on most occassions. I don't go out a lot either. I spend a lot of my time taking self-help language courses, and then do all the stuff you do, really. It's not a very exciting life, but, you've seen everything about me already."

"I did notice you like playing FFGAKASLKAA."

She nodded. "Yeah, that's a bit of my guilty pleasure. You like it too?"

"I always find it fascinating, the dynamics between the Hyro breed and the warriors, because it's such a strong metaphor for a hate to love kind of situation, the way they- I'm sorry. I don't want to bore you with all that stuff."

"No. That's okay. Go on, it doesn't bore me in the least." She smiled and Reid looked at her. The first person who actually didn't tell him to shut up when he started rambling like the geek he was. He was starting to really like her. Really, really like her. They went into the diner together talking like old friends, and only left once they were kicked out for closing time.

Jelica smiled as he walked her to her door. Reid was secretly very pleased with himself. He'd gone on an actual almost date. With a girl. Whom he'd asked out himself. Whom he didn't have to beg, and did not look like a toad. Man, was that going to his head or what?

She unlocked her door and slowly stepped inside. "Thanks a lot Spence. I needed to get my mind off of-" Her face suddenly paled as she looked down to where her mail fell through it's slot.

There was a letter. No return address, with only her name written on it. She picked it up. It smelled of copper and her name was in red ink. Or was it really ink? She handed it to Reid, who opened it without hesitation. He scanned it quickly, and then looked at her.

"What does it say?"

"Something to the effect of, 'I'm going to hunt you down and kill you'. I'll spare you the details. You're going to have to come back with me."