I realize that this is really short, but bare with me! I am plotting out the next events that are going to happen! Please review :) it really does make my day!

I swallow my sadness and just deal with it. This isn't the first time that it's happened. I just need to get over him and focus on work. Like I said before, I shouldn't even be thinking boys right now; I have a new job and I need to be my best at it. I gather my purse and put my badge and my gun inside of it, and make sure that my door is closed tightly and to lock every single one of my doors with the three different keys I have on my key chain. I walk down stairs and my phone starts to vibrate again. I notice that the user I.D. says private name private number. I normally don't answer these, but this once I did. I wish I haven't.

"Cate, Cate. Are you there?"

"What do you want Spencer?"

He sounded worried. "I wasn't sure if you have gotten anything I sent you. I left you at least two voicemails and a few text messages."

"I got them," I'm pissed now, "Listen. I honestly don't care what had happened last night," I lied. "I just want to pretend like nothing happened between us, okay?"

"So you do admit that there is something here. I am not just crazy."

Ugh, "I must say that I thought that there could be a possibility, but there is nothing there now."

"Cate I'm sorry- ."

I cut him off. "I don't want apologies, kay? I just want to go to work, act professional, and pretend like nothing happened. Clear?"

He sighed, "Crystal."

"Good," I said as I start up my car. "Now I'm going to the station, see you there." I had hung up before he had the chance to say anything.

Am I being immature about all of this? I mean, I'm trying not to, and it sucks that I am acting like a fourteen your old, but I was genially upset. You should have seen him though. He was dancing with her, looking back at me like 'Oh my gosh, what do I do? Do I dance with this hot ass girl, or do I go talk to my team member? Oh well, I can always talk to her later.' That's how I see it. I could care less if he's sorry, really. You looked at me a total of five times, while still dancing on a stripper-look-a-like, and still have the audacity to consider dancing with me? Ew, no thanks. I am totally over this Spencer Reid drama mama.

I pull into my parking spot around back and head up. I see Emily in the elevator so I start to sprint to catch up to her. She sees me and holds the door for me as I settle into the wide elevator.

"So how much sleep did you get," I pestered Emily.

"Oh, don't go there," she laughed. "A few hours, at the most. I actually had alcohol poisoning."

"See, that's why I don't drink. Nothing good comes from it."

She turned to me with a smirk on her face. "Do you honestly not drink, or are you trying to impress everyone?"

I turned to her. "I honestly do not drink. I can think of plenty of other fun things to do." The elevator stopped on our floor, and it was already busy. At 8 a.m. it was busy. Awesome.

"Well we will just have to tally those later, now won't we," she laughed as we both got out of the elevator. She walked over to her desk and sat her things down.

"We will. I'll hold you to that," I said as I continued up the stairs to my office. I turned on the light as there was a box on my desk. It was rectangular, tiny and black. I set my things in the side of my desk and turned on my work laptop. I looked on the tag and it read, 'To Cate Lewis: From your secret admirer.' I thought that it was sweet for someone to already take a liking to me, but I was here for strictly business. I had to remind myself that every time I had thought about Dr. Reid. I opened it up and it was a human index finger. I freaked out! It still smelt pretty badly, and from the looks of it, it was pretty fresh as well. I ran out of my office and ran next door to Rossi's. I opened the door and he was on the phone with someone. He saw my disgusted face and quickly hung up and rushed to me. I felt like I was going to be sick, so he helped me to the chair in the corner of his office.

"What happened to you?" he asked.

"Someone... someone sent me a human... finger. It's on my... my desk," I barely got out. He told me to stay put and got the rest of the team. Hotch came in and saw my face, then went back to my office.

Why would some creep send me a finger? What was he trying to say, or do? I just don't understand! I remember reading about these things, but I never actually thought that they would send me one. It might mean someone has been stalking me, and wants me to be theirs. I have no idea, and I don't want to have the image of someone's bloody finger on top of my desk.

I could hear Morgan asking one of the workers if they saw who dropped it off. She said the mailman did, like he would with any package that came through. Morgan and Hotch came into Rossi's office to console me.

"When you arrived in your office, where was the package," questioned Hotch.

"It was just sitting on my desk," I replied.

"What did the tag say," asked Morgan.

"To Cate Lewis. From your secret admirer."

"So someone already knows that your apart of the BAU here," said Morgan.

"Is someone after me? Am I in trouble?"

Hotch calmed me down. "No, your fine. But in the meantime, go home. Have you told anybody your address? Have you seen anybody following you home?"

"No, nothing. I make sure nobody is following me."

"Ok, that's good. Morgan, get the team ready. And Lewis, just head back home. We will send some members over there shortly, once we have everything figured out."

"Oh, okay sir." I slowly got up to make sure no blood ran to my head. I left my laptop, and grabbed my purse from the side of my desk. When I looked on top of it, the box was gone, but the stench still followed in its path.