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Chapter Ten:
In two weeks' time, the whole team had come to visit him and Clara. They all said she had his inquisitive eyes. Some brought meals, Rossi had an entire meal catered, and some offered to stay so he could rest, but Reid refused. While she was starting wear him down slightly, he wouldn't have it any other way.
It was the day before his birthday and he knew the team was plotting something. He just hoped it wasn't big as he didn't like being away from Clara for long still.
He was walking by the entrance to get a book one morning, when he saw an envelope had been slipped under his door.
Reid quickly grabbed Clara and put her in a sling. He then dialed the police. He had warned them something like this might happen and they came immediately.
Reid undid the security alarms and left through the back entrance. He calmed his breathing. Clara looked at him curiously and blinked at the bright sun. Next, he called Prentiss.
"What is it Reid?" she asked as he rarely called during the day.
"An envelope was slipped under my door," he said shakily.
"Have the police been called?"
He could hear the sirens. "Yes."
"I'll send J.J. and Lewis over. Everything is going to be okay? You got it? How's Clara?"
"She's fine."
"And we'll make sure she stays that way."
…
J.J. met with Reid while Lewis coordinated with the police. They found nothing of immediate danger with the envelope and the dogs couldn't smell anything. The envelope was sent to the Quantico for analysis.
Lewis reviewed the security footage taken from Reid's house. It was someone with a male figure wearing winter gloves and a hoodie. He clearly knew where the camera was and kept his head down. He then quickly walked down the street in the opposite direction from which he came.
Reid and Clara went to J.J. back to Quantico. They didn't talk much. At a red light, she placed a hand on his.
"Spence," she said urgently. "It's going to be fine."
"I, know," he said in an unconvincing tone.
Garcia smiled and cooed over Clara like it was a planned visit when they arrived.
"I have all sorts of baby-appropriate goodies up in my lair," she said. "We're going to have a fun day at the BAU aren't we Clara?"
She smiled and made a gurgling noise. Reid felt sick.
"Let me take care of her," Garcia said.
"But you're working," he said.
"Not on any active cases," she said. "Let me worry about her for a couple hours while you take care of yourself."
"Okay," he said and handed Clara over to Garcia.
"Say bye-bye daddy," she said and had Clara wave her hand.
"Bye, Clara," he said and kissed her on the head before leaving.
…
He went down to the bomb lab where Prentiss and Rossi were waiting with Lewis. Everyone looked grim.
An agent in a full hazmat suit came to the window.
"In the envelope, they found laundry powder and two cards," Prentiss said.
"Shaw," Reid said.
"There's more," Rossi said.
The agent behind the glass pulled them out for him to read. One was a birthday card. It read:
"Have you grown a set of eyes on the back your head yet?"
Shaw
The other card was a congratulatory card on the birth of a girl. It read:
"How's little Maeve doing?"
Lindsay
Reid tried to take some calming breaths, but they did no good. His mind was reeling. He ran until he found a bathroom. He locked a stall and became violently sick. This couldn't be happening. Not after all he had gone through. This couldn't be happening.
He heard footsteps.
"Reid?" Rossi said.
Reid sat next the toilet, suddenly too tired to move. He saw Rossi's expensive shoes pass by.
"I can't say it's going to be fine right away son, but we're going to make it sooner rather than later," he said standing opposite his stall. "We aren't going let anyone harm you or Clara in any way ever again. We're going to rework the security again. We're going to question Lindsay, Shaw, and Cat. It is going to be okay eventually, I promise."
Reid got up slowly and unlatched the door. Rossi pulled him into a hug.
"I'm so sorry Spencer," he said softly.
"Like you said Rossi," Reid said croakily. "Everything is going to be fine."