Gideon wasn't even sure he was real when he first saw him. He was in his apartment alone, blasting Frank Sinatra, and eating alone as well. Or, rather, as usual. He spotted the dark hair from the dining table and narrowed his eyes.
Grabbing his handgun from its secret spot in a bookshelf, he stepped towards the front door. When he heard a knock, he took a deep breath before opening it. He only opened it halfway as he hid the gun behind his back.
The dark haired figure was holding a box and dressed in an Amazon uniform. Gideon felt his shoulders loosen in tension when he realized that the 'he' was a 'she'. The woman smiled and held out the box.
"Hey, delivery for Jason...Gideon," she said as she checked the address sticker on the box.
Gideon put the gun in his back pocket and took the package. "Thanks."
"You're welcome, Mr. Gideon. It's nice to meet you. Have a good day," she replied, turning and walking away.
Hispanic. Black hair. Brown eyes. Late 20's. Oldest 31, youngest...maybe 25.
Gideon closed the door and placed the box on the dining table. Carefully, he opened it and grimaced when he noticed several books on the inside. Several copies of the same book. The title said "Always watching". Gideon jumped towards the front door and threw it open.
He rushed towards the Amazon employee from behind and tackled her down. She screamed as he pinned her down.
"Who are you? What are all the books for?" Gideon yelled.
"Please! Get off me!"
Bystanders watching were staring in shock. Gideon pulled her up to her feet and held her arms behind her back.
"Who the hell is watching me?"
"I don't know," the woman cried.
Hotchner glanced up when he saw J.J. walk in with a distressed look on her face. "Hotch, we got a call from the police about a woman attacked by an FBI agent."
He raised an eyebrow, concerned. "What? Who? One of ours?"
"It's Gideon."