A/N: Hey guys I got a request for an update so here it goes. I'll try and update as much as possible between my other fics and college.
Slowly the front door opened and light momentarily filled Reid's apartment before a figure entered and approached the couch. The figure, from the light of the moon it was obvious to tell it was a man, slipped on a gas mask. A small canister was thrown and gas started to release into the air. When he was sure that Reid was asleep he stepped forward and observed him closely. The young man oddly looked peaceful even though he should know by now that his proposal had been accepted. For a moment it looked like Reid was going to be attacked before the figure moved on towards Reid's bookshelf. One by one the books were removed, any covers were slid off, and then they were all positioned facing frontwards. It took another hour for the rest of the project to be finished and then the figure crossed the room and left just as silently as he had entered. In fact had he been intent on killing Reid then no one would have been able to stop him. As the man stepped back into the light grayish hair could be seen before the door shut.
The next morning Reid opened his eyes and, though he would never admit it, shrieked. All of his books were facing him, but that wasn't the weird part; okay so it was weird...just not as weird as what was on the books. Taped in the middle of the books was one of the first articles he'd ever posted surrounded by pictures that were dated from the day Hotch left forward. As he scanned the pictures he sighed in relief. At least there were none of Hotch and family which meant that for now they were safe. Slumping down on the couch he took deep breaths. Why hadn't the noise woke him up? He wasn't that heavy of a sleeper and no one was silent enough to pull all of this off. As he stared listlessly and tried to figure out what had happened his eyes noticed a canister. Gently he picked it up and realized automatically that it was sleeping gas. Mentally he smacked himself, then for good measure he actually did, before standing and grabbing his camera. He took pictures of what he'd found and then slowly peeled the pictures off. One by one he placed them into a box and then moved to his hall closet and junked everything into his bedroom before taking and taping the pictues on the wall exactly like they had been. Nodding to himself he went to get ready for work; he could worry about Foyet in his off time. It was a testament to how out of it he was that he didn't notice the small message on the paper he'd received. It was from the fourth day of printing and in the corner of the paper was another message. "How stupid are you, Reid?"
