Disclaimer: I own nothing of Criminal Minds. That right belongs to the creator, writers, and producers of the television show. I am simply borrowing things and do not intend to make a profit.
A/N: My newest installment came earlier than intended, but I just couldn't stop writing! It all just kept popping into my head and I wrote it down! Here you go! Oh! And Reviews are always welcome! The lyrics are from the song "Dream a Little Dream of Me" by sung by Mama Class.
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Spencer Reid had just gotten home from Golconda. Frank had gotten away. It wasn't often that this happened and when it did…Everyone felt awful. He just wanted to go home and see Alice.
He stepped into his appartment and smelled something amazing. As he walked in further into the house, he could hear Alice softly singing to herself.
"Stars shinging bright above you,
Night breezes seem to whisper 'I love you',
Birds singing in the sycamore tree,"
"Dream a little dream of me," he finished in her ear.
Alice giggled. "Cute," she greeted, and she gave him a kiss. "That key you gave me is really coming in handy, huh?"
" Yeah, it is. Especially when I need a surprise visit. What are you doing?" he asked.
"Making you dinner," she answered. "I know you had a rough case and I thought I'd compensate." Reid began to open his mouth but she cut him off. "And before you say it, I know dinner doesn't fully compensate for a killer getting away, but I tought it'd be better than nothing. Now, you are going to go over to the couch and plant it, while I finish. You can watch the Dicovery Channel, , or Star Trek, or whatever the hell you watch for a half an hour until I'm done."
He couldn't find anything else to say so he just replied, "Technically he's a serial killer."
"All right Mr. Smart-Ass. Get over there. Although, I still don't know what we're having for dessert."
"I have a few ideas. Not to mention Hotch gave us the whole weekend off," he whispered as he wrapped his arms around her middle.
"I'm sure you do Romeo, and we can have all of them later. Until then, you go and sit that cute little tushioe of yours down."
"Fine then," he said and she laughed.
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It was 10 AM on a Saturday and Spencer woke up to hear the sound of music playing over the stereo system and the smell of fresh coffee. He pulled on some sweat pants and a t-shirt and walked into the naturatlly lit kitchen. Alice was standing with her back to him, wearing a pair of his boxers and a t-shirt.
"Good morning," he greeted her.
"And to you Dr. Reid," she greeted back.
"And how did you sleep."
"Not including our various activities?"
"Sure."
"Then very well, thank you."
"Good," he laughed.
Alice handed him a steaming cup of coffee and said, "Hey, I'll be right back. I just remebered something."
"Really? And what might that be?"
"I haven't checked my e-mail in like a week. I might have something important in my mail box."
"That's true. Okay then." Reid walked over to the stereo and turned the music down. She likes it loud, huh. Another appealing feature. He sat on the black leather couch and had just set his coffee down when he heard a scream and a crash. He automatically jumped up and ran towards the office in the back of his appartment. "What? What is it? What happened? Are you okay?" He burst into the room find the chair toppled over and Alice backed into a corner. "What happened honey?"
"Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God…"
"Honey. Honey. You need to tell me what happened. Look at me. Al, look at me. Tell me what happened." When she finally looked him in the eye, he saw she had tears in hers. "Al, please. Tell me." She motioned for him to look at the computer screne. Reid saw something he didn't expect. It was an e-mail that read:
Why didn't you end it when I told you to?! I gave you a week! You should have stopped it by now! You have one more day to end it. Or I end his life.
Under the message was a picture of Alice and Reid walking together. Reid's face was crossed out in red. When he saw the picture his face paled. He stayed facing the computer until he regained at least some of his composure. As he turned back to face her he said, "Al, when did these e-mails start?" with as steay a voice as possible.
She just whimpered.
"Alice sweetheart, please. You need to tell me when the e-mails started."
She took a shaky breath and finally said, "A-about a month ago."
"When we started dating," he thought out loud. "That must have been the stressor to push im to contact you." He directed his next statement at her. "You've probably had this stalker for months. You just didn't realize it." He picked up the over-turned chair. "Here. Sit down." He steered her over and sat her down. "Do you have the other e-mails?"
"Yeah."
"Can you get them all out for me?"
"Well, I only have the one from last week."
"Why didn't you save the others?"
"Because I thought they were from my brother, Danny. He does stuff like this all the time. I just figured it was one of those times. Are you mad?"
"Mad? Why would I be mad?"
"Because I didn't tell you about them."
"No. I'm not mad." She didn't look convinced. "I promise I'm not mad," he assured her.
"Okay."
Reid switched back into profiler mode after he read the other e-mail. "He obviously knows where you live and because he knows my name, we can asume he knows where I live as well. You going out with me is obviously making him jealous which is provoking him. He thinks he's the one and only for you."
"I'm sorry," she whispered as she looked down into her lap.
"Sorry? For what? You have a stalker. This isn't your fault," he assured her. "I don't even care if it is. Right now, I just want to keep you safe." He stopped for a moment. "I-I should call Morgan." Her head snapped up. "He's an expert on obessional crimes. I'm pretty sure this classifies as one."
She looked afraid at this but nodded her head in approval. "I'll be right back. Birdie'll keep you company," Reid picked up his cat who had just walked into the room.
She gave him a small smile and said, "Okay," she replied as he strode out of the room to dial the phone.
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A/N: Next chapter done! Go me! Two in one day! Review please and read more!