A/N: Hello everyone! Sorry for the wait. I've been fangirling on another fandom (gasp! Treason!). Trust me when I say that CM has been crawling around in my head the entire time. I think it was good for my brain though, gave me more inspiration to write this. *smiley face*

Ah! Before you begin I want to warn you that this is now placed a month after the last chapter. Now that's all cleared up, please enjoy!

MONDAY 5:37AM

There was a light knock on the door. It was Monday morning and Reid shifted around his queen size bed, blankets strewn about and a sheet wrapped around one long leg like a lazy tentacle. It was ridiculously early; the sky was still a deep dark blue for god sakes! He turned again and blinked the sleep away, wishing the knocking would go away. Too bad for Spencer, this person was persistent.

The groggy genius pushed himself off of his soft bed and grabbed his glasses from the nightstand. He made his way to the door and looked through the peephole. Even in the wee hours of the morning, psychos never rested. It was a woman. Curious. Maybe she was a neighbor. He opened the door anyway.

"Good morning! You have a delivery," The woman hopped in her white keds and presented a basket of muffins of various flavors and sizes, all wrapped up in pink cellophane. Reid rubbed his eyes again to see if his eyes weren't playing a trick on him.

"You are Spencer Reid right?" The girl shifted her weight to the side because her legs were getting tired. Reid snapped out of thoughts and gave her a small apologetic smile. "Sorry, sorry. Yes that's me. Um, thank you."

The girl beamed again and passed over the muffin basket, "Have a nice day sir."

"Thank you. You too," he said after tipping her with a five dollar tip. The woman's day was off to a good start, he guessed.

It took him a long time to get to his fully awake state. Morgan joked that Reid was like a computer with too much crap in his hard drive. Morgan wasn't the best with computers, the genius noted.

His first instinct was getting his magical potion he called coffee before he set off into this delicate procedure. Once he finally did his daily early morning routine he unwrapped the basket, and the smell of muffins hit him like a pleasant wave of sweetness and wheat and a white letter delicately fell out of the basket.

"Great," he softly said to himself as he felt blood rush to his brain and his profiler instincts kicked in. Could this be a trap? Was there some kind of trigger in the letter that made the basket of muffins explode? Did a psycho send him the basket?

He shook his head furiously, "It should be examined," the doctor chuckled to himself. The letter looked normal enough. "Maybe some vacation time," he smiled at how paranoid he became as he opened the letter.

To the brilliant Spencer Reid,

I hope you find the breakfast treats to your liking. Please, enjoy your gift and promise me to eat more often. Your lack of body weight has given me great concern.

Sincerely yours,

An admirer

"Weird," Reid raises an inquiring brow. He picked up the muffin nimbly and examined it by smelling and poking at the spongy surface. Looks good but he would feel better if he took it to the lab and get it examined.

TUESDAY 10:08 AM

Morgan was bored. Not the normal kind of bored where there isn't anything to do. Believe him, there was plenty of things to do. The case files are stacked up on his already cluttered desk and there were emails to be answered. The boredom he felt was towards his teammates and the utter quietness. Everyone was off on their own, either on their office or on a briefing. Then there was Reid, sitting quietly to himself nibbling on a muffin quite contently. His case files were in the 'finished' pile, and he looked quite intense while he was in his own thoughts. What do geniuses usually daydream about? Something sciencey, Morgan guessed.

"Hey kid," Morgan waved at Reid, hoping his sudden movement would catch his attention. It didn't.

"Reid," he tried again but he got the same result.

"REID!"

The young genius was startled from his daydreams and the muffin fell from his hands and onto his desk. Morgan grinned as he scooted his wheeled chair towards his friend. "Hey Kid. What's with the muffin? I never see you eat solid food items around this time of day. What's up?"

"Nothing," Reid answered too quickly. He knew he just made a mistake. "Nothing at all."

"Right," Morgan ruffled his hair, "So what's her name?"

"What?" Reid brushed his hair back in place and glared.

"A girl gave you that muffin. I know for a fact that you only waste your money on books, coffee, and granola bars. Spill it, who gave you a muffin? Was she cute?" Morgan wiggled his eyebrows like some Sauvé detective from old black and white movies.

Reid shrugged nonchalantly and picked up his unfinished muffin, "I don't know who they came from. They were delivered to me."

"Sure," Morgan kept grinning madly at Reid. "There are two possibilities Reid. A psycho sent you poisoned muffins in the morning, but since you're not foaming at the mouth right now, that's ruled out. The second has to be a secret admirer."

Reid blushed slightly and paused before taking a bite of his muffin, "That's silly. I don't get secret admirers. It's probably a fan of my work."

"You keep thinking that." Morgan kept grinning but dropped the conversation. Reid could be so clueless about the matters of love that it kept the little brother image permanent. Before any thoughts of teasing Reid popped into Morgan's head something in the corner of his eyes caught his attention. The bright colors of- whatever it was- made him think Penelope was heading over their way. No, it wasn't Penelope.

"We have flowers for a… Spencer Reid," A man in a delivery suit walked into the middle of the bullpen.

Morgan's head tilted so far to the side he thought his neck was going to snap. "Flowers?"

Reid's blush intensified, and he scrunched up his shoulder shyly. "I'm Spencer Reid," He raised an unsure hand.

The deliveryman spotted the skinny form and rushed towards him rather quickly, "These are for you, sir."

"T-thank you," Reid grabbed the bouquet of flowers with careful hands then gave Morgan a stunned 'I don't understand what's happening' look. After signing his name on the little pad for the deliveryman the two were finally left alone.

"So… flowers?" Morgan looked at the bouquet. Most of the bouquet consisted of a few fully bloomed purple Stargazer Lilies, red roses, and white daisies. They were strategically placed, and they weren't too gaudy, which fit Reid's personality just fine.

"What were you saying about you not getting secret admirers?" Morgan teased. Reid snapped out of his catatonic daze and examined the flowers in his hands. There was neither card nor any clue as to who might have sent them, though the doctor suspected it came from whoever sent him the muffins yesterday.

"I still wouldn't jump into conclusions," Reid answered with a hint of curiosity in his voice. He could see the rest of the department was now peeking at him and the flowers. They whispered amongst each other and flashed Reid a congratulatory smile. This was weird.

WEDNESDAY, 8:14 AM

Things were getting out of hand.

"What now?" Prentiss peeked from around her desk and was stunned to see Dr. Reid listening to an MP3 player with his ear buds pounding away to music she was sure he had never heard off.

"Reid, seriously," Prentiss poked the genius in the back and pulled the one of the buds from one of his ears, "You're gonna go deaf if you listen to music that loudly."

"Sorry Prentiss," Reid put the new MP3 player into his messenger bag and frowned guiltily. "Was I bothering you?"

"Well… not really, but I thought MP3 players weren't your style. What are you doing with one?"

"I found it on my desk this morning. It was wrapped and addressed to me," Reid bit the inside of his cheeks and Prentiss read that he found it peculiar as well. "I don't really understand what's going on"

Prentiss placed a hand on the doctor's back gently, "What don't you understand?"

"First, I received a muffin basket on Monday morning, yesterday I got the flowers, and now it's this. I can understand the significance of the muffins and flowers as kind gestures, but the music player I don't quite grasp."

"Can I see it?" Prentiss asked.

Reid retrieved the MP3 player and handed the small item over. She examined it carefully and recognized the model; it was quite expensive and sleek- something Reid wouldn't be waiting in line for, that's for sure. Her fingers touched the screen and found only about fifteen songs; all were familiar to her, of course. "Whoever gave you this thing has good taste in music."

"Do they mean something?"

"Oh Dr. Spencer Reid, someone liiiiikes you," Prentiss sang teasingly. "Some loooves you."

"What?" Reid squeaked quite loudly. He shrunk when he noticed people's heads turning towards him. "N-no. Emily how did you conclude to that?"

"This, my dear boy," Prentiss pointed at the MP3 player excitedly, "This is a mix tape. A. Mix. Tape. I'm sure you heard of a mix tape right?"

Reid shook his head.

"I'm not surprised," Prentiss breathed out an exaggerated sigh, "When a man or a women like another man or a women, sometimes they tape, burn, or in your case, download songs that remind them of the person they like. You see all of these songs? They're all love songs. Someone likes you. Secretly."

"It's it's it's just…" Reid's eyes flitted across the room and panic set in. "It's a prank! It must be a prank! People pull pranks on me all the time."

Prentiss frowned at how easily Reid can accept it to be a prank and not any form of actual kindness. "Reid, people aren't this cruel. People who aren't serial murderers."

"You'll be surprised," the genius snorted indignantly to himself. "I can handle this Emily. Sooner or later the pranker will present himself or herself to me. They always do."

"Spencer," Emily felt her stomach drop at the thought of how much Reid had to put up with his entire life. "I'll be your blood hound until we figure this out. Still, I doubt that this is a prank and that someone does actually like you. You are a catch Dr. Spencer Reid. Don't ever doubt that."

"I'm not too sure. Still, thank you," Reid smiled gratefully at his friend.

"No problem."

THURSDAY, 5:01 PM

So far so good.

It was Thursday afternoon and Dr. Reid could go home without incident. The gifts have stopped, and that eased the stress the young agent carried since he woke up. He hoped he wasn't jumping ahead of himself and that maybe there was a gift waiting for him at home. What could it be this time? A box of chocolates? A severed head? Reid was so wrapped up in the many brutal possibilities that he didn't notice the silent figure heading towards him.

"Ah!" Reid jumped quite high in the air. Hotch stared at him blankly for a couple of minutes and waited for Reid to catch his breath. "Are you okay Reid?"

Reid huffed out a relieved sigh. He should be used to this by now. "H-Hotch! I'm fine um... Just a little jumpy, that's all. Probably drank too much coffee."

"Good," Hotch raised a brow at the jittery genius. "How about I give you a ride home?"

"No thanks Hotch," Reid grinned as he adjusted his purple scarf around his neck, "Prentiss offered to give me a ride home today. Again, thank you."

"Alright, have a good night then," Hotch took a few steps back and paused, "If anything happens, don't hesitate to call me on my personal cell phone. Okay?"

"I will," Reid smiled thankfully.

For the rest of that day, nothing unusual happened.

FRIDAY, 11:45AM

Hotch was looking down at the stack of papers before him. He was always a little tired when it came to noon. The lunch bag Jack packed was sitting on the side of his desk calling to him. The lunch his son made was typical of a six year old. A brown paper bag, something that resembled a smiley face drawn with a blue crayon, and the word Daddy written with the capitol D backwards. Jack Hotchner was an artist.

He grabbed the lunch bag and headed out the door with a grin on his face. That grin soon turned into a concerned frown when he heard a certain skinny genius with a wary shout.

"What? NO!" Reid shouted at the new surprised on his desk.

Morgan, Prentiss, Hotch, and J.J. rushed to Reid's side and weren't sure what their genius was bugging about. It was wine placed in a plain white small towel with one ticket to an Opera show for tonight.

"Hey, it's wine," Morgan lifted the bottle and glee was written on his face, "Expensive wine! Reid, did you unintentionally woo a rich lady?"

Prentiss snorted at Morgan's guess because she knew Reid wasn't really into 'the ladies'. Everyone around her thought she was snorting at the joke.

"Tickets to Carmen! Wow! Will never takes me to an opera. I'm sooo jealous," J.J. clasped her hands together and bit her bottom lip to bottle up her excitement.

"I'm not going and you guys can keep the wine," Reid took the wine bottle and handed it over to Morgan. "Please. Take it."

"No," Morgan pushed the wine back and glowered at his best friend, "You told me how you were sure it's a prank. I say you're just being paranoid. You're going."

"B-but… no. No. I'm not going," Reid pushed the wine bottle back and before Morgan spoke he grabbed his jacket and sped out of the bullpen like his life depended on it.

"What the hell man?" Morgan glared. "What the hell is his problem?"

Prentiss pinched the bridge of her nose, not sure who to be angry at or to feel sorry for. "Wouldn't you freak out if someone kept sending you gifts for the past few days, anonymously?"

"No way, if a girl started sending me gifts, I'd dig that," Morgan smiled slyly as he pictured a curvy, sexy, and sophisticated rich lady handing him keys to a new car as a gift. Not that he would accept the gift because he doesn't play like that. "He should take the stick out of his ass and-."

"Morgan, if you would please consider the seriousness of this situation," Hotch interrupted. "Did you forget what happened to Garcia? What if Reid is being targeted? We should consider this a serious security risk and keep Reid from harms way."

"Right," Prentiss nodded obediently, her large eyes set in determination. "I'll keep an eye on him and he'll stay home with me just to be safe."

Hotch nodded in agreement, "I'll ask Garcia to take the necessary steps and the rest of the team to be on high alert. There is a possibility of it being a prank or someone courting him but we can't be too careful."

Morgan clenched his jaw tightly because he still felt that this whole paranoid attitude the BAU harbored was going too far. Still, he couldn't deny the risks. "Agreed, but if it does turn out to be nothing and we actually scare off Reid's potential honey, then I'm going to make it my job to make things right."

The light breached through the thick curtains and illuminated the cozy living room. The door opened slowly and two figures entered the room. Emily flipped the switch and dropped a heavy duffel bag on her floor. "Welp, welcome to la casa de Prentiss."

"I've been here before Emily," Reid spoke in a monotone voice. He was still upset by having been dragged away from his apartment and have him surveillanced. Bloodhound indeed. It didn't take him long to feel guilty for addressing his friend in that catty tone. It brought back memories of how he treated her after Georgia. "I-I'm sorry, it's just… well…"

"No worries Reid," Prentiss winked at the doctor as she walked into her kitchen and started to prepare their dinner. "Make yourself at home, dump your stuff in the second room on the left. There's a bathroom across from it if you need it."

Reid sighed and obeyed his hostess without protest. It's a good thing her house wasn't all too big and there were plenty of things to distract to himself with. Trying the Jacuzzi for a bit wouldn't hurt his aching muscles and his brain, he thought.

After eating an amazing dinner in which they both cooked together the thought of a psycho roaming around town looking for Reid's hand in marriage dissipated. Prentiss was good at keeping Reid distracted, that is, until she brought up the subject.

"So…" She shifted in her coffee colored suede sofa. "Do you think our job turned us into a bunch of paranoid freaks?"

Reid sputtered in his drink. He hoped the apple juice didn't fall on her sofa, "Probably. As much as I enjoy your company, I feel that this is too much."

"You're right," Emily stretched out on her sofa and stared at the ceiling, "If Morgan was right and it is a," she paused for a second and smiled to herself, "a man who is trying to get it with you. It would be a waste. The man sure knows how to woo a person."

"He certainly didn't woo me," Reid settled his cup on the coffee table and focused on the carvings on the legs. His long fingers traced the edge of the cup slowly to distract his stomach from churning, "More like, made it obvious to Morgan and everyone else how desperately I need a romantic partner."

"It comes with the age," Emily raised her glass of white wine in the air and let the light from one of her lamps hit it. "My mom calls me everyday and asks me if I found a boyfriend already. I'm tempted to make up a fake relationship."

Reid chuckled, "My mom asks me the same question when I visit her. Even when she's having an episode she asks me. 'Spencer you haven't found a nice man yet? People don't know what they're missing. Such a shame.'"

Suddenly the living room was filled with sounds of their laughter. Each agent clutching at their stomachs desperately to make it stop. Reid hasn't laughed like that in ages and he felt that Prentiss was also in need of a good laugh.

"To everyone! Who will never butt out of our personal lives," Prentiss held her glass to the air and Reid followed suit.

He smiled back at her and said, "To everyone!"

A/N: Now everyone is in high alert! What is the purpose of the presents? What is Garcia really planning? Is there really a psycho who wants to put Reid in a wedding dress? Hmm… that sounds like an idea.

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