A/N: Hey, guys. Sorry about the wait. Real life's being a—well, not nice. Trying to force myself to type up what I've got written hasn't been so easy lately.

But, you're not here to hear/read me rant. Here's your story!

Playlist for this chapter: Disturbed's "The Night," Breaking Benjamin's "I Will Not Bow," and POD's "Youth of the Nation."

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"I'm telling you, sugar, there's something wrong with that boy!"

Morgan sighed. "Look, baby girl, I know he's a bit suspicious—"

"A bit suspicious? Have you ever seen those Happy Bunny shirts? Specifically, the one that says 'Cute but psycho, things even out'?"

Morgan frowned. "Are you suggesting this kid is—?"

"No, no, no! Well, he is adorable… but no. He's just… creepy."

"Well, don't you worry, baby girl, your sugar daddy's got an eye on him."

She giggled. "That's all I ask.

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He may not have noticed before, but now at his desk looking over the photos again, he saw it. Yet he saw the looks differently than Garcia.

Danny was definitely used to the blood, which suggested an abusive household or relationship, the former of which would explain his being locked out. But then Danny would glare at the messages and wince away from the bodies. The reaction to the bodies was understandable, but to the letters…. Did he somehow know Phantom?

"Um, Danny, do you—?" Reid's phone cut him off, and he snapped angrily into it. "Yeah?"

"There's been another killing." Hotch stated. "Here."

"Which one?" Reid pulled the set of body pictures closer. Danny's eyes widened.

"It's a new one, female, older. Probably around the man's age. Red hair, dark blue eyes. Might be related to the girl."

"Okay, where?"

"In an alley near our office." Hotch rattled off the address.

Reid blinked, glanced at Danny, then looked away. That alley… that's where he found Danny this morning. "What's the message this time?"

"'You should have listened.'"

Reid wrote that down, absently noticing Danny reading it over his shoulder and nearly snarling. "Alright. I can check the body out."

"Good. We won't be back for a little while. We're checking on some of the more recent scenes."

"Okay."

"And, Reid?"

"Yeah?"

"Keep an eye on the kid."

Reid's brow furrowed. "What do you—?"

"We'll explain later. Just keep watch on him."

Hotch hung up. Reid wasted a moment staring at the phone, then grabbed his messenger bag and turned to Danny. "Come with me. They've found another body."

Danny blinked, surprised to be invited along, but jumped up to follow Reid out of the building.

They came quickly to the alley Danny had been in. It was roped off now by crime scene tape that Reid was quickly allowed past. Danny had to stay on the other side. He didn't mind. He could see everything he needed to from here.

Reid was kneeling by the body, making sure he saw everything. The message was once again prominently displayed, but the body was less defiled than the others. Where the others had been hacked apart, she had a few small cuts by major arteries. She bled out fairly quickly and painlessly. More likely than not, she'd been drugged, too, so she hadn't felt anything. The unsub definitely regretted killing her. Even the message, 'you should have listened', showed regret. She meant something to the unsub.

"Hey, kid, get back there!" an officer yelled.

Reid spun, seeing Danny being pushed back behind the tape. He was struggling, yelling something.

"There's something on her hand!"

Reid frowned, glanced back at the body. Something had been written on her hand. "Stop, he's with me."

The officers stopped, letting go reluctantly. Danny pulled free and walked over to Reid, shivering, arms wrapped around himself. "I saw it, on her hand…."

Reid turned the hand over, and another message was revealed. "'Which is real, which is fake? Or have they all been unwound?'" Reid read aloud.

Danny winced. Reid noticed.

"What's wrong?"

Danny shook his head. "It—It's a book I read one time. Unwind. They took kids and 'unwound' them for body parts and organs as an alternative to abortion."

Reid remembered it. "Neal Shusterman, right? So, he's insinuating that he took body parts from each of them?"

"Didn't the others have some tattoo or something?"

Reid nodded, storing the idea to bring it up with his team later. "Back of the neck." A CSI came over and helped Reid roll her over. There, on the back of her neck was a string of numbers, like a—

"Serial number," Reid gasped. "It's a serial number." He pulled out his PDA, flipping through the photos from the other scenes. "They're all serial numbers! Like they were manufactured or—"

"Cloned," Danny hissed.

Reid paused at this. "That's it…. I need to tell Hotch!" He left the scene to find a spot with better cell service.

Alone now, or at least somewhat, Danny sunk down next to the body. "Mom," he whispered, barely even able to hear himself. His eyes flashed green for a moment as he looked at her, and he froze. Glancing about to make sure no one was paying attention to him, he leaned in slightly and made his eyes flash.

There was no mistaking it this time. Someone had written another message, just for him, in a special kind of ectoplasm. One seen only by ghost eyes.

You made me do this, boy. You'll never escape, yet you run anyway. Admit defeat, and I'll stop. Don't and, well, you won't like who goes next. It's up to you, Daniel. Turn yourself in, or become "Dunfee".

Danny inhaled sharply, remembering the poem Sam had made up after their class had read Unwind.

"Humphrey Dunfee made a mistake,
Humphrey Dunfee was sent far away.
They searched and they killed ever since then
But couldn't put Humphrey Dunfee together again."

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"They're clones, Hotch! That's why they look identical! And why they have the tattoo! They're serial numbers!"

"Reid. Reid, calm down. We'll be there in a little bit, just keep the scene intact."

"Okay. The CSU is working on that."

"Where's the kid?"

"Oh, Danny? He's back there."

"Where?"

"At the scene."

"…What? You left him unsupervised at the scene of the crime?" Morgan had taken control of Hotch's phone.

Reid winced at the volume. "Um, yeah? Why? What's wrong with that?"

"What's wrong with—? I'll tell you what's wrong, Reid! We don't know this kid! He shows up out of nowhere and suddenly this crazy case comes to our attention? Something's not right."

"I—I don't understand—"

"We'll fill you in when we get back." Hotch had gotten his phone back. "Until then, keep him out of our case." Hotch hung up.

Reid walked confusedly back to the crime scene, where Danny was curled up against a wall, looking petrified at the body, a giant change from his attitude before. "C'mon," Reid said quietly, "let's head back. Hotch and the others'll be back soon."

Danny allowed himself to be led away.

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Reid glanced at his desk again, noticing Danny yawn and start to close his eyes. Then, the boy shook his head and took another swig of the can before him. As Danny put the can down, Reid saw he looked much more alert.

Reid looked around, making sure his colleagues were busy. Then he moved over to his desk and asked, "What is that stuff, anyway?"

Danny blinked at him. "It's an energy drink. Like Monster or Amp."

Now Reid blinked.

Danny sighed. "It's the same amount of caffeine per gulp as a full cup of coffee."

Reid's eyebrows shot upwards. At that rate, one can of this energy drink stuff would be equivalent to all the coffee he ended up drinking throughout the day. "So, it's like coffee?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"Can I try some?"

Confused, Danny handed him an extra can. Reid took it and went into the break room, Danny following. "What're you—?"

Reid grabbed a jar of sugar, opened the can, and started mixing the sugar in.

Danny gaped. "Quit that! It's already got sugar in it!"

Reid blinked up at him. "…Oh." He put the sugar jar down and grabbed the can, taking a sip.

Danny grimaced, thinking how it obviously had to be way too sweet.

"Mm, yeah, it did have a little sugar." Reid gulped down the drink, causing Danny's eyes to widen. That much caffeine and sugar all at once—!

Reid stood, twitching a bit more than usual as he headed back to his desk.

Danny buried his head in his arms. "Oh, this won't end well…."

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Rossi was the first to notice Reid's behavior. The younger agent was pulling out files and quickly going through four or five at a time.

"Reid, what are you doing?"

"Needtogetthesedone," he answered quickly. "Havetofindapattern. Theymustconnectsomehow…."

Rossi blinked, unable to understand what was said. "Hey, Morgan," he called, "you speak Reid, right?"

Morgan chuckled and walked over. "Yeah, why?"

"I need a translator." Turning back to Reid, Rossi said, "Why are you working so fast?"

"Havetofindapattern. Needtogetthesedone."

Rossi glanced up at Morgan. "He's trying to find a pattern and get them done."

"How much coffee have you had today, kid?"

Reid shook his head quickly, jerkily. "None. ."

"Woah, woah, hold up." Morgan raised an eyebrow. "Stuff Danny gave you?"

"Yeah. Don'."

Morgan spun and went to find the teen, who was still hiding in the break room. "Yo, kid!" he called.

Danny jerked up. "Uh, yeah?"

"What'd you give Reid?"

Danny's brow furrowed. "Cocaine, why—?"

Morgan slammed the kid into a wall. "You gave him coke? What the hell were you thinking?"

"It's not—!"

"Nothin'! That's what!" Morgan flipped the teen around, pulling out his handcuffs and snapping them on Danny's wrists. "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say—"

"What's going on here?" Hotch said as he walked in. A jittery Reid was behind him.

Morgan nodded at Danny. "This kid slipped Reid cocaine."

Hotch's eyebrows rose. "Is this true, Reid?"

Reid started to nod, then shook his head. "I—I—I d—don't kn—know. H—H—He s—said i—it—it w—was l—like c—coff—fee."

"What?" Morgan demanded, pushing Danny further against the wall. "The hell you tell him that for? He drinks coffee like it's water!"

"How was I supposed to know the genius over there would start dumping sugar into a frickin' energy drink?"

Morgan froze. "Energy drink?"

"Oh, there you are, Hotch! The serial numbers don't—What's going on?" Garcia asked as she came in, confused.

Reid had jumped a mile at her sudden entrance. Hotch glanced back at her. "Misunderstanding."

"Okay…. Where the handcuffs necessary?"

"Morgan misunderstood what Danny meant when he said he gave Reid 'Cocaine'."

Garcia's eyes narrowed at the teen. "You gave my junior G-Man that much caffeine?"

"Apparently, he gets that much from coffee, anyway," Danny grumbled. "Besides, the jitteriness is his own fault for dumping half a jar of sugar in it!"

Garcia burst into laughter. "H—He put sugar i—in Cocaine?"

Morgan finally released Danny, still not taking the cuffs off. "Does everyone know about this stuff?"

"Just most caffeine addicts," Garcia stated.

"Be glad I didn't have an extra can of FIXX Extreme Ultra Shots."

Hotch and Morgan blinked. "Why?"

Danny smiled wryly. "Think he's hyped up now? That stuff has almost twice the caffeine."

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Garcia was finally able to explain to everyone why she'd had to hunt down Hotch.

"The serial numbers were a dead end. No connection to any product or company anywhere. I've got nothing on this guy, Hotch. Nothing."

The single teen in their group was frowning still at the crime scene pictures.

"The only thing connecting this new body to the old ones is the message," Morgan stated.

"A—And the s—serial n—numbers," Reid stuttered, still slightly juiced.

"There's a possibility of there being two more clones of this victim," Prentiss suggested.

"No," Rossi declared. "He shows too much regret with this one. Her face was turned away. He didn't want to kill her, just to make a point. Garcia, can you find a link to who they're cloned from? Look for anyone fitting their appearance and missing about two or three years ago."

"Yes, sir." Garcia left.

"Still nothing about this Phantom?" Hotch asked.

JJ sighed. "Nothing. Complete blank."

"Alright, then let's—"

"Is there a Danny here?"

The teen glanced up, blinking in surprise at the young girl. The others frowned, especially Hotch. "How did you get up here? Past clearance?"

"My momma works here. I stay in the daycare most days. Is there a Danny here?"

"Yeah," Danny stated, walking towards her cautiously. She looked familiar.

"Here. I was told to give you this, then go back to daycare." She handed him a small note, then left as suddenly as she'd come.

Danny flicked open the note and read it through.

'Meet me tomorrow or the clone destroys everyone in that daycare. You'll know where to find me.'

He crumpled up the note, forcing a grin. "Heh, my parents are back. Sorry I was a burden on you all. I'll go home now." He practically ran out the doors.

Reid blinked while the rest of the team shared a look. Something was wrong.

And they'd find out what.

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A/N: Just thought I'd say, I do not own, nor have I tried, Cocaine or FIXX Extreme Ultra Shots. And, yes, there is an insane amount of caffeine in them. I think cocaine's actually illegal in the states, but I took poetic license so Danny's got some.

I also do not own Unwind. Well, I have a copy, but the plot and characters are all Neal Shusterman's. And he can keep them. That book kinda freaked me out, some.

So, read and review, all! Should have the next up soon, or at least sooner than this one was…. -.-U