A/n hey everyone. Here's the last chapter. Thank you all for your wonderful feedback.

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An invasion of privacy

Hotch looked at his watch and sighed. It was eight, his paperwork was finished and he should go home, but facing the house without Haley and Jack was more than he could take these days. He looked at the picture he still kept on his desk of his soon-to-be ex-wife and son. How did it all go so wrong?

A knock sounded at his door. "Come in," He called.

JJ opened the door with a file in her hand, "Hey Hotch, I hate to do this tonight, but we've got a bad one that needs our attention now."

"What's the case," He asked, feeling the headache that had been forming for an hour jack up another notch.

"Three women killed in Denver over the last six months. As usual, the locals thought they could handle it till the grand daughter of a state senator was kidnapped. It's the same MO as the killer, and we've been strongly encourage by the director and the governor of Colorado to be there as fast as we can."

"Ok… I'll put in an emergency call back for the team.

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"Where's Reid," Morgan wanted to know when they were all gathered in the conference room.

"I'm sure he's on his way." Hotch said. "Let's get started, this is a big one guys."

JJ started her presentation. "Three women missing in and around Denver in the last six months, all of them were found in Rocky Mountain National Park.

"Well… we've got blitz attacks," Rossi said, looking at the crime scene photos.

"They were hit with some type of blunt object." JJ said. "They were beaten, raped and strangled."

"The time between the disappearances, and the time the bodies were found off major hiking trails is three days." Morgan observed. "He takes time with them before killing them. The wounds are pretty extensive, there are signs of torture."

"Her body was mutilated after death, the face, the hands and the genitals." Hotch said. "This is personal. We'll talk more about this on the plane," He got up from his chair

The others left to grab ready bags. Hotch pulled Garcia aside, "Reid isn't answering his phone and he hasn't shown up."

"I'm sure he's okay, maybe he just turned his phone off. It has been a busy three weeks." Garcia reminded him.

"Yes… I'm sure that's it but I need you to track him down."

"Ok… I'm on it." Garcia said without a smart remark or argument.

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Hotch looked up to see Garcia standing nervously in his doorway thirty minutes later. "Sir… I tracked his chip to a private residence in Alexandria. Property records indicate the name of the owner is Patricia Cole. The address is 1276 Cottonwood Lane. I tried calling the number listed to her, but there's no answer and Reid's cell phone is definitely off."

"Ok… I guess we'll have to go get him." Hotch said with a long suffering sigh. "I'll get the team. We have to assume that there's trouble."

"But sir, don't you think there's a good explanation for this." Garcia dared ask the stone faced man in front of her.

"We can't take any chances Garcia. That's why he has the chip in the first place."

"Ok… I just don't think knocking down a door in suburbia is a good idea." She muttered to his retreating back.

She went back to her office and tried again to get through to his cell phone.

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"That was the best meatball lasagna I've ever had." Patti sighed, sitting back on the wooden chair in front of the large dining room table that inhabited the breakfast nook.

The table was polished to a mirror shine. The table and the chairs were hand carved. Reid decided that it was probably museum quality the first time he'd seen it. Patti said it was a family heirloom that used to belong to her mother. It didn't really match the kitchen, but she loved it.

"It's my specialty." He admitted, putting the glass of wine he'd been sipping down next to the china place setting he'd found in the back of the pantry.

"Such a fancy spread Dr. Reid. If I didn't know better, I'd think you were trying to seduce me." She said coyly.

"I didn't think I needed to. You're the one that was all hot to rip my clothes off a couple of hours ago."

Reid began to clear the table, but Patti stopped him with a hand on his chest. "Forget about the mess, we'll worry about it later."

Spencer tangled one long fingered hand in her hair and pulled her in close for a long, slow, wet kiss that almost dumped her off her feet.

"Well… that was pretty good for starters. Let's go work off that lasagna," She said, pulling him impatiently into the living room.

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"Hm… I love your magic hands, Dr. Reid," Patti, said quite a bit later.

"You're a little fickle, Nurse Patti," Reid responded with a chuckle that was third cousin to a purr.

"I'm not fickle!" Why would you say that?" His hands were doing things to her back and shoulders that should be illegal.

Reid leaned forward on his knees and began planting little butterfly kisses down the ridge of her spine. His mouth on her bare back was sheer heaven.

"You said about seventeen and a half minutes ago, that I have a magic mouth," He reminded her.

"Hm…"

He moved without warning and so fast, that Patti let out a little shriek of surprise. He flipped her over on the recliner portion of the sectional couch in the living room they lay on. He shifted again and re-straddled her hips.

"Would you pay attention please?" His dark eyes pinned her to the cushions on the couch more effectively than the weight of his lanky body.

"I like it when you get all masterful and demanding." She said breathlessly.

He answered her by leaning in to kiss and suck on a certain spot right over her collar bone. He nipped at it with his teeth and she moaned.

"I was wrong," she gasped. "You do have a magic mouth." Spencer grinned like a wolf stalking a tiny bunny rabbit for dinner. "You like that do you?"

"Yes…" One of Patti's hands began to slide down his right side to the dark blue, patterned cotton boxers he wore. "I love these boxers. Where did you find them?"

Reid sighed and sat back on his heels. "On E-Bay… Where else," He admitted. "I bought them for you." His face was getting red again.

"For me… Why," She ran both hands up and down his smooth, bare chest. Goosebumps were beginning to break out on his arms.

"Remember where we met?" He asked, getting redder by the second.

"Yes… I remember."

"So… it's a good present for our three month anniversary?" He wondered.

"Yeah… but I like them better off then on." She admitted.

"Well… maybe you'll get your wish little girl." He whispered .

"You know, a girl could be suspicious, great food, great sex, a massage, have you been naughty Supervisory Special Agent Dr. Spencer Reid." She looked up at him with dark brown eyes, and an open and kind face that turned his knees to mush every time she looked at him.

"I love you very much." He said simply.

A tear formed in the corner of one of her lovely brown eyes. "Now see, that's quite a coincidence because I love you too Spencer."

" I certainly hope so," He said with a hopeful sigh. She slapped his chest lightly.

"Now, where were we," He asked.

"Just about there," she grabbed the top of his boxers and began to pull.

The sound of the door crashing open and shouts of "FBI," sent Spencer crashing to the carpeted floor as Patti sat up and screamed. He narrowly avoided getting brained by hitting his head on the metal and glass coffee table.

He lay there looking up at most of his team standing there in protective gear and guns drawn. No one said anything for several seconds. Then his girlfriend said in a tone Reid knew very well, and the rest of the team would come to learn, meant that trouble was brewing.

"What the freakin' hell is going on here?" She pulled the knitted throw off the back of the sofa and wrapped it around her nearly naked body.

Reid scrambled to his feet. "I believe the lady asked you a question." He addressed the team angrily. He barely noticed they had the decency to look very ashamed.

"Reid… you didn't answer your phone." Emily was the first one to break.

"So you break down my girlfriend's door," Reid said while looking around for his shirt and cords.

"Well yeah… We tried to call Ms. Cole's number but you didn't answer so we assumed…" Emily trailed off, her face going pink in the cheeks.

He found his shirt and put it on. He knew his face was probably the color of a ripe tomato but he confronted Hotch anyway.

"I've had it. I want you to call whoever you had put that chip in me and have him take it out." Reid demanded of his boss.

"Reid we have an important case that we need your help with, and we -"

"I don't want to hear it Hotch. I'm tired, and stressed, and yeah I shouldn't have turned off my phone. I just needed some time away. Can't you understand that?'

He found his cords and put them on. He sat down next to Patti, who was watching the whole thing without saying a word, also a bad sign.

"Reid… if you need time off, all you have to do is ask for it." Hotch said.

"Excuse me," Patti interjected. "This is my house. You break in here without a warrant and start riding Spencer because he turned off his phone. Who's going to pay for the damage to my door?"

She shook off Reid's restraining arm and went to confront Hotch. Her hands were on her hips, her face was red and her hair was mused. She was royally pissed, and Reid thought she was stunning. "I ought to call the cops and have you all arrested for trespassing. Spencer goes into work every time he gets called in. Do you know how many dates, and dinners, and breakfasts together you've interrupted Mr. Special Agent? Spencer just got home and now you want to take him away again. You need to leave now and deal with this problem without him."

"Ma'am I'm sorry we broke in this way but…"

"No… Hotch she's right. I'm staying home, or I'll let Strauss know that you broke into a private home without a warrant, based on the fact that I didn't answer my phone. Or I could just quit!" Reid said, sitting on his shaking hands.

"Fine… you can stay here, but I want you in the office on Monday." Hotch capitulated, because the good lady of the house had a great case to sue the FBI, and using the excuse that he was concerned for Reid's well-being wasn't going to fly this time.

"Alright everybody, lets get back to the airstrip." Hotch ordered the team.

Morgan was the last to leave. "Hey Reid… love those boxers. Are those little Starship Enterprises?" He winked at the young man and Reid went crimson.

"So what are we going to do about the door?" Patti asked, pulling the throw blanket tighter around her shoulders.

"You want to shack up at my place till I get it fixed?" He asked.

"Sure… right after you tell me all about the chip your boss mentioned."

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Patti was putting her shoes on when Reid came back out from the kitchen. He'd cleaned up the mess as a way to think about what he was going to say to his girlfriend.

"Ok… Here's the story as I know it."

He told her all about how the chip was somewhere in his body. He explained how the powers that be felt it was the best way to keep track of him. He told her that Morgan had drugged him and how he didn't know until after it was over, what had happened. He even told her about using himself as bait to catch the bad guys when they had no other choice.

Patti listened to all of this without saying a word. "I know you're mad because I didn't tell you. I thought it was for the best, but now I know if I don't do something, they'll continue to abuse it. I didn't mind it when it was a tool for work, but now they've dragged you into this and I want it gone."

Patti took one of his hands and squeezed it tight. "Then I think you should get it removed, or turned off, or whatever."

"I have a plan if you don't mind my asking a friend over." He asked her.

"No… if it will end this, I don't care."

"Good…. Just let me make a phone call." She went into her bedroom and packed a bag while Spencer was on the phone with his friend.

"Patti…" He called out to her.

"In here…" She called back.

He came into the bedroom and explained his plan. "I have a friend that's a genius when it comes to computers. She'll be here in about thirty minutes."

"She'll be here…" Patti asked.

"Yeah… you've heard me talk about her. Her names Penelope Garcia and she'd been working on a way to short out the chip. It's way too small to remove. She built a scanner to find it and I'm not sure about the specifics, but she'll take care of it." He promised her.

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Reid opened the door to Garcia a few minutes later. "I'm sorry sweet cheeks. I tried to talk Hotch out of it."

"I know that Garcia, it wasn't your fault." He gestured for her to come into the living room.

"Patti, this is Penelope Garcia, Garcia… this is Patricia Cole."

Patti regarded the brightly dressed woman with curly blond hair, and eyes behind red framed glasses that were looking at Reid like a mother would look at a much loved child.

"So you're the one that's made my Reid smile for the last few months. He refused to tell me your name even though I begged, threatened and bribed him."

"Yeah… it wasn't easy. Saying no to you is like trying to outwit a cobra." Reid said comfortably.

"Ha ha… watch it sweet thing, or I won't help you."

"Yes you will… You never liked the chip!"

"Well that's true. Now just stand still." She pulled a small black object that looked like a TV remote and began running it up and down, in front and back of Reid.

"Reminds me of Star Trek," Patti said in a stage whisper.

"Almost…" Garcia said cryptically. "There's the little bugger. "Just stand still, a little EMP and…"

She moved around to face Reid again, "You're good to go. That chip is good and fried."

"Thanks Garcia," She hugged him hard. "Just don't take coffee from Morgan again."

"Okay I won't," He promised her. He glanced over at Patti, who was watching both of them with laughing eyes. "I need to talk to Garcia for a minute."

"Ok… but no planning for world domination." Patti went back to her room.

"What's on your mind sweet cheeks. If it is world domination, I'll have to break my date with Morgan."

"I just wanted to know one thing. Why didn't you take advantage of this and follow me all over for the last three months?"

To his utter amazement Garcia went crimson. "I know it's not like me to let an opportunity like that get away. Look… you're my best friend and I just couldn't invade your privacy like that. I should have though, I could have told Hotch this was your girlfriends house if I had, and then they wouldn't have crashed in here.

"Thanks Garcia… I know it was hard for you not to snoop around." Reid said.

"I'd be offended by that if you weren't right." She said. "Now where's that girlfriend of your's, I want to say goodbye."

Patti entered the room just as Garcia asked for her. "Thanks Penelope, we appreciate your help.

"No problem… I got to study that chip and make a few improvement for my own projects." She winked at them and Reid swallowed hard.

"Oh don't look so scared sweet pea. I told you, I don't have time for taking over the world."

She went to the door and the couple followed her. "It's nice to meet you Patti. Don't hurt my sweet boy or you'll answer to me."

"I promise I won't," Patti said forthrightly.

Garcia left and Patti turned to Spencer, "Now before we get to your place, why don't you tell me why you didn't think it was necessary to tell me about the chip!"

THE END