Six

"Don't hang up this time," came the harsh voice of the other vampire, the one in black. A shower of different clacks from Garcia's keyboard filled the room as she tried to find him.

Spencer was listening in, he could clearly hear his voice on the other line as though he were standing in the Spencer's kitchen as well. 'Tell him you won't.' he said next to silently.

"I won't hang up on you," Haley said quickly.

'Keep him on.'

"Erm… why are you calling here?" she asked, a little shakily. "What do you want from me?"

A chuckle on the other end of the line that twisted Spencer's face, his eyes growing darker if it was seemingly possible. He shook off his rage as he listened to the other man. "To get to know you better," he said silkily. "I do want to know if we'll get along once I form my coven with you and your brother."

"Wh-what?"

"If he won't come with me himself, I'll have to give him an ultimatum, don't I? Don't take it personally; it's just a tried and true negotiations tactic. He should know all about those," he said. The man seemed taunting, cocky, and he was attempting to be soothing to Haley. As if trying to convince her that it would be all right to have to live like a heathen.

Haley looked up at Spencer with wide eyes.

'Name?' he managed to mouth while looking calm, a difficult feat with what the man was saying.

"Can't I know your name?" Haley asked, trying to match his tone. Then, switched tactics. "I mean, if I'm going with you, then can't I know what it is?"

"What's that noise?" he hissed. A silence on both lines as Garcia stopped clacking, her nails against the keyboard were the culprits of this new danger zone. "It's gone now, but you heard it. I know you did. What was that noise?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," Haley said, her voice jumping a couple of octaves. She hated herself for it.

"You know damn well what I mean!" he shouted, she had to pull the receiver away from her ear, and Morgan could plainly hear it from his spot across the room. "You're an awful liar."

"WHAT DO YOU WANT WITH US?" Haley broke.

"NO!" Spencer lunged for the phone and turned it off as he broke it from Haley's grasp.

Haley recoiled, looking fearfully at Spencer's disheveled hair, trying to control the anger on his face. He turned from her, putting the phone gently back into its holder and ran his hand through his hair, in an attempt to look calmer.

Taking a deep breath, he turned around to look at the rest of the room.

"I'm sorry, I… I didn't know what to say… he wants to hurt you and…" Haley choked, still not approaching him, hurting Spencer worse than anything the man could do.

Reid pulled Haley to him and wrapped his arms around her, burying his head in her hair, scared for her life. He looked up at the surprised face of Morgan, broke away quickly to the nervous Penelope, and then focused on calming his little sister. "I'm sorry I got you involved," he mumbled, addressing the room as a whole as opposed to one single person.

"Reid, we need to be involved," Morgan took his stance. "It's a federal case now, and Haley's a victim. We have to be involved."

"Got it!" Penelope chirped and smiled at the two male agents' stares of disbelief. "What? Did you think I was over here crying about it? Come here. The guy was calling from a payphone on the east end of Potomac Avenue-"

"Baby cakes, that's only a payphone. You couldn't have poss-"

"Oh contraire!" she countered his interruption. "There was a security camera on the building adjacent to the payphone in question that captured the man on the phone. I high jacked its signal and I'm going to clear up the image a bit," she mumbled, now to herself, as her fingers flew over the keys. "Got it!"

"Who is it?" Spencer asked.

"Christopher Greene, age 38, born February 23, 1969… um… died August 29, 2008."

"What?" Haley looked up, more in horror of the fact of the situation rather than the discovery of her newly-acquired stalker's name. "He's dead?"

"So am I," Spencer mumbled and rolled his eyes.

"Shut up," she hit his chest, and moved to Garcia's screen. "Melodramatic… Anyways, if he's dead, he won't have an address, or a phone number, or taxes, or anything we could hit up that would lead us to him," she muttered.

"Reid, where would you go?" Morgan asked.

"Well, seeing how I haven't been 'found' dead, I have no idea. There wouldn't be anywhere to go, would there?" he shrugged and walked to the window to bask some more in the afternoon sun, wondering more about what he'd do when the sun slid under the horizon for the night than where he'd go if he were homeless.

"It's your area," Garcia raised her eyebrows at Morgan.

"He's a narcissistic loner," Reid said from his position at the window, looking over his shoulder. "He relies on the fear from others to boost his own ego; he believes himself to be fear embodied."

"Yeah," Haley pitched in. "When I knifed him last night, he backed off. I wasn't afraid of him, so he felt he had no power over me."

"Right," Spencer nodded.

"Wait, you knifed a vampire?" Penelope interjected.

"Besides the point," Haley waved off.

"I'd go to my own grave," Morgan realized. "Obsessed with himself and fear, what's scarier than seeing someone that's supposedly dead and buried standing near his own grave?"

"That's freaky, I'm gonna go ahead and say it," Garcia agreed.

"He knows that he can be in the sunlight," Reid muttered. "Unless the phone was under an awning, but then, how would he get from his daytime hiding spot to the phone without encountering sunlight?" He put his hand out, turning it in the sun's rays, relishing the tickle of warmth on his cool skin.

"I could check, but I need my big computers," Garcia pouted. "Back at the BAU."

"I'll stay and man the home front," Haley offered with a stern look from Spencer.

"No," both he and Morgan said at the same time.

"You have to be with us," Morgan said. "He's contacted you, and he won't stop until he's got you."

Haley nodded and then looked down at her clothes. "Yeah, we'll go after I change out of my pajamas."

"Did you get any new things?" Garcia asked excitedly, standing, ready to accompany her.

"A couple… Christmas present to myself… wanna see?" Haley broke out into a smile.

"Yes!" Penelope squealed as the two girls ran into Haley's old room.

Morgan rolled his eyes at Spencer, who still stood in the window, looking at the sun.

"That not hurt your eyes?"

"Why would it?" Spencer mused.

"I don't know, they're pretty dilated, I'd think that would hurt more than usual," Morgan reasoned out.

Reid opened his mouth like he was about to say something but closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. He could smell the sun just outside his window, he almost felt ready to break the pane.

"Reid?" Morgan said a little loudly. "Hey, Doc!" he shouted.

Suddenly, as Spencer turned around to face the older agent, the flash of white returned, with the same head splitting pain along with it. He squeezed his eyes shut, then opened them again looking up in a light far too bright for human eyes. He squinted.

"Hey, Doc," came Morgan's gentle voice. Somehow, he could tell that Derek was smiling. "You gonna wake up? Come on, Reid."

As suddenly as it hit, Reid was dragged back to his living room, looking at Morgan chide him. "You gonna stand there and daydream or are you going to answer my question?" he lifted an eyebrow.

"Oh, um, no. It doesn't hurt at all. I really don't know why. I like looking at it."

"I guess it would be kind of pretty, you know, if I could look at it without going blind," Derek laughed, coming up to Spencer's window. "Damn, it's chilly over here. I can see why Haley would complain about the shades being ripped off."

"I guess I don't feel it," Spencer said again, wondering if Derek had seen his second episode, or if it had passed him by in much the same way as it passed by Garcia. Did it mean that he really was dying, just breaking down slowly? Or did it mean he was growing insane, in the way that Christopher Greene had?

"Let's hit the road!" Garcia called out as she and Haley marched through the front door, jerking Spencer and Derek back to the real situation. "Come on! Back to the grindstone!"