UnSub's POV

The first four steps of my plan are complete, and I feel great about myself. I feel energized...I feel confident, powerful.

It's barely dawn, and I've already gotten so much done. That means I can leave my next move for a day or so, and do whatever I want in the mean time.

I'm going to meet Reid again. I go into my en suite bathroom and put on my favourite liquid eye liner, some smokey eye-shadow, and just a flick of mascara. Then I go into my bedroom, and choose my clothes. I put on my black skinny jeans, a white camisole, a pink vest, black boots and a cardigan, then I quickly run my fingers through my hair, and make it presentable.

I grab my cell and my keys from the side, and leave the house, locking my door behind me. Then I drive for a while until I'm outside the ever so familiar building.

After a few minutes I get out of my car and knock on his door. He opens it rather quickly.

"Hi, again." I greet him pleasantly, smiling.

"Oh, it's you...Hello." He replies. He doesn't look very happy to see me, but I really don't care. I have my own agenda.

"Can I come in?" I ask. "I have nothing to do today." I add casually.

"Erm, no I d-don't think so." He answers nervously. I won't push it, not today anyway.

"Okay...How about we go for a walk then?" I suggest. Spencer looks hesitant, but I can convince him. "Just around the block..come on!" I say convincingly, ushering him out the door.

"Eh, that'd be okay I suppose. Give me five minutes." He says. I nod, and he potters around his house grabbing his things.

Me and Reid have been walking around the block for a few minutes. We're outside mcDonalds now. "I haven't eaten yet. Have you?" I ask. He shakes his head, so I take he lead and go inside. He follows me like a little puppy dog.

I smile, because this makes me happy. This isn't part of the plan, but today isn't for the plan, it's for me. I know I'll probably end up hurting myself through my actions. But if there's one thing that I want more than control, it's love. No one has ever liked me, never mind loved me.

We sit down close to a window and wait for the queue to go down before we order our food.

"I have to admit it, I quite like you." I say. He doesn't know what to say, I can tell. "I don't really know anything about you, but I'd like to." I add, looking out at the passing cars thoughtfully.

"I'd like to know more about you too." he says quietly. He's blushing.

"Did you see the front page of the daily times? Those two men looked just like you." I question, wondering if he's noticed.

"Yes, it's odd." He answers. He looks uncomfortable, I better change the topic.

"So, you like any sports?" I ask next, hoping to get a conversation flowing.

"No, I don't, do you?" He counters. I'm a little disappointed.

"Yeah, I do...How about you tell me what you like" I say. We need to find common ground, and soon, or I'm going to lose his interest.