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Part six.

Luce was left alone in her apartment and she stood there for a while before actually moving. She paced around her place a few times, and then made her way to her room, thinking things over. She took off her dress, and slipped into a a pair of shorts and a loose round-neck gray shirt. She tied her hair in a loose pony, placing the ribbon in it, as a nice bow. She walked into her kitchen, and put on some hot water, for her herbal tea. She sat down and turned on the TV, a new episode of Bones was on.

She heard the click of the kettle, and hopped up, retrieving a cup from the rack of clean dishes. Popping in a bag, and then poured in the water. She took out the bag, after the osmosis process had finished and followed with a tea spoon of sugar. Stirring it, she let the steam flow over her face, and smelt the familiar smell of her usual tea. She drank it every night, and her sister had advised her to switch to Sleepy time, which would make her sleep better. She wrote down a list of errands she had to do the following day.

She had to get some groceries, and tidy up her apartment, even though it was already in good shape. Leaving it on the counter, she took her tea and resumed watching the TV. She didn't know what point in the show she had drifted off, and fallen asleep, She woke up, and an un-familiar show was now playing. Looking at the clock, it was now one in the morning. She looked at her cup, which still had some tea in it. It felt cold, against her warm skin. She stumbled her way to the counter, where she placed it carefully.

Something shot out at her. She noticed the light on from across the street, to an apartment that was level to hers. There was a man in the window, watching her. Her heart picked up, and tried to ignore the man with the camera – and binoculars. She slipped her blackberry into her palm and acted as if he had never noticed him. She hoped in her heat that he didn't know that she knew about him watching her. Luce walked into her bedroom, and called Spencer. His phone rang three times before a tired voice answered.

"Hello?"

"Thank god, Spencer, I'm scared," She admitted. Her voice shaking a bit.

"Luce? What's wrong?" He said, his voice now alarmed.

"I think there's someone watching me, the apartment across the street, I was in the kitchen, and I saw his camera and binoculars, what do I do?" she said, in a panic, rushing her words a bit.

"Do you want me to come over?" He asked, in a tone than made her feel a bit better.

"Um, I don't know," She said. "Maybe." She walked to the window, looking out . "Okay, so now there's no body there, the lights are off."

She paced around nervously while she talked it off with Spencer, when the her pager went off, telling her some one was at her door she jumped.

"Spencer!" She wanted to scream, it came out in a hushed tone that still gave off some panic. She didn't want to look through the peep hole, she had a phobia of them because someone always gets their eyes jabbed out by a knife looking through one.

"I'm coming over now, okay?" He said. "Want me to stay on the phone?"

"Spencer, I can't talk, I'll be too loud, just hurry!" she said. Luce ran into the kitchen, grabbing a knife out of the holder on the counter. She gripped it with a tight fist, and sat behind the island. The door busted open, and she stuck out the blade of the knife, so she could see. The man only looked about twenty-seven. She bit her hand, to prevent her from making any kind of noise. He closed the door, so no one could see if there happen to be a passerby. He had a bag, in one hand. She didn't know what was in it, but she didn't want to take any chances. He stepped further into her apartment, now he was on the other side of the island, taking little steps around it. Luce tried to move silently with his steps, making her way around the island as well, opposite of him. He walked out to the living room, taking a brief look before going into her room. She got up, and slowly dragged her feet on the floor, so they were soundless. She opened the door, and now she began a light job to the elevator, knowing that the stair door was locked – and she had no key. She pressed the button faster and faster. She felt a light hand on her shoulder.

"Oh, Spencer, thank-" she started. Something was pressed to her mouth, and she began to dose off. She remembered the late night housekeeper for some of the older people, walking by.

"Is she alright?" she asked.

"My wife, she's had a little bit to much to drink tonight," she heard him say. The housekeeper have a slight smile, and Luce's vision started to blur. She strolled off, and left her alone with this Monster. The elevator tinged, and that's when Luce was dropped. Her head hit the carpet and the man dashed. She didn't even remember who stepped out of the elevator, she was already faded, gone.

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Spencer could remember the phone call, very clearly. He dashed out of his bed, only grabbing his shoes, FBI vest, and his gun. He ran through the door, not even bothering to lock it. He took his car keys out of the pocket of his vest, and started his car. He backed up, and took off. He was speeding, but he thought it was necessary to. He didn't know what to do. Should he call for back up? Or would it just be a minor scare, and nothing more? Thoughts entered his head, should he call Morgan, and just him? He lived some where near Luce, so he opened his phone, and dialled his number.

"Reid, this better be good," he groaned, tiredness in his voice. He didn't bother explaining, he told him to go to her address, which Spencer told him in a quick voice.

"Okay, I'll be there in five." He told Spencer, and the phone went dead. He tossed his phone on the passenger seat, where Luce had been earlier. It was easier to get there, since there wasn't really traffic. Most the cars that were still out were from late night parties and people with night shifts they had to go to.

He saw Derek's car parked crookedly and he parked beside it. He swung the door open and ran to the stairs, pulling the handle, it wouldn't budge. He rounded the corner to the elevator, and pressed the button. He had to wait a minute before the doors would open, and allow him in. His mind was racing and his heart picked up when the elevator door opened.

On the floor, Morgan was kneeling, with Luce in his arms, and he patted her cheeks, in a way to try and wake her up. He looked at Spencer with an apologetic look on his face.

The clock was one-fourty eight, and Luce didn't wake up until two-thirty four.

He snapped out of thought when she shot up in shock. She looked at Derek first, and then at him. She tried getting off her couch, but Derek advised her not to. Other policemen walked around her apartment, trying to gather what they could. A policeman named Officer Milne walked up to Spencer.

"There's nothing, besides the broken door," he pointed out. "We have nothing."