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Harley's POV

I gaze at myself in the bathroom mirror at work the next day.

Last night I dreamt of years ago, when I was Harley Quinn still, with the Joker. He was working on a new brand of laughing gas. I was helping him; passing him chemicals he needed, resisting telling him facts about all the different chemicals uses. He didn't like it when I went off on tangents about different things. He would always slap and tell me to shut up.

As I look in the mirror now, my hair is blond, as it was before, my skin is fair, but it's not pale as the dead, and my eyes are a happy light blue.

As Mistah J's henchwoman, I always had my hair in pigtails. One half was dyed black while the other was died red, making me look like a court jester. My skin had been covering in makeup to make me appear as pale as Mistah J. Sometimes I even bleached it. I had coated my eyes with black eye paint. It always made my light blue eyes seem much darker.

I still have the costume, and the face paints, but I never look at them. I'm afraid I'll put them on if I do, because it'll just feel right.

I sigh, leaving the restroom, needing to get back to work.

I sit down at my desk to continue working on reports, when Hotch calls us into the conference room.

I spring up, hiding my excitement. We have another case.

Morgan's POV

I sit next to Reid in the conference room while Baby Girl shows us the details of the case, giving out ipads with details to everyone but Harley, who looks too excited to have the details on paper.

"In the last four days, four women have been murdered in town," Garcia says. "The first victim, Sara Winters, was found in an ice cream shop. Her throat was cut, severing her carotid artery, and well, she was dressed to look like a clown."

Garcia shows us the image, revealing a blond woman with blue eyes, her face painted and her body clad in a court jester's outfit.

"The next three victims, Leah Cooper, Jane Thompson, and Nicki Jones were all found killed and dressed the same way," Garcia says, pulling up the images.

"Looks like this guy has a clown fetish," I mutter.

"They all look alike," Rossi comments. "All blond, blue eyes, fair skin."

Garcia nods. "Each woman was reported missing a day before she was found killed."

"That means he'll be choosing his next victim today," Hotch says. "Reid, Morgan, I want the two of you to go down to the latest time scene where Nicki Jones was killed. JJ, notify the families. Prentiss, Rossi, come with me. We're going to examine the bodies."

We nod, dispersing in the different directions Hotch sends us in.

I take one look at Harley and even without profiling her, I immediately know she's tense.

"Keep an eye on her," Hotch says, looking at Reid.

"Was just thinking the same thing, sir," I reply.

What could possibly be bothering my Pretty Girl? It's not like we haven't seen worse.

"So, Pretty Girl," I say as we drive to the magic shop Nicki Jones was found dead in, "are you feeling alright?"

"Huh?" she looks up, startled, her blue eyes wide. I've always noticed how beautiful Harley is, but for some reason, with her blue eyes big and wide right now, she seems a thousand times more gorgeous.

"Are you alright?" I ask.

"Yeah? Why wouldn't I be?" she asks. Her voice is tense, timid, not its usual excited chirp as she goes on and on about facts I can't even follow.

"You seem tense, Reid," I say.

"I'm fine, Morgan," she says, "really. I just wish people would stop asking me that."

"someone else asked you that?" I ask.

"Hotch did," she says. "Last night. And again, I am fine." She emphasizes on the word fine, drawing it out to prove her point.

"Are you sure about that?" I ask, noticing her chewing on the end of her hair. She never does that.

"Mmm hmm," Harley replies, nodding. "Peachy."

"Peachy? Since when do you use the word peachy?"

"I... oh, look we're there," Harley says, springing out of the car immediately when we pull up to the magic shop.

"Pretty Girl-" I get out after her, following her inside.

"Not now, Morgan," she says. "We're investigating now."

Apparently Reid on edge is nervous, jumpy, chews her hair, and has almost a perky side, even though she looks like she is deathly afraid underneath it all.

"You're afraid," I say. "What are you afraid of?"

"I thought we didn't profile each other, Morgan," she glares at me, changing from nervous to angry in seconds, as if she suddenly developed a multiple personality disorder.

"Reid-"

She ignore me, skipping up to the owner of the shop to talk to him.

Skipping?

I have never seen Reid skip before. She's rattled off facts about skipping before, but she's never actually done it before. I didn't think she could.

What is going on with my Pretty Girl?

Harley's POV

The owner restates what happens to me.

"Uh, huh," I say. "Did you find anything unusual, other than the dead body? Decks of cards unwrapped, cards taken out... maybe... Joker cards?"

"No," he says. "What are you talking about, Joker cards? Surely you don't mean that psychopath from Gotham?" the man looks alarmed.

"No! I'm sure Mistah- I mean the Joker, isn't here," I say quickly. "You have nothing to worry about, promise. I mean, this guy's obviously not coming after you. He likes tall, blond girls in their twenties, with blue eyes and fair skin."

"Like you?" the man looks alarmed.

"Uh..."

"Reid, maybe I should take it from here," Morgan says, coming closer.

"Yeah, sure," I say.

I let Morgan take over the interrogation while I feel like an idiot. When it comes to Mistah J, I lose my nerve. I don't spout off about facts as much, I get nervous and afraid... it has to be Mistah J doing this. The note he gave me said he'd be seeing me soon, and now women who look like me are showing up dead, dressed like harlequins, in places that were always Pudding's MO to hideout in.

I bite my lip as Morgan and I leave the crime scene. There was nothing there, even after we searched it.

"All right, Reid," Morgan says. "You tell me right now: what's bothering you?"

"Nothing's bothering me, Morgan," I snap.

"Don't give me that," he says. "I saw that, all of it. You're nervous, you're jumpy, you're not giving out random facts... is it because these women look like you? Are you afraid, Harley?"

"I'm not afraid, Morgan," I snap. "Contrary to popular belief, I am not weak. I will not break over the tiniest of things; I am not a porcelien doll that is going to shatter with one hit."

"I never said-"

"Then stop acting like it!" I shout. "Everyone has always thought that about me. Well they're wrong. Very wrong."

He opens his mouth to reply when his phone rings.

he pulls it out and answers it. "Yeah, Hotch?"

There's a pause. "You're sure?"

Another pause.

"Okay," he says, hanging up.

"We need to get down to the autopsy center," he says.

"Why?"

"They found a note in the girl's heart," he says.

"Her heart?" I ask. It's not the first time Pudding's put a note inside someone, but he's never done the heart before.

"Yeah," Morgan says.

"What'd it say?"

"It said: 'I'm coming for you, my beautiful harlequin'," Morgan says.

Horror trickles through my veins, along with a sudden pulse of glee. It's everything I have ever wanted Mistah J to say to me, but I'm not so sure I want to hear it anymore.

AN: Well, what do you think? Good? Bad? Should I keep going? Please review!

-DragonsintheMoonlight :)