Anya breathed in sharply, feeling like she was in a dream. She felt dizzy, and not quite there, and yet too there, and retaining the details like a sponge. Two girls, same university, similar hair, similar features. Too much for a coincidence, she recounted, a tear falling down her cheek and landing on the table, just missing the picture of Tina.

"We realise how unsettling this must be, would you like to take a break?"

Anya glanced up at Morgan, his eyes gentle, clashing with his tough-guy exterior. Anya shook her head, before passing the two photos back to Reid. She looked back to him and smiled. "It's not that bright in here," she joked, and he cracked a small grin as he gathered the pictures back up. "I know, just a little photosensitive," he replied, connecting his eyes with hers. She nodded sympathetically, before going back to the other agents before her.

"Was Tina in the same class?"

They nodded, and she let out a small, shaky breath As she closed her eyes for a second. When she opened them, the room had stopped moving.

"Those poor girls," she thought out-loud, her hands fidgeting in the lap of her dress.

"As you've observed, there are certain traits you share with the victim, leading us to believe the unsub may be targeting you indirectly. Can you think of anyone, anyone who might be following you?"

"You think this is a stalker case?"

Prentiss nodded slowly.

"One that is either trying to scare me or..."

"Or make his presence known. We don't think he wants to harm you," Reid finished, completing the inkling that she couldn't put words to.

"Like an old boyfriend, one that wasn't happy about your leaving?" Morgan pressed, and Anya thought as quick as she could.

"There was...one," she began, thinking back to the final weeks and days before the left her home in Scotland, focusing one one man in particular.

"Aiden...we finished a few months ago," she said.

"And how did he take the news?" Morgan asked, and the scene was clear in her mind. "We didn't speak for months, until we chatted on messenger for a while and I told him. He was at my door for 2 hours begging me not to go," she recalled, those agonising hours still fresh. It was the last time she had seen him.

The silence that followed was broken by Reid's voice. "Anya, did Aiden have any problems, mentally, drugs, alcohol?"

"That was the reason we broke up. He got into drink and I ended it, then he got into drugs, started behaving erratically in school...i would hear that he had been in drunk and falling over the tables some mornings."

Prentiss shook her head sadly, while Morgan looked more focused. "Can you tell us his last name?"

"Semlin."

Morgan took out a phone and began pressing some of the keys.

"Ok, that should be all for now, thank you for your help," he finally stated as they all stood.

"You'll keep in touch?" Anya asked nervously, but a whole new kind of nervous. "Of course," Prentiss replied, a kind smile on her face as left the room, following Morgan. Reid, however, hesitated.

"You alright?" She asked him, and he snapped his eyes to her. "Yeah, sorry, stupid question, I wonder if you might have aspirin?" He laughed shyly, clutching the handle of his satchel. Anya nodded, smiling, and motioned for him to follow her into the kitchen.

"How long have you been suffering these headaches?" she asked as she reached into the cupboard, shifting and checking boxes as he waited behind.

"A couple of weeks," he replied, his voice low and quiet. Her hand landed on the box in question, and checked the front door as she passed to get some water. "What has the doctor said?" She asked, knowing this guy would be cautious for some reason. The man looked pensive. "Nothing that I didn't know," he admitted, his voice uncertain. "Nothing physiologically wrong," he added.

"Sorry, being nosy," she suddenly realised, blushing at herself. But something about him was kind of...intriguing. Interesting enough to almost take her mind away from the surrounding situation. "No, no, it's fine," he replied hastily, shaking his head in dismissal.

She thought for a moment about his seeming uncertainty over nothing being physically wrong, and the psychologist in her was at work. "You don't believe him?"

He eyed her again, and she damned those glasses for shading his eyes. "Id better be going," he said suddenly, and Anya once again mentally slapped herself. "Yeah, sorry."

...

Spencer sat in the office, rolling the pen between his fingers as he leaned back into his seat, staring passed the computer screen with a slight frown as he considered his last moments with Anya Morson.

"Is there anything else?" He asked as he turned to say his goodbyes to the girl behind, but her wide eyes stared back at him kindly. "No," she replied, and he mentally shook himself for making her uneasy. When he said he needed to go, he suspecting she mistook that as him thinking she was pushing of information. When in fact, he had told her more about his situation than he had told anyone else. When he left, he was cutting himself away, not her.

"Wait," her voice requested as he turned, and he found her eyes to be on him. "Sorry, psychology habits kicking in, but perhaps the doctor is right," she stated, and her statement confounded him. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, the mind is capable of thinking itself of pushing itself into all kinds of strange things, and some not so strange. Sometimes, the consciousness prepares itself for something the person believes is going to happen, and they have the symptoms of something as a way of preperation."

Spencer watched her as she explained, wishing to believe her words.

"Besides, I don't think the doctor would withhold something like that from you, and physiology includes pretty much everything...including certain extra neurochemicals," she concluded, slightly rushed, and her eyes slowly losing distance, and blushed again. "Sorry," she said, looking down with a smile.

"Hey!"

Spencer dropped the pen in his lap and almost fell back from his chair as Garcia's voice shattered his thoughts.

"You never jump," she observed quietly, her arms filled with files. He mentally shook himself, and calmed his breath. "Just thinking over the case," he reasoned, covering up his lie by making the effort not to blink. Garcia eyed him suspiciously. "But there's nothing to think over...we have our guy...we just need to actually catch him..."

Her words slowly tuned out as his mind drifted, his eidetic memory picturing the young man she reported as her ex boyfriend. It baffled him that trash like that landed someone like her...huh?

"Reid!"

"Huh?" He stared up at her obliviously.

she shook her head and wondered away, talking too herself about the wonders of the apparently genius mind of Dr Spencer Reid.