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Chapter Eighteen.

Arriving back at my flat didn't give me the same feeling as it used to. It used to be somewhere I felt safe, that I could separate myself from my job and relax – I don't have that luxury anymore because the darkness I deal with in my job has spread into my personal life.

"You okay Red?" Morgan looked at me as I stood outside my door, my mind lost in my thoughts.

"Hm? Yes, sorry. I should let you guys in." I forced a smile, unlocking the door and allowing Morgan to walk ahead, Reid decided to stay behind me.

"It's moment's like this where I'm happy I'm a tidy person." I let out a little awkward snort, Reid moving to stand next to me.

"I can't see any signs of forced entry at the door." He looked down at me and I nodded. I knew there wasn't going to be, I checked it myself twice before I left. I may be shaken but I'm not blind.

"Morgan have you got anything?" Reid asked, walking toward him as he looked at the balcony door.

"The lock's been changed." He said and I shook my head.

"No... No it hasn't." I moved quickly over there, looking at the door. It had a lock on the outside as well as the inside.

"Red, even if you locked this door – this dial here will just unlock it again from the outside."

"How did I not see this...?" I turned away, my hands clawing at my hair again. "This is ridiculous, how can someone just change a lock without anyone noticing?"

"They could have pretended to be someone from maintenance, nobody would think any different." Reid added and I took a deep breath before turning back to face them.

"I'm going down to the front desk, see if they signed anybody in."

"I'll come with you."

"Doc, no offence but your skills are better suited up here."

He nodded, "I'll check your laptop."

"Go for it." I said as I walked out the flat and down the stairs to the front desk. "Hi Jerry, I was wondering..."

"Just the girl I was looking for." He picked up a box and slid it toward me.

"Uh... What's this?" I looked at him blankly and he shrugged, going back to his computer.

"Do I look like I have x-ray eyes. Open it and find out."

I pursed my lips, narrowing my eyes at him. "Hey Jerry, want to look at me and do it without the attitude?"

Jerry turned to me, his eyes rolling. "What can I do for you Miss Davis?"

"Did anyone sign in to do work on my flat?"

He sighed and grabbed a file, checking through it and stopped – pulling out the sign in sheet. "Yeah a few days ago." He looked at it and I snatched it out of his hands, grabbing the box that had a bit of weight to it.

"Hey!"

"You'll get it back quit your whining." I jogged up the stairs and made it back into my flat, putting the box on the table. "Someone checked in a few days ago, going by Nigel Jackson."

"Do they have CCTV down in the lobby?" Morgan asked, taking the sheet.

"It's been down for a few weeks." I said, looking at Reid who was examining the box. "It was left downstairs for me, you can open it if you want." I walked out onto the balcony, looking at the gap in-between mine and my neighbors one. "Morgan, this person would have to be pretty confident to move between that space - that's a good few meters." I leaned over the balcony, looking down at the drop. It might not kill someone but it would certainly brake a few bones even if they landed correctly.

"Morgan?" I turned and walked in, looking at the two of them. "Did you hear what I said?" They were both looking at the box and I raised my eyebrow. "What is it?" I took a few steps forward and Morgan stood in my path.

"Red you don't want to see what's in there."

"Morgan, move." I pushed past him and I stood beside Reid, my eyes looking down into the box. "Holy shit..." I raised my hand to my mouth, running to the bathroom and throwing up.

"Clara?" Reid crouched down beside me, moving the hair from my face as I pulled the flush.

"They sent me a heart..." I stood, turning on the tap and splashing my face with cold water. "Does that belong to one of the victims?" Reid handed me a towel and I took it, giving him a small smile.

"Morgan's calling Rossi to find out now."

I turned to face him, leaning back against the counter. "Doc... This Unsub is seriously disturbed. It's definitely a guy, right? A woman wouldn't fit the profile."

Reid moved closer, putting his hands just above either elbow and gently rubbing my arms, I can tell he doesn't do this a lot. "He's probably been focusing on you for some time, the torture the victims went through shows that he is trying to hold back on hurting you – this is him trying to show restraint."

I looked up at him, tears prickling. "Restraint? Doc, this guy just sent me a heart..."

Reid kept his gaze on me, thinking about the words he should say next. "Clara you know what he was trying to say when he sent you that."

I sniffed, dropping my head onto his chest. "I do..." Reid froze at the contact, his hands moving to rub the top of my back. "Sorry..." I straightened and moved away from him. "I made you uncomfortable."

Reid tucked a strand of hair behind his ear, giving me a small smile. "It's fine. I don't mind, I'm just not used to it."

"I'll keep that in mind." I wiped my eyes and heard Morgan ending the call in my living room.

"Hey you two, get out here." I looked at Reid for a brief moment for turning away and walking out to see Morgan.

"What did they say?" I asked, crossing my arms across my body.

"All the victims have their hearts..." Morgan kept his gaze on me, my eyes moving to the little gift on my table.

"Well if it's not theirs then whose is it?" I asked as I looked back up at Morgan.

"We don't know. I'm going to call Hotch and get him to send a crew down here, see if they can get a print off anything."

"Well that means we have another victim out there missing a heart." Reid said and I shivered, rubbing my hands over my face.

"I can't stay here tonight..."

"You can stay with me Red." Morgan looked at me and I shook my head.

"No, I can't do that. I'll book a hotel, it's fine." I moved to my bedroom and grabbed a travel bag and dumping it on the bed.

"I'd feel better if someone was with you."

I sighed and grabbed some clothes to last me a few days, shoving them into the bag. "I'll be fine, I've a gun and I'll choose a hotel room which is on the top floor." I tried to make a joke of it but neither of them seemed to find it amusing.

"Red, if you are staying in a hotel then someone's staying with you. End of."

"This is ridiculous! I'm not some vulnerable little girl." I slumped onto the end of the bed, head in my hands. "I don't need watching all the time Morgan..."

"I know you can handle yourself, but it's not for your peace of mind it's for mine." I lifted my head, looking up at him, the bastard brought out the 'I care about you' card.

"Okay... Fine. But I'm still booking into a hotel."

"No problem, I'll keep watch outside with some cruisers. Reid you good to stay in the room with her?"

"Morgan." I growled and he took out his phone and leaving the room.

"Doc, you don't need to baby sit if you don't want to." I finished packing my bag, swinging it over my shoulder before walking over to him. "I'm sure you'd rather be in your own home."

"No, it's fine. I don't sleep much anyway."

"That wasn't the answer I wanted." I huffed, moving past him into the hall.

"I know but Hotch would have done the exact same thing you know."

"I know... I just feel like this guy has taken away my independence." I grabbed my keys as I watched Morgan let the forensics in. "Well it gives me comfort to know that the Metropolitan Police Department are going to know what kind of bra size I am" I joked again and Reid shook his head. "No? Not funny?" I nodded slowly, moving out the way for the team to get to work.

"Red I'll stay here and keep you all updated with anything we find. Reid can you drive back to the station? Hotch wants to talk to you both."

"Sure." Morgan chucked Reid the keys before I intercepted them, catching them before Reid probably couldn't.

"I can drive myself thank you." I turned and walked out my flat, next thing on the agenda – find a new place to live.