NEW UPDATE!

We get to know what was in the mysterious package!

Enjoy!

The FBI and their technicians filled the lobby of the apartment complex. Cles stood talking to Reid. A little ways away pair of EMTs worked in reviving the young desk clerk. Hotch talked briefly with one of the investigators who had looked into the mysterious package and seen the contents. It took all his will to suppress a shudder. They had seen that and worse, but for some reason this hit him. He shook off the feeling and approached the packaged now quarantined and surrounded by techs and photographers. Cameras flashed. Murmurs and comments passed along everyone.

He walked up and peered over the workers' shoulders and felt his worst fear confirmed. It wasn't as though he had doubted what he had been told, but he was still surprised. Inside the large box was head of a young man around his early twenties. The skin was sallow with splotches like bruises darkening the jaw line lower cheeks. The eyes had been removed and the sockets stared at the wall of cardboard, but saw nothing. The lips were sewn shut with wire. Dry blood crusted the stitching and Hotch knew well what that meant. Dry blood also crusted the eye sockets. He turned away and nodded to the nearest tech. They took the signal and lifted the box and placed it in an evidence bag.

A head, Hotch thought with a groan. A head. Can't wait to see what kind of story he was writing for that to relate.

"So you've never seen the victim before?" Reid asked after he finished jotting down the notes.

"Right," Cles said. He was unusually calm for a person who had just received a head in the mail. Reid couldn't help but get chills from the fact he was taking this all in without a rhism of expression. "I received a buzz about a package and came to pick it up. I hadn't been expecting one and it was oddly large. I normally only order books or movies over the internet. Thinking I should have it sent back, I opened it."

Reid hesitated and looked at Cles stern. "You're lying. That last statement was a lie."

Cles blinked and raised an eyebrow. "I don't think that's part of protocol in questioning a witness," he said a smirk growing on his lips. A sigh escaped and he shook his head. "I already know I'm a suspect so I thought it would only add suspicion if I said I worried it was actually possibly part of the case. I had this odd feeling it had something to do with what's been going on. That's why I didn't want to move it around or tamper with it in case I contaminated it." A slight laugh jumped from him. "Adrik always said I was a terrible liar. I thought maybe he was the only one who could tell."

"I see," Reid said and finished writing up his notes. He slid his pen into his pocket and looked up at Cles who watched him just as carefully. Reid bit his lip and looked down at his notes. "Can I ask you something? It won't go down in your report, I'm just wondering."

"Why not?" Cles said with a smile.

"How are you so calm? I mean, you just opened a package with a disembodied head and you're acting like it's nothing. A lot of people would be in shock." Reid said quietly. He glanced around at the other agents and technicians to make sure they were far enough away.

Cles smiled wider and opened his mouth. "Cles?" He looked up and saw Adrik. The other man was being held off by a police officer. The officer looked at Reid who nodded and Adrik hurried over to Cles and embraced him. "Are you alright? I got a call from Agent Hotchner-."

"I'm alright," Cles whispered rubbing Adrik's back. He pulled back, but took his husband's hand. "To answer your question Dr. Reid, I've always been like this. I suppose I compartmentalize well or maybe I just figure there's no need to let emotions or feelings that are just creations of the brain paralyze the rest of my mind's functions. Disgust, panic, shame, fear, all of them never really bother me. I feel them, but I don't let them hinder me."

"How?" Reid asked automatically without thinking.

Cles shrugged. "I just tell myself to repress and it works. Some would argue I'm inhuman," he added looking up at Adrik who looked away embarrassed. "If that's true than I have a more human half to keep me balanced." He rubbed Adrik's chest and turned into him. Adrik hadn't removed his arms from around his young husband, but replaced them to have one snake around his waist and the other to allow his hand to take Cles's.

"How do you just pick and choose which feelings you want to feel?" Reid asked and realized he was prying. "I'm sorry I'm being nosy, you don't have to answer."

"That's good," Cles said looking relieved. "I wouldn't know how to if I did. It just happens. Like receiving a head in the mail." He laughed. "Things happen, don't they? We just can't explain it."

The team looked over their notes and the photos of the head. No one said anything except a few notes to themselves out loud. After awhile, Hotch looked up and caught Reid looking at his notes, but not reading them. His expressions were carved in confusion, his bottom lip between his teeth. "What is it, Reid?" He asked.

Reid jerked as he looked up at Hotch and looked sheepishly back at his notes. "It's just," he swallowed and sighed softly. "Something Cles said. He told me that the head was part of his latest story. The chapter he posted before we arrived. He also said that he hadn't posted a chapter since we told him to go on hiatus. Granted the other murders were cruel, but they were following the words Cles wrote. The eyes were removed and the mouth sewn shut while the victim was alive. Cles hadn't revealed that in his story."

"What do you mean?" Prentiss asked looking up at him.

"He wrote it in the next chapter which no one except him and his husband have seen," Reid continued swallowing on his words.

Silence followed his ending statement. Morgan quickly picked up on of the old files from the table behind him. He opened two, one holding a copy of an old chapter that they had marked up with similarities to the case files. The other was the files for that murder. His eyes traveled over it. He pulled out a similar set up and glanced over it. JJ looked up at him with intuition and started copying his motions. After they had finished on box they looked up at Hotch. "None of the other murders deviate," JJ announced, a folder still in hand. "They follow the story in every detail."

"So, if that detail hadn't been released, but the murderer knew it still-." Prentiss began.

"And the only two to have seen the chapter are Adrik and Cles-." JJ continued.

"Then we need to bring them in." Hotch finished standing up and looking at his team. Each face looked at him confused, but without questioning. Hotch understood their feelings. They hadn't expected it to be either of the two young men, but this was a lead they couldn't ignore.

The apartment was dimly lit by a single lamp on the side table. Neither had the motivation to turn on more light or do much else. Adrik sat with his arms wrapped around Cles and rubbed his back. Cles had his fingers twisted and knotted in Adrik's shirt. He whispered softly to him, "The brunette agent is dating the older, dark haired one. Everyone on the team knows about it, but the one other young man, Morgan I think, is uncomfortable with it."

Adrik smiled and shook his head. "You're very observant." He whispered moving to stroke Cles's silky brown hair. His lips brushed softly over the skin on his husband's forehead in a soft kiss. He did not pull back as he continued, "What else have you noticed?"

"The brunette agent suspects me, but he doesn't want to." Cles sighed and looked up at him. "He too is a genius. He has more means to have a different state of mind than I do. He's been through a lot more than I have. His experiences have given him subjects to allow for outlooks to his emotions. I grew up in a two parent home with a mom and dad who were very loving and supportive, relaxed yet moral. The worst I suffered was moving to a different country and having an ex cheat on me. Hardly enough to bore a serial killer, but also not enough to break down my barriers."

"You do set yourself up for the whole serial killer vibe," Adrik said with a soft laugh. "You're super smart, can seem like a machine at times. Some would argue you have sociopathic tendencies when it comes to your feelings."

"I don't want people to see my emotions," Cles stated with a little pout as he sat up straighter. He smiled and looked up at him. "Except when I'm with you." He leaned in and stole a quick kiss before sitting up.

Adrik smiled and reached up to ruffled Cles's hair. Cles laughed and swatted away the offending hand. Adrik returned the laugh and reached up. "You might be able to control how your brain works, but reactions are primarily with the nervous system connected with your spine. Which means-." He stopped and tackled Cles to pin him into the couch. He straddled him and made his hands into claws. "I can tickle you."

Cles glared at him. "You wouldn't dare."

"Oh, but I would," Adrik said. Before Cles could respond he reached up and swiped his fingers over his captive's neck. Cles squealed and bunched up his shoulders to guard himself. Adrik smirked and pulled back and slid his hands up Cles's shirt to tickled the spot where the armpit met the torso. Cles squealed louder and started to writhe beneath the older man's wait.

"Stop!" he laughed. "Stop!"

Adrik laughed and continued.

A bang on the door made them both jump and Adrik tumbled off of Cles and hit the floor. "Adrik! Are you okay?" Cles asked bending down to look at him.

"FBI, open up!" Cles blinked and Adrik looked up at him confused.

"Be there in a second," Adrik shouted towards the door. He struggled to his feet and looked at Cles, their bewilderment matched on each other's faces.

Adrik unlocked the door and pulled it open. As he did, Agent Morgan walked in, "Adrik Adamodis-Lyaguschev you are under arrest for the murder of seven different people-." He said as he began cuffing Adrik's arms behind his head. He continued giving him his rights as he directed him out.

"Adrik, what-." Cles was on the seen looking confused. Reid and Hotch walked in as Adrik called back to Cles to reassure him. Cles looked frightened after then and looked at the two agents as the approached him. "What's going on? Why are you arresting Adrik?"

"Heracles Adamodis- Lyaguschev you are also under arrest-."

The fear vanished from Cles's features and his expression went blank.

Chapter 6- End

TBC