Here's the new chapter!

Enjoy!

If any of you are reading my Avenger's fic, could you please help me? I pose a problem on my latest chapter and I really need help! Thanks!

You have shown me a way I never realized was my fate. You gave me a purpose in life. You gave me hope. From your first prose, I knew I was looking at the words of the Muses. As such I had to pay homage. I took all your scripture and brought you the worship you deserve. Yet you have ignored me! You have thrown aside my love for those less worthy. You have ignored the tributes I offered and have forsaken all of my invocations. And further, you refuse to offer more of the art form that we, your loyal followers, demand of you! That we so rightly deserve! How much more blood and flesh must I sacrifice to earn your deliverance? If the head of a lesser life form shall not suffice, what then? Tell me!

Hotch stared at the words and swallowed. This was what they had been waiting for. Clearly the man was spiraling and losing his control. He looked at Garcia and Morgan. The tech-analysist looked up at him worried. Morgan had the set of determination in his eyes. "Garcia, can you track it?"

"I tried. The server was linked to a library."

Hotch sighed. "Alright, Morgan, you and Prentiss go to the library in Kilmarnock. That's the closest to where the murders were happening." Morgan nodded and left. He looked at Garcia. "Try and find messages from the same location. Is there a way to pin point the computer he used?"

"I'll try," she quickly sat down and began typing furiously.

"Let Morgan know as soon as you've found it." Hotch strode from the room and back towards the interrogation rooms. Reid had left and was heading towards him. JJ walked briskly with him, both looking uncertain. "I think we can let them go."

"Hotch, JJ thought of something," Reid said nervously, glancing around.

"How did the unsub know where to send the head?" JJ asked quietly, looking up at Hotch's dark eyes. "If he knows where Cles lives, then he's obviously someone who knows him or could have gotten his address by other means."

"We had just thought he sent a variety of packages to various locations," Hotch muttered to himself. "You're right. JJ, have Garcia look into Cles's computer. See if it's been accessed since we've taken it or before. We can't legally hold Cles and Adrik here, so we'll have to send them back, but we'll have officers watch the building." Hotch sighed and rubbed his temples. JJ glanced at Reid and saw the worry in the younger man's expression.

"Alright, Hotch," JJ smiled and walked passed him to Garcia's lair.

"You need a break," Reid murmured stepping into Hotch's space.

"I'd love one, but this case is turning more hectic." Hotch looked up at his young lover and gave him a swift kiss. "Worry about the case, Reid. I'm fine."

Reid shook his head, a small smile on his lips. "Alright, but don't work yourself too hard."

Hotch smiled and nodded. Reid turned away, but Hotch reached for him. He wasn't sure what he was planning, but as the agent stopped and turned to look at him, he blurted out, "Spencer, I want you to meet my family as my lover."

Surprise swept over both their faces. Reid swallowed and shuffled his feet. He looked at the folder in his arms and back up at Hotch. "I'll think about it."

Hotch gave the officers the okay to release Cles and Adrik. As both walked from their holdings, they caught sight of the other. Adrik hurried to Cles as the other man did the same. They met in the middle and Adrik immediately hugged him. "Are you alright?" He asked worriedly, pulling back to look at his husband's face. Cles smiled and nodded, hugging Adrik before both pulled away.

"We're sorry for the inconvenience," Hotch apologized, looking between the young men. Adrik nodded and looked back at Cles who also nodded. "We're going to have these officers take you back home and watch over the apartment. We believe you might be targeted."

"I got a head in the mail," Cles said with an amused sigh. "I'm sure I'm being targeted."

Hotch paused, unsure how to react. He nodded and looked at the officers and signaled them. The group- Cles, Adrik, and three of the officers- moved down the hall towards the exit.

"Alright," Morgan stood down one of the library's bookshelves. He stared directly at the group of computers available to the customers. Three guys used one, but all of them were high school students. All had social media sites open along with research pages. None of them were on a blog. "I see it." He said into his phone looking at an available computer. "I'll ask the receptionist."

He hung up and moved towards the desk at the center of the room. "Excuse me," He asked the middle woman with graying hair. She smiled up at him. He pulled out his badge making her smile disappear. "Could you tell me who has been using computer three in the past couple days?"

"Certainly," she said looked through a folder on her desk. "We require members of the library check out the computers using their cards." She looked over the names. "Only five people have used it. Here," she handed him the list and he made a note. "I can get a copy of it for you?"

"Thank you."

"As it turns out, sir, Cles's computer had been hacked just before we got on the case," Garcia informed as she, JJ, and Hotch sat around her computer. Flashes of information appeared over her screen. "Not only did whoever pinpoint the server's location, but also looked at all his story ideas he had written up for his blog. After the head was to be introduced in his next chapter, it was to be discovered that the main character's lover is having an affair. The man who dismembers his victims then kills the lover without any purpose except he fits his MO."

"Thanks, Garcia," Hotch said making note. His phone rang as he turned to leave. "Hotchner."

"I'm sending over a list of people. Have Garcia check them out." Morgan said briefly. Hotch hung up as the fax whirred to life. Hotch took the printed page and handed it to Garcia.

"These are the people that used the computer that sent the review. See what you can find on them-?"

"Alice? She's the sheriff's daughter," JJ commented as she glanced over the list. She paused and looked up at Hotch. Their eyes met and a heavy silence descended around them.

Adrik and Cles sat in the living room. The apartment was illuminated with every lamp they owned. Adrik held Cles close to him and stroked his hair. "Are you hungry?" Adrik asked gently. "We could get a pizza from the shop across the street."

"Sure," Cles said distractedly. Adrik tangled his fingers in Cles's hair and pressed him closer. He pulled out his phone and ordered quickly. Their usual: mozzarella and feta, with mushrooms, onions, black olives and basil. He was promised it in half and hour.

"You're so tense," Adrik whispered dropping his phone onto the couch and wrapping his arms around him. "It'll be okay. If the maniac shows up, the cops will get him." He kissed the brown tresses and buried his face in his husband's hair.

"I hope so," Cles whispered, clawing into Adrik's shirt and closing his eyes. Even behind his lids the lights broke through. He sighed and nestled deeper into Adrik's chest.

They sat like that for awhile, enjoying each other's company. The doorbell rang later. Adrik made to get up, but Cles was on his feet. "I'll get it," he said kissed the other man and moving towards the door. He pulled out his wallet and opened the door, "So how much-?" He froze. Instead of a pizza, he stared down the barrel of a pistol. He swallowed and jumped to slam the door.

The man on the other side, dressed in all black with a ski mask over their face pushed it open before Cles could shut it properly. He swallowed and fell back down the hall staring at the intruder. "I've tried. I've tried over and over to have you understand-."

Cles felt a chill run up his spine. That wasn't the gruff voice of a man, but the soft tone of a younger girl. Something hit his back and he felt strong arms grab his arms. Suddenly all he saw was the back of the green shirt Adrik had been wearing. A malevolent laughter choked the air around them. The ski mask fell crumpled to the ground. A lunatic's grin contorted the young girl's face as she pointed the gun at Adrik. "If the head of a lesser creature is not enough to win your favors, maybe the heart of a cheating bastard will assuage you?!"

Chapter 8- end

TBC

Only two chapters to go! Sorry about the cliffhangers... well not really.