Chapter Six- Spencer:

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"There's something about seeing someone you love sleeping. They're in their most innocent state." -Unknown

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My god I hated Morgan sometimes. But, it's not his fault for having to be the bearer of bad news. My phone buzzed.

Morgan: It's bad. Meeting in 15.

You are typing...

You: Now? I'm really busy.

Morgan: Since when is pretty boy "busy."

You: Since he has things to do.

Morgan: Cut the crap Reid. Hotch is in a bad mood as is. If you don't drag your sorry but over here, I'll drag it!"

You: FINE.

It's not like I really had a choice. Carter and I were at her house now, sitting on the couch watching Doctor Who. I was tired and wasn't in the mood.

"I'm sorry Carter, I, I have to go. Work. I'm sorry."

She didn't say anything.

"Carter?"

She was asleep. I smiled. Gently, I laid her head on the arm rest and wrapped a quilt around her. I kissed her on the forehead, and made sure all the doors were locked, and turned off the T.V, then I headed out the door silently. After a short drive in the dark, I put my gun into the hoilster and walked into the BAU. The doors were locked, but there was a note scrawled in messy handwriting.

Hello, Spencer. You and all your little BAU friends are being watched. I was in his house. And he didn't know. I think I'm a pretty good profiler. After all, you believed I was Morgan. I'm watching you everyday. How was the dinner? I loved the part where you confessed your love to her. That was interesting. What's the point of this? To tell you to watch your back genius. As your reading this, I'm in her house. She's pretty goddamn gorgeous. But don't worry, I won't touch your precious love. Yet. Until then Doctor Reid.

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