Sorry I haven't been updating as fast or writing more the past few days! I've been kind of overexhausted and busy with school but still trying! I know I really shouldn't create a new fic, I just can't help myself.

Reid honestly didn't know when exactly it started, or why. Out of the blew this man had just started following him, leaving him messages. He was lost with what to do. There were no real laws for this kind of stuff. He didn't want to worry anyone, but honestly he was scared to death.

The man sounded threatening on the messages and the mail he sent Reid were basically death threats.

It was almost as if this person got off on terrorizing the person before attacking them.

The others had noticed the change in the the young man's demeanor.

"Is there anything you want to talk about, Reid?" Morgan asked and Reid shook his head.

This was his mess, not Morgan's. And he would get out of it somehow.

Morgan wasn't buying it, though.

"You've been jumpy all day," he commented. Reid shrugged.

"Just had a bad dream, is all," he mumbled.

Morgan noticed a piece of paper with the word kill on it hanging from Reid's binder. He quickly snatched it.

"Hey!" Reid protested. "You're invading privacy! And reading other people's mail..."

Morgan was too busy reading the letter to pay any real attention.

Better start watching your step Spencer

Because you never know when I might have the urge to kill something...or someone

Be careful Dr. Reid, very careful.

Morgan stared up at the young man in horror.

"Reid what the hell is this?"

"It's nothing." Reid snatched the note.

"Bullshit, Reid! That's a death threat."

"Yeah? So?"

"Reid, what the hell is going on? Tell me!" Morgan was begging, and sounded scared. Reid swallowed.

"It started a few weeks ago...this random guy just started...following me."

"Following...like a stalker?"

Reid nodded.

"He'd leave these really weird messages on the phone and these kinds of notes started appearing in the mail...I've been kind of lost on what to do."

Morgan sucked in his breath, anger climbing. He wanted to find this sonofabitch and throttle him.

"Did you go to the police?"

"You know the rules about stalking. They can't really do anythinga bout it unless he hurts me."

"I've always hated that rule," Morgan muttered. "You could get a restraining order on him."

"I could try," Reid agreed. "If I knew who he was, his name. He keeps his distance. I've never even seen his face really, he keeps it hidden. And his voice is robotic on the voice. He's clearly using a computer to speak to me when he calls."

Morgan closed his eyes as he pictured the constant and living fear Reid must have been feeling during the last few weeks.

"I'll talk to Hotch..."

"No!"

"Reid..."

"Hotch is dealing with enough as it is, with Haley's death. He doesn't need to worry about me too. Morgan I'll be fine."

"You know what people are capable of, more than most."

"That's supposed to comfort me?"

"NO it's supposed to get you to tell someone!"

"Morgan I'll be FINE. I can take care of myself."

"I'm going to be staying with you."

"What?"

"Until this stalker person quits or is caught I'm gonna be living with you."

"That won't raise suspicion."

"No one will know," Morgan promised. "I can't go home tonight knowing that someone might attack you at any moment, kid. I just can't."

Reid swallowed.

It could do some good to have some company. He did hate laying in bed, shaking in fear and wondering if the windows and doors were locked.

Finally he nodded.

"Fine...just for tonight."

"No, until the sicko's caught."

"All right, but no way in hell am I sharing my bed."

Morgan snorted.

"I'll be fine on the couch."

"Why are you going to be on a couch?" Garcia walked up to them.

"What? Oh nothing, Reid and I are just gonna be watching some movies after work," Morgan said quickly, for Reid's sake. She grinned.

"Star Wars?"

"Actually I'm rather in the mood for Indiana Jones," Reid decided and Morgan laughed and than saw the serious look on Reid's face.

"You serious?"

"Why wouldn't I be?"

He shrugged.

"All right, Indiana Jones I guess it is."

It was nice having someone in his apartment for a change. Morgan teased him for the neatness in it and the amount of books but was impressed with the dvd collection Reid had.

Reid finally fell into a peaceful sleep for the first time in weeks knowing that Morgan was right in the other room. He woke, a few hours later, gasping for breath when he felt a figure hovering on top of him.

The figure wore a mask and had a knife pressed on Reid's throat.

"If your friend stays one more night here," he hissed into Reid's ear. "He's a dead man...after all I want you all to myself when I'm ready." Reid shivered and his whole body tensed when the man's tongue licked his ear. "Get rid of him," the stalker hissed. "Or I will."

With that he left leaving Reid gasping for breath and wondering what the hell he was going to do and feeling more alone than ever before.