Elijah groaned as he threw yet another shirt on his bed. Muffin was sat on the edge of the bed, looking from Elijah to the shirts.

"What am I supposed to wear, Muffin?" He sighed, looking down at the cat.

Muffin meowed, flicking his tail as he turned from Elijah.

"Oh, come on. You know it's important! I'm going for another training session at the FBI and I need to look professional." Elijah crossed his arms.

Although Muffin seemed disinterested, yawning and rolling onto the pile of shirts that had accumulated.

"Muffin, I-" But Elijah stopped as he heard his phone ringing and he quickly grabbed it,"Spencer?"

Luckily, he was right. He and Reid had kept in close contact, especially after he managed to get the higher-ups to allow him to take part in FBI Training. Elijah smiled as he answered.

"Elijah- Hey." Reid began,"Are you, uhm, free later?"

Elijah raised a brow,"I should be. Why?"

"Well, Gideon and I are going to see an art exhibition and I was wondering if you'd like to come along with us." Reid explained,"It could be a good way for you and Gideon to get to know each other better, he's quite big on his art."

"I'll be there." Elijah chuckled softly.

"Great- That's great." Reid exclaimed,"Would you be alright driving from training or would you like us to come pick you up?"

"I think you should come pick me up. We're all going to the same place after all." Elijah nodded.

"I'll make sure to tell Gideon. I'll see you there. Bye, Elijah." Reid hummed as he hung up.

"Bye." Elijah smiled before flopping onto his bed, disrupting the pile of shirts and Muffin.

Muffin stretched as he got up, pawing at Elijah's face.

"I know- But look what I just agreed to! Do you know how much this limits my choices?" Elijah sighed as he sat up,"I've only really met this Gideon guy twice, what if he hates me?"

Muffin headbutted Elijah's side as he sat next to him, looking up at him.

"No- You're right. Positive thinking." Elijah nodded slowly,"So.. The blue shirt?"

Muffin meowed, proudly marching to the light blue shirt.

"Well, I was thinking the darker blue-"

But Elijah was interrupted as Muffin meowed, gently nudging the light blue shirt.

"That one, huh?" Elijah asked as he picked it up,"You're really sure of yourself, y'know."

Muffin meowed once more, lying down again on the pile of shirts and looking up at Elijah.

"I'll leave you to your relaxing, grumpy man." Elijah hummed, stroking his head.

Elijah buttoned up the light blue polo and looked at himself in the mirror... He was missing something. But that's when it him him, a tie! He hurried over to his drawer and pulled out.. Well, his only tie, a dark green tie with little, white cat faces on it. From a distance, they could be mistaken for spots.

"Well, Muffin Man, what do we think?" Elijah hummed as he contiued to look at himself in the mirror,"I think I look great."

Although Muffin didn't really answer as he'd fallen asleep in the pile of shirts. Elijah chuckled at his cat before pulling the dark, navy suit jacket off of its hanger and putting it on, leaving it unbuttoned.

"Muffin, am I always going to dress like this now that I work for the FBI?" Elijah asked again, and received the same answer,"God, I hope not."

With that, he left his room and headed downstairs, checking his clock as he headed into the kitchen. Surprisingly, even after having a whole conversation with his cat, he wasn't running late yet. He figured he probably didn't have time for breakfast though and simply grabbed his water bottle, filling it up.

After getting his water, Elijah headed to the living room and grabbed his little bag that he'd dumped there and double-checked that he still had everything he needed, just in case. He decided that he did, shoved his water bottle inside and put it over his shoulder.

"Goodbye Muffin, I'll see you after work." Elijah called to him as he grabbed his keys, heading for the door.

Elijah chuckled as he left the house. Usually Muffin came to say goodbye to him, but he clearly needed his rest. He walked down the driveway to his car, getting inside and starting the drive to work, well, training. It was uneventful, as usual, but as he pulled into the headquarters, he noticed a blonde woman waiting for him. Section Chief Strauss.

"Oh god." Elijah muttered to himself as he parked his car and walked to the entrance of the building.

"Trainee Agent Deans." Strauss nodded to him, her voice firm.

"Yes, Ma'am." Elijah responded, doing his best to act polite. She was his boss, after all.

"You've been training for a while now and it was suggested to me that you should have a go at your firearms qualification exam." Strauss told him.

Elijah blinked,"You want to test to see if I can handle a gun?"

"Agent Hotchner has requested you accompany Agent Gideon and Dr Reid to deliver a training service on profiling for the LAPD." Strauss explained,"Consider it your first job, if you succeed in this test."

"I'll do my best, Ma'am." Elijah assured her.

"Good."

*********************************

Elijah made his was through the course, firing at each target he came across. He hated it, but he could pretend ij front of Strauss. After shooting the final target, twice, Elijah removed his safety goggles.

"That was certainly.. Impressive." Strauss blinked.

"Well, I'm always full of surprises, Ma'am." Elijah hummed, holding the gun out to her.

"Keep it, Deans. You passed." Strauss nodded briefly as she started walking,"Agent Gideon and the others should be waiting for you upstairs."

"Thank you." Elijah nodded as he made his way upstairs, holstering his newly acquired gun.

When he arrived, he spotted Gideon and Spencer waiting for his as other Agents walked past, just doing their jobs.

"Agent Gideon, Doctor Reid." Elijah nodded to each as he walked over to them.

"Oh- Elijah. You passed your qualification, too?" Reid gestured to the gun in his holster.

"Yeah, I'm not the worst shot." Elijah shrugged.

"And on your first try, congratulations." Reid smiled slightly.

"Oh, thanks." Elijah nodded.

"Right, are we ready to leave?" Gideon asked, already heading for the door.

"I should be."

"Good."

And with that, the three of them headed down to the SUV to start their trek down to LA.

*********************************

Before the training service, Reid lead Gideon and Elijah to an art gallery. An old school friend of his was holding an exhibition there.

"Y'know, I actually think I'm enjoying this." Elijah hummed as they headed inside the building.

"Remember, don't touch anything and don't wander off." Gideon pointed to Elijah.

"Of course, sir." Elijah nodded, although mentally rolling his eyes.

What was he? Five? He could control himself.

"You know, you don't need to call Gideon 'sir', right?" Reid chuckled softly,"We're all on the same team."

"Right." Elijah nodded slowly as an unfamiliar face walked over.

"Spencer, Spencer Reid! Dude, look at you. You haven't changed a bit." The man grinned before turning to address Elijah and Gideon,"Spencer was the only twelve-year old in our graduating class. Just the same."

"Thanks, uh, this is Special Agent Jason Gideon and Trainee Agent Elijah Deans." Reid introduced them,"This is Parker Dunley. We went to high school together as you've probably gathered."

"Hi, how are you?" Gideon nodded to Dunley,"It's a beautiful gallery."

"Thank you, thank you." Dunley smiled.

"Jason's a big contemporary art enthusiast." Reid informed Dunley.

"Well, we're exhibiting four up and coming artists in this show. Everything's for sale and I could definitely swing a discount for a friend of.." Dunley began to explain before he trailed off, looking towards the door.

A blonde woman walked in, wearing a black dress. She was gorgeous, but not really Elijah's type.

"Lila! Hey, guys, come on." Dunley beckoned for them to follow as he walked over the woman, Lila.

"Do I look twelve years old to you two?" Reid turned to the pair.

"Fourteen?" Elijah hummed.

Reid shook his head as he went to walk towards Lila. Elijah went to follow him but Gideon gently grabbed his arm, causing him to tense.

"Deans, Reid likes you. His persistence is the only reason you're here." Gideon reminded him,"Rossi's told me all about you, what you're like.. I don't want you getting any ideas about Spencer."

Elijah was taken aback but he couldn't say he was surprised. He'd expected something like this at some point, a warning.

"Have you got that?" Gideon asked, keeping his voice quiet.

"..Yes, sir." Elijah nodded slowly.

"Good." Gideon released him.

Elijah let out a small sigh and rubbed his arm as he walked over to the group of Reid, Dunley and Lila.

"Spencer, you ever meet a real movie star before?" He heard Dunley ask as he arrived.

"Movie star? Please. She has a supporting role on a television series about beach volleyball. Totally blue collar." The woman beside Lila scoffed.

"Becka." Lila nudged her gently,"I'm Lila."

"Hi, I'm Doc-Doctor Reid. This is my friend and colleague, Elijah Deans- Actually, I'm just Spencer, you don't have to call me Doctor. No one does." Reid rambled.

Elijah crossed his arms as he bit the inside of his cheek. He just felt.. Awkward as he stood beside Reid who was not so subtly crushing on this girl.

"I won't." Lila told him as a man began taking pictures of her.

"Hey- Man, I told you no photos in the art gallery." Dunley pushed the man back,"Alright? Out."

Dunley escorted the photographer out, leaving Elijah and Reid with Lila and her friend. Although, her friend soon wandered off to start up a conversation with Gideon of all people. Another man then walked over, holding out a tray with glasses of champagne.

"Thanks." Lila smiled as she took one.

"No, thank you." Reid shook his head.

"I don't drink." Elijah held up his hand as he was offered the tray before the man walked off.

"So, you're not from around here, are you?" Lila looked up at Reid.

"Me? No, no. We're running a training service about profiling for the Los Angeles Police Department." Reid told her,"Elijah is actually originally from England, too."

"England, huh?" Lila looked over at him.

"Oh- Yes, I am." Elijah nodded, not expecting to be brought into the conversation,"I moved to Colorado as a child."

"That's interesting.. But you mentioned profiling?" Lila tilted her head, turning her attention back to Reid.

"Uh, yes. We're with the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI. We psychoanalyse crime scenes in order to gain a better understanding of the criminal who might've committed the crime." Reid explained.

"Psychoanalyse, huh? Are you two doing that to me right now?" Lila hummed.

Elijah resisted the urge to say something rude while Reid stumbled over his words.

"What- No. I'm not psychoanalysing you." Reid quickly shook his head,"I'm just.."

"I'm kidding." Lila chuckled as she walked towards a painting,"Come, look at this painting."

The trio walked over to one of the paintings, Elijah standing slightly behind Lila and Reid. He knew he wasn't part of their conversation and the painting didn't interest him either.

"Does it make you feel anything?" Lila asked them.

"Like what?' Reid tilted his head as he looked at her.

Lila giggled,"I can't tell you how to feel."

"Right now I feel... Pretty good." Reid nodded, looking back at the painting.

"We're leaving." Gideon informed them as he walked over, tapping Reid's shoulder.

"Oh, thank god." Elijah muttered under his breath.

"We're still looking at the exhibit." Reid turned to him.

"Now."

Reid looked at Gideon and then back to Lila and the painting. It was clear he wanted to stay longer. Elijah sighed as he walked closer to Gideon, he was ready to leave too.

"Now, now." Gideon insisted and he turned to walk off.

Reid bit his cheek as he looked back at Lila,"Guess we're leaving now- It was nice meeting you-"

"Reid, now." Gideon had stopped and was watching as Reid tried to stall.

"On the way, bye." Reid waved to Lila slightly.

"You too, Spencer." Lila smiled at Reid as he and Elijah jogged after Gideon.

"She seems nice." Reid hummed.

"Yeah, I'm sure she is." Elijah nodded, although he frankly didn't care for her.

"Are you okay?" Reid furrowed his brow,"You seem tense."

"I'm fine." Elijah sighed,"Come on, Gideon's waiting."

"Right- Of course."

*********************************

Elijah was sat in the police station, spinning in one of the chairs. A murder had happened nearby and the team had been called in to help out.

"Miss me?" Fleur hummed as she walked up to Elijah.

They'd only known each other for a few months but Fleur and Elijah had become fast friends. They just seemed to click.

"More than I'd like to admit." Elijah looked up at her.

"I'm your emotional support friend." She joked, sitting on the desk beside him,"Now spill, what's on your mind?"

"Right, so the night before we did our training thing, Spencer took us to this art gallery." Elijah began,"His friend was hosting some exhibition there, I think."

"That's cool." Fleur nodded,"But did you-"

"No, I was good. I didn't touch anything." Elijah assured her,"Everything felt fine until this girl walked in."

"Oh, keep going." Fleur leaned forward, now invested in his story.

"And it's not like I'm jealous or anything like that because that would be ridiculous but I think Reid like- likes her." Elijah crossed his arms.

"Reid likes a girl- Sorry." Fleur cleared her throat,"Reid likes her?"

"Well, he was stuttering and smiling at her and he just had this.. Look in his eye." Elijah leaned back in his chair.

Fleur looked like she wanted to say something but held back,"Who is this girl anyway?"

"Some actress, I think her name was Lila." Elijah shrugged.

"Lila Archer?" Fleur raised a brow, holding back a chuckle,"I'm sorry, I love Spence but.. He couldn't get with her."

"It's not just him though, I think she likes him back." Elijah sighed.

"She can dream on." Fleur rolled her eyes.

"I've never felt more like a third wheel." Elijah shook his head,"One of the girls was even flirting with Gideon."

"Well, was she old?"

"I wouldn't say so, she looked to be Lila's age."

"He got himself a young one." Fleur joked, nudging Elijah's shoulder.

"I'm just glad I won't need to see her again." Elijah shrugged, shaking his head.

"Thank goodness." Fleur agreed,"Now, come on. The others are probably waiting on us."

"I suppose they will be." Elijah stood up.

Fleur gently rubbed his arm as the pair of them walked into the office of the lead Detective, Detective Kim, where the others were waiting.

"This guy is an assasin?" Kim asked.

"Well, when you look at the victimology, there's no obvious links. All the kills are clean except in the instance of the last victim, Jeremy Collins." Morgan explained.

"There's absolutely no evidence left at the crime scene. There's no DNA, there's no manifestion of psychosexual release and there's no detectable signature of any kind." Elle added on.

Elijah looked at Elle as he stood listening to the others, trying to take in her face, anything. Out of everyone, he seemed to never get her name.. It just slipped out.

"Remember, our profiles are formulated not just by what's present at the scene, but what's absent." Gideon nodded.

"From all the evidence that we gathered, we believe you're looking for a type four assassin." Fleur told him.

"Type four?" Kim raised a brow.

"Type ones are political assassins like John Wilkes Booth. Type twos are egocentrics looking for simple recognition." Reid began.

"Type threes are psychopaths who are cold blooded killers who leave far messier scenes and Type four, our Unsub, suffers from a major mental disorder and is frequently delusional." Fleur finished.

"The closer we get to figuring out that delusion, the closer we get to finding our Unsub." Elijah leaned against a desk.

"Well, what's he going to be doing until we do?" Kim looked around at them.

"Finding other victims." Gideon answered.

"Excuse me. Hi. Is there a Detective Kim here?" A well-dressed man, knocked on the door.

"Right here." Kim nodded.

"You're heading the investigation into the Natalie Ryan murder?"

"Yes."

"Uhm.. My- I have a client, she's.." The man stammered before he sighed,"Is there any place we can be private?"

"We're all working this murder." Kim told him.

"Well.. She received a note, my client did and she freaked out." The man walked into the room,"I told her not to worry and-"

"Where's the note?" Morgan looked up at him from his chair.

The man handed Morgan the note that he'd been holding, scrawled onto a magazine. 'You owe me'.

"Where is your client?" Hotch turned to the man.

"She's waiting in the other room."

Morgan sighed, standing up,"Let's go."

When the team left the room to see the client, Elijah had to hold back a long sigh. Lila Archer, of course it was her. She was sat at one of the desks, the man from before, Michael, stood behind her.

"How well did you know Natalie Ryan?" Hotch asked her.

"We spoke when we saw each other in public, but we were never friends." She answered.

"What about Wally Melman?" Elijah raised a brow, refusing to make eye contact.

"What?" Lila turned her attention to Elijah.

"Wally Melman, he was a producer who was killed a few months ago." He told her.

"The paper said that was a robbery." Lila shook her head.

"Well, the paper was wrong. Did you know him?" Elijah crossed his arms.

"Calm, okay?" Fleur whispered to him, putting a hand on his shoulder.

"Well, we met a few times about a project, but I didn't get the part." Lila shrugged,"The went a different way."

"What way?" Elle asked.

"He cast another act.." Lila stopped as a sudden realization practically hit her in the face,"Oh my god."

"What is it?" Fleur leaned forward.

"He cast Natalie Ryan." Michael sighed.

Morgan looked down at the note,"You owe me."

"I guess that's one way to ice out the competition, huh?" Fleur shrugged.

"Don't look at me, I brought her to the police station." Michael raised his hands.

"Have you ever had a sense that someone was watching you, following you?" Gideon asked, not looking up from his file.

"From the moment I get to work, I have hair and makeup, wardrobe people, producers, writers, my agent, my manager, publicist. Not to mention the photographers.." Lila went on.

"It's part of her life." Michael nodded.

"Anything that seems odd, out of the ordinary? Happens on a regular or semi-regular basis?" Gideon questioned further.

"What do you mean?" Lila looked over at him.

"Repetitive phone calls with hang-ups? Gifts sent anonymously?" Reid began listing.

"I receive flowers. On the seventh of each month they just appear in my trailer. Never a note, just a plain glass bowl. Red anemones, my favourite." Lila sighed.

"And you don't want to know who they're from?" Elle tilted her head.

"Celebrities get anonymous gifts all the time. She has fans, you know." Michael pointed.

"Clearly." Elijah coughed to mask his comment before he contiued,"Do you ever remember meeting someone on the seventh day of the month? Or in July, the seventh month of the year?"

"No."

"Wally Melman was a producer who considered hiring you, but didn't, and Natalie was a rival." Hotch crossed his arms.

"And Chloe Harris, she looks a lot like you. Don't you think?" Fleur held up a photograph of Chloe.

"Who?" Lila looked up at the photo.

"A potential rival, she was murdered too." Elijah told her.

"So.. All these people are being killed because of me?" Lila asked slowly.

"It's possible."

Lila covered her face,"I'm sorry- I can't. I need to go."

Lila got up and rushed out of the room, followed soon after by Michael.

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The next day, most of the team and Detective Kim were stood with Lila in her trailer, discussing evidence. She'd been given a new note.

"Y'know, I'm intrigued by this particular version of the verb 'to be'." Gideon nodded as he looked at the note.

"Past participle." Reid crossed his arms.

"Steady state of being, preceeding adverb."

"Always." Reid nodded.

"In English." Kim raised a brow.

"That is English, actually. We're discussing the verb tenses of-" Reid tried explaining but Morgan cut him off.

"Reid, Reid." He shook his head.

"Our stalkers sounds like someone she knows." Elijah told Kim simply, leaning against the counter.

"Based on the tense of the verb." Reid nodded.

"Maybe it's time to get her off the street." Morgan suggested.

"You know, there's no physical threat to her. She might be safe just staying put as opposed to anywhere else." Reid told them.

"I'm standing right here, guys." Lila turned to them.

"I was trying not to notice." Elijah muttered.

"If we did remove you, we'd have to take you to a non-disclosed location. I'm sure your stalker knows where you live." Gideon told her.

"I'm not having the whole show closed down. I only have one more scene to shoot." Lila shook her head,"Look, last night I decided I wasn't going to be scared of that lunatic. Am I safe here?"

"Well, the sets have been cleared of everyone except essential personnel and we have increased security at the gate." Kim shrugged.

An unfamiliar woman then knocked on the door, walking in,"Lila, they're ready for you."

"I'm staying at work, gentlemen." She told them as she walked out of the trailer.

"She's one tough girl." Kim nodded.

"Yeah... I didn't want to say anything in front of her, but his anger about her going to the police suggests he might alter his agenda." Gideon pushed his glasses up.

"That's typical for a stalker." Elijah commented.

"You know, she didn't go to the police alone." Gideon turned to the men.

"Her manager took her." Reid nodded.

"Deans, Reid. You stay here, keep an eye on her." Gideon stood up,"Morgan, you're with me."

Weird. If Gideon didn't want Elijah 'getting any ideas', why would he leave him and Reid together.. Maybe he thought Reid would be too distracted by Lila to care.

"I'll hand back too." Kim adjusted his jacket.

"Where are you going?" Elijah asked.

"To talk to her manager." Gideon nodded, leaving with Morgan.

"Let's go keep an eye on her." Elijah sighed before he left the trailer too.

Reid walked out onto the set quickly after he did, a coke in his hands which he must've taken from inside the trailer. Elijah spotted Lila, a towel around her as she waited to for her cue. He stood back from her as Reid walked forward, clearing his throat.

"Sorry if I was insensitive last night." Reid apologized.

"You're just doing your job, right?" Lila shrugged.

"Yeah." Reid nodded, taking a sip of coke.

"Then there's no need to apologise." Lila drank her coffee, scrunching her face up in disgust before taking Reid's coke,"You don't mind sharing with me, do you?"

Reid shook his head as a bell rang, although Lila was already drinking it,"No."

Lila hummed as he handed Reid his coke back, taking off her robe as she walked off. Reid looked down at the bottle before putting in the the nearby trashcan.

"You don't mind sharing with me, do you?" Elijah teased, his arms crossed.

"Shut up." Reid sighed, turning to look at him.

"I'm just saying." Elijah shrugged,"You met her not even two days ago."

"I know." Reid grabbed a napkin, wiping his hands.

"We can all see how you look at her." Elijah put his hands in his pockets.

Reid furrowed his brow,"What do I look at her like?"

"Like.. Morgan looks at Fleur."

"How does Morgan look at Fleur?" Reid blinked.

Elijah sighed,"You just look.. Attracted to her."

"I just.. I want her to be okay." Reid told him.

"And she will be, if we do our job." Elijah shook his head.

"Good." Reid nodded.

*********************************

Before long, Reid and Elijah had been ordered to take Lila home and stay with her, as protection after Gideon and Morgan found her manager dead. They'd been there for most of that day and the sky was now darkening, well, Reid and Lila had been there. Elijah ended up busying himself by watching for the stalker out of windows all day.

Morgan had called recently, said they had an idea of who the Unsub was, a man named Joseph Martinez, who had a bunch of photos of Lila and now Reid at his studio. He said they were on their way but they hadn't heard anything since.

Lila walked into the room in her bathrobe, standing beside Reid as he looked at her collage,"Feel anything yet?"

"There is something definitely appealing about this one." Reid nodded.

"That's a start." Lila chuckled before walking to the backdoor, taking off her bathrobe.

"What are you doing?" Elijah questioned, turning to her.

"Going for a swim." Lila shrugged as she walked out.

"What- No. Lila!" Reid hurried after her.

That's when Elijah's phone buzzed as he answered it, looking away from the window,"Hm?"

"Elijah, it's Fleur. We ran into a little trouble but we're on our way now." She explained,"What's going on over there?"

Elijah sighed, rolling his eyes as he turned back to look,"They're- She's in the pool."

"She shouldn't be outside." Fleur shook her head.

"Reid's trying to convince her to get out, at least someone here has some sense left aside from me." He told her.

Elijah watched as Lila swam to the edge of the pool, holding out her hand for Reid to help her up before she yanked him into the pool with her.

"Elijah, what was that splash?" Fleur asked slowly.

"Now they're both in the pool, she dragged him in." Elijah sighed.

"Oh my god. He's not going to be happy about his clothes being wet." Fleur commented.

"No, I know how he gets and.." Elijah trailed off.

Elijah watched on as Lila pulled Reid closer by his tie and kissed him.. They were kissing in the pool and he was alone, inside the house.

"Elijah, are you okay? That's Morgan and I here." Fleur asked him, he heard an engine stop outside.

"I'm fine. They're out the back if you want to check there." Elijah hung up, as he watched Lila get out of the pool, clearly unhappy.

"Lila-" Elijah reached out to her.

"Don't touch me!" Lila snapped as she walked past him, probably to get a towel.

Elijah sighed, Reid probably told her about Wally. Gideon asked them not to mention it. He shook his head as he walked outside, just as Morgan pulled the photographer out from the bushes. Elijah looked over at Fleur and Morgan before helping Reid out of the pool.

"They found him in the bushes." Elijah gestured to the three on the other side of the pool as Reid attempted to dry himself and his gun

"I told her she should cut those." Reid shook his head.

Fleur looked Reid up and down as her and Morgan walked over to the pair.

"I, uh.. I fell in." Reid explained.

"I saw." Elijah looked off to the side.

"I'm sure there's plenty of photos of it." Fleur shrugged.

"Stop shoving me, man." Martinez complained as Morgan pushed him over to the others.

"You're a suspect in the murder of Wally Melman, Natalie Ryan and Jeremy Collins." Morgan told him.

"Murder, what? Woah, woah, woah-"

"Just shut up with the whoa! We know for a fact you have hundreds of photographs of Lila Archer and Natalie Ryan on the walls of your studio. You have Miss Archer's schedule on your desk. You've been stalking her." Morgan pointed.

"Look, guy, look, hold up. Every paparazzi's a celebrity stalker. If you don't stalk them, you don't get no shot. And if you don't get the shot, you don't sell no pictures." He shook his head.

"Well, this one's going to cost you." Fleur shrugged, pulling out the camera's tape.

"Well- No. That's just wrong." Martinez looked at Fleur.

"Tell that to your lawyer." Morgan grabbed Martinez.

"I'm still being locked up?" He questioned.

"That's right. At the very least, you're trespassing. Let's go." Morgan walked off with him.

"You're welcome." Fleur hummed as she handed the tape to Reid, she'd destroyed it.

"I won't tell anyone else what I saw." Elijah told Reid as he went to follow after Fleur and Morgan.

"Elijah-" Reid turned to him.

"No, Reid, it's fine." Elijah shook his head.

Morgan and Fleur left to meet up with Gideon at the art gallery after realizing the collage Lila had actually chronicled her life from college to present day. Elijah was standing, Reid not to far from him while Lila was sat on the couch.

That's when Elijah's phone rang and he quickly answered it,"Yes, sir?"

"We have a name, Maggie Lowe. She's the Unsub, she works on Lila's show." Gideon told him.

"Got it." Elijah hung up as he turned around,"Lila, do you know someone named Maggie Lowe?"

"Mags? I've known her for years. I got her a job on my show." Lila shrugged, looking down at her phone as it rang,"She's calling right now."

"Is she calling from a cellphone?" Reid asked her.

"Yeah."

"Lila, we think Maggie is the Unsub." Elijah told her as he out his phone down.

"The what?" She blinked.

Elijah sighed,"She's the stalker, now answer the phone."

"That's crazy." Lila scoffed.

"Answer the phone, act completely natural. The longer you keep her on the line, the more likely we'll be able to trace her cell.. Trust me." Reid informed her.

Lila looked up at Reid before she answered the call, Reid taking out his own phone and calling Garcia.

"Listen in." Reid nodded to Elijah.

"Oracle of Quantico, speak if you deign to hear the truth." Garcia hummed.

"Garcia, I need an emergency trace on a cell phone call to Lila Archer's cellphone." Reid explained.

"Sure, go ahead."

"323-555-0129." Reid repeated Lila's number as Lila talked to Maggie over the phone.

"Okay, keep her talking, keep her talking." Garcia hummed as she typed, soon stopping,"Reid, is Lila's address 6228 Pike Street?"

"Yeah, why?" Reid nodded.

"She's calling from inside the house." Garcia told him,"I'll get you some backup."

"Lila-" Reid turned as they heard a thud inside the house.

"How did she get in the house?" Elijah hissed.

"She has keys." Lila shrugged.

"Of course she does." Elijah cursed as he took out his gun,"Would've been lovely to know that."

"I'll go first." Reid walked forward, taking his own gun out as they walked towards where they heard the thud.

Elijah nodded as he and Lila followed Reid down the hall and into another room. The pair secured the room before they heard Maggie from behind them.

"Why did you have to bring these people here?" Maggie has her gun pointed at Lila's head,"Put your guns down."

"Maggie." Elijah slowly lowered his gun and out it away, as did Reid.

"Don't call me Maggie! You don't know me!" Maggie spat before putting on a softer tone,"Come on, Lila. Let's go. We gotta go, baby. Come on."

"Maggie, don't hurt her." Reid shook his head,"You don't need to hurt her."

"You don't know anything. I would never do anything to hurt you. No.. I created you." Maggie hummed.

"No, you didn't." Lila looked away.

"Yes, I did. I know I did! God! You stupid, ungrateful- God, I can't believe I loved you." Maggie took a step back as she aimed her gun at Lila.

"Maggie.. She loves me now." Reid told her.

"What?" Maggie turned her gun to Reid.

"She told me so. We were in the pool. She kissed me. Now she loves me, okay?" Reid explained.

Elijah clenched his fists at the mention of the kiss, he hated this stupid feeling.. Was this how Maggie felt too?

"No." She turned the gun back to Lila.

"Tell her we kissed in the pool." Reid looked to Lila.

"No!" Maggie shook her head.

"Yes, we kissed." Lila nodded slowly.

"See?"

Maggie screamed, shoving Lila put of the way as she ran at Reid. Although Elijah stepped forward and grabbed Maggie's arm, forcing it upwards as the gun went off before taking her gun as she fell to the floor.

"Don't move." Elijah pointed Maggie's gun at her.

"Please! Please, just kill me!" Maggie pleaded,"Come on, shoot me! I'd be so much happier, please! Come on.."

"I don't kill people, Maggie." Elijah looked down although he still had the gun pointed at her,"It's over.. We're going to get you help."

Maggie broke down sobbing, rocking back and forth, covering her face with her hands.

"Shh, it going to be alright.." Elijah rubbed her back, lowering his weapon.

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After the case, Elijah and Reid still remained at the headquarters. Elijah was ready to go but Reid was still sitting, looking at the magazine that had captured a picture of him and Lila together.

Elijah chuckled softly,"Goodnight, lover boy."

"Come on, Elijah." Reid sighed, putting the magazine down.

"Y'know Spencer, you're lucky they didn't get a shot of you next to the pool trying to dry your gun." Elijah walked over to him, leaning against his desk,"You looked like a wet rat."

Reid shook his head, looking down.

"Hey, I'm just kidding."

"Did you- How much did.. How much did you see when I kissed her in the pool?" Reid looked up at him.

"Oh, I saw the whole thing." Elijah sighed.

"It's so weird. It doesn't feel like it even happened, y'know?" He shook his head.

"Well, yeah, she's a beautiful, young actress." Elijah shrugged.

"Yeah- Yeah, I kept explaining to her about transference and the fact that she probably only liked me because I was there to protect her.." Reid told him.

"Reid, you were her hero." Elijah pointed.

"I wanted to think that." Reid sighed.

"Nu-uh, you shouldn't sell yourself short like that, Spencer." Elijah crossed his arms.

"Elijah, you took down an armed suspect without firing a shot. You saved her life.. Both of our lives." Reid looked away,"In my eyes, you're just as much of a hero."

Elijah smiled softly as he grabbed his bag and started heading towards the door,"Thanks, that.. Well, it means a lot."

"Hey, Elijah. Has there ever been a girl, or a guy, that you wanted to be with for.. More than, you know, just one night?" Reid asked him.

"Excuse me?" Elijah blinked.

"I'm just trying to figure out if this feeling I have is ever going to go away?" Reid sighed.

"Reid, what we do for a living, it takes up all of our time, and a relationship is hard enough, even in the same city." Elijah shook his head.

"So, I mean, you're saying that it's probably wise that I don't call her, right?" Reid nodded.

No matter how desperately he knew what he wanted to say, he didn't. Whatever the outcome, he wanted Reid to be happy.

"I can't answer that one for you." Elijah hummed,"But here, I'll tell you what I do know. You don't need to come up with that answer tonight."

"Have a good weekend." Reid smiled at him.

"You too, pretty boy." Elijah hummed as he walked out of the room, slowly realizing what he said as he reached the lift,"Pretty boy? Dammit.."