Hey! I'm back with the sequel! Yay! I'll try to update everyday, but I can't promise it, though I do promise it will never be more than two or three days.

Right now I'm thinking the sequel will be about ten chapters, but it may be a bit more. I hope you all like this as much as the previous one. I don't particularly like this chapter, but it'll get better.

Disclaimer: No, but my birthday's coming up *looks hopeful* Hey a girl can dream can't she?

Also, As far as the timeline goes, this is obviously after Gideon left, but this is before season five (only because Reid hasn't been shot yet). Stick it in there wherever you want.

The Revenge Game

"Life's a game, all you have to do, is know how to play it."

~Unknown

Chapter 1: Privacy Invaded

The note fluttered to the ground after slipping from Reid's shaking hand. He fell back onto the couch like his knees just couldn't support him anymore.

A cold shock spread through his numb body. Reid didn't doubt for a minute it was Mayella.

Mayella had been here. She had been here in his own home. How? How had she invaded his most personal space? Reid was a very private person and it was downright terrifying to think she had been in his apartment – had invaded his privacy.

Had invaded his privacy? Who's to say she wasn't still here? Hiding somewhere just waiting for the moment to strike…

A feeling of fear, true raw, animalistic fear, rose in Reid. He had the sudden childish desire to grab the blanket, which hung over the side of the couch, and hide under it.

Don't be stupid, he snapped at himself as he stomped down on his fear. Be logical, he told himself. If logic had gotten him this far, it could get him the rest of the way.

If she was here waiting to get him, he thought logically, she would have gone after him while he was standing there panicking. Why would she wait until he was prepared to get him? So most likely, if she was in the house, she didn't plan to find and attack him; she most likely was waiting for Reid to stumble upon her spot then get him. Reid quickly made his way over to the table and grabbed his gun.

The best way to stop someone from surprising you is to find them before they find you. That way the element of surprise was in your favor, not theirs.

The way Reid's apartment was set up, you could see the kitchen from the living room. A small hallway with a closet lead to the bedroom and the bathroom.

Slowly, with gun held at the ready, he made my way down the hallway. Reid threw open the closet revealing nothing but the usual linens.

Next came the bathroom. Empty as well.

That only left the bedroom.

Reid really hoped she wasn't in there. He could handle being attacked in his kitchen or living room, but he doubted he could ever sleep well in his bedroom if he was attacked there.

Fear rose once again as he entered the bedroom. Reid flicked on the light and stood frozen at the door.

Empty.

Reid wasn't sure whether to be relieved or more worried.

He looked over his entire apartment again with a critical eye, taking in all the details.

Mayella wasn't here. But she would eventually come for him. He checked his lock and his alarm system, both were fine and in working order. So how had she gotten in? All the windows were still locked and a light dust was even settling on them, he'd been gone almost three weeks.

Nothing, absolutely nothing, was disturbed in any way. He had to give her credit, even though she looked like your average seventeen year old, she certainly had skills.

Reid stood in the middle of his living room looking around. He didn't know what to do with himself.

His eyes searched out his cell phone sitting on the table.

Should he call Hotch? Or Morgan? But what if she didn't come for a while? Maybe even a month? They would all worry and what if it was nothing? Maybe she wasn't serious. Everyone on the team got threats all the time when they were arresting people. People swearing revenge and distraught families determined to seek retribution for their families. But then, she did go to all the effort of getting it into his apartment.

He walked up to the table and snatched up his phone. He had it open and was just about to press Morgan's number when he stopped. Morgan had had just as hard a time as him. He had been gone for just as long as Reid had. He had been kidnapped too. He needed rest. Besides, Morgan would just have to call Hotch to tell him of the potential threat. So Reid switched to Hotch. But then, Hotch had been stressed and worried and had a hard week too. All of them had just gotten back from a more difficult than usual case and were just as tired as him. At this moment, they were both probably either asleep or just about to fall asleep.

What if he called and woke him up then it was nothing? Or she didn't attack him for months? But then, what if he didn't call and she got him in the night?

Reid let out a noise of frustration then dropped the phone back onto the table.

He was not going to worry them over what might be nothing. Besides, he wasn't a kid, he could take care of himself. Hadn't he proved that when push came to shove he could protect himself and his teammate? He didn't need to go crying for help as soon as he got a threat. He had always gone out of his way to prove that, despite his age, he was just as capable as any of them.

Even if he did call them, what would they do? Drag the whole team down to BAU headquarters and make sure he never went anywhere alone for a while?

This was ridiculous.

Reid was finally home for the first time in almost three weeks and he had yet to relax. He had finally escaped Mayella's grasp and made it home just to get dragged back into this.

He finally decided to just go about his night like usual and tell them about the note in the morning. He headed over to his sofa, intent on reading his book, when he decided to grab his gun. Better safe than sorry.

Flopping down on his couch, while keeping his still healing leg straightened out, Reid opened the book and buried himself within its pages.

A throng of bearded men, in sad-colored garments and gray, steeple-crowned hats, intermixed with women…

About half an hour later, Reid was finished.

He got to his feet and stretched his sore, tired muscles. Reid felt reassured he was safe for at least the night. He had doublt checked his alarm system was set just in case.

Shoving the covers aside, Reid slid into bed. He dropped his gun onto the table next to him. The worry in him slipped away and soon he was asleep.

He failed to notice the lone figure standing under the lamp across the street from his apartment looking through his living room window.

TBC…

I know how much you all hate cliffhangers, but sorry, I've been looking forward to that line. I had that line written before I was even sure if there would be a sequel.

Also, if you're thinking that it was stupid of Reid not call anyone, please just roll with it, okay? That's just how the story goes.

So anyway, please review! I crave them, plus they inspire me to write and post faster!