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Reid has a stalker, but he does not know it. Not on until the stalker reveals herself. They must work together to take down who or what wants information about him as both their lives are put in danger.

Reid's Stalker

Chapter One:

Eileen Cortland looked around the luxurious office she was sitting in. Everything was sleek and shiny with wealth. She bet the office alone was worth more than her shabby two-room apartment. Sitting in this office could mean any number of things and none of them were good.

Her employer Lucinda Marcin entered.

"Eileen!" she gushed. "Thank you for coming in on such short notice."

She only had to race across town, break a few speed limits, and nearly knock over a taco stand to get here. But that was nothing new when it came to working for Marcin and Glenmire Private Investigation Service. When she said jump she said how high.

"It was nothing," Cortland said. "How can I be of service?"

"Have you ever been to DC Eileen?"

"No, Ma'am."

"Well you're going to be spending three weeks there starting Sunday."

"What is the assignment?"

Marcin pulled out a file and handed it to her.

"See for yourself."

It was a picture of rather scruffy young FBI agent named Spencer Reid. As she read his brief bio her level of disbelief grew.

She looked up at her. "Ma'am you want me to monitor an FBI agent?"

"That's what the task says doesn't it?"

"He is BAU, following him while he is on assignment could prove more difficult than what I am capable of."

"That is why you'll only be monitoring his activities while he is in DC. The client wants to get to know his lifestyle and daily habits."

She flipped to the next page and saw the number of bugs she needed to plant. The one in the shower concerned her the most. It was just too much to handle.

"Ma'am I could be performing some serious jail time if I am caught," she said carefully.

"Which is why you won't," Marcin said firmly.

She looked at her living arrangements. She'd be staying in the apartment across from Reid's that was empty. How convenient.

"You will be reporting directly to our client," Marcin said as she finished reading the file. "You will only refer to her as Tasha. If you any further questions your services will no longer be needed."

Cortland put the file down and Marcin stared her straight in the eye. They were dangerous.

"Is that understood Eileen?"

"Yes Ma'am," she said firmly.

"Good," she said in a more cheerful tone. "Go down to technical services where you'll receive what you need for this assignment."

They stood up and shook hands. "Good luck, Eileen."

"Thank you."

Cortland had a feeling she'd need all the luck she could get to avoid detection and jail time while trying to maintain a clean conscience for what she was about to do.