A/N: Hey, just letting you all know the sequel, Cloak and Dagger, has officially been posted! As a thanks for sticking this story through to the end, here's a snippet from the first chapter!

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Finally, when Reid had gone silent, Hotch sighed. "Has Danny still been answering the calls from his friends and family?"

Reid nodded. "Everyday at four. He talks for hours with them, too. I once ha to practically hang up for him one night. He was still speaking with Sam at 10:30."

Hotch chuckled. "Then I don't think you need to worry too much, Reid. But, if it's still bothering you, talk with Prentiss. She might have been able to read some of that note Danny got with his delivery."

Reid absentmindedly nodded, already standing and heading for the door. "Thanks, Hotch," he called as he left, heading straight for Emily Prentiss' desk. He glanced around quickly, making sure Danny was out of earshot. "Hey, Prentiss?"

She blinked up at him, taking in his nervous posture with an eyebrow raised. "Yeah, Reid?"

"I, uh, was wondering if, um, if y—you'd managed to read any of the n—note Danny got in—in that package last week?"

Prentiss' eyes went wide. "Um, yeah, I saw a little bit of it. But I just skimmed it, so I didn't get a good idea what it was talking about…."

"What did you see?"

"Uh, nephew, renting an apartment, Washington D.C., keepsakes, stay, twenty-third, three in the afternoon…. There was a P.S., but I didn't get a chance to read any of it."

Reid paced between a couple desks. "So it's from Danny's uncle. Must be talking about when Danny can move in to his apartment…."

"At three in the afternoon tomorrow?" One of Prentiss' eyebrows had quirked up again.

The genius froze, realizing that didn't sound quite right. "Maybe it's a meeting time? For when the uncle would get into town?"

Prentiss thought it through, nodded. "Maybe. But shouldn't we just ask—?"

"N—No!" Blushing at Prentiss' shocked stare, Reid added, "I'm just being extra careful, and I don't want to worry him over nothing…."

Both glanced up when they heard humming coming from the hallway that led to Garcia's bunker. The two shared a grin as Danny walked by, oblivious to the onlookers. He made circles with his right wrist, clenching and unclenching his fist and flexing his arm at the elbow. It was a habit Morgan first noticed immediately following Danny's cast being removed. Whenever they brought it up, Danny would blush and explain that he was trying to restrengthen his arm after a month and a half of no use.

But Danny simply walked by, heading down another hallway. Reid sighed, looking back at Prentiss. "I'm sure he'll tell me if it's important."

Prentiss glanced once more after Danny, murmuring, "I sure hope he will…."

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A/N: Enjoy!