Reid's POV:

It's quite dark tonight, and you've never really been fond of the inherent absence of light. Tonight, is no exception. You feel quite lonely, quite frightened and vulnerable, but something is stopping you from picking up the phone and giving yourself that company you've been craving. Call it a sixth sense if you will, but something is telling you not to turn and pick up the phone. 'Be quiet' you gently chide yourself, feeling the ominous presence of the darkness, with the awareness that you are truly alone. You turn for a fraction of a second to pick up the phone from the nightstand. That fraction of a second was all it took. As you turned around once more, your fingers already busy dialing a familiar tone you find a gun in your face. Aimed point blank in a shoot-to-kill way at your forehead. You know this isn't going to end well.

A Few hours previously:

"Bye Guys!" you say as you wave yourself out of the bullpen of the BAU and into the lifts. You can't exactly say that your job is fun but heck; the satisfaction of putting another criminal behind bars is too much to resist. So much passion goes into the work, so much time and effort, and though at times it seems that you have no impact on the increasing crime rate, it feels good to be putting even the slightest dent in their numbers. As you walk away from the building and into your car you decide that maybe you should stop by somewhere and get something to eat. It's been a while since you ate, and you're feeling a little woozy, a quick snack stop is in order. Perhaps not dairy though.

As you pick up your snack from the fast food counter and gently steer your way to your car, narrowly avoiding a toddler and his mother, you manage to steal a few fries and pop them in before hitting the road once more on the way to your apartment. As you're driving the details of the last grisly case smacks you before you can close the walls in your mind to stomach the gory details. The case was disastrous, probably one of the worst you've ever had to deal with, and worse still, you had to go undercover to lure the killer. Yes, surprisingly, you. And if that wasn't enough, you'd had to face all of those dead faces in the morgue and in the killer's own personal viewing gallery, looking for a positive ID on all of them.

The killer was Caucasian female, black hair with killer blue eyes, and a charm that could hook any man, or at least, that was the plan. As the BAU could sense that they were Zeroing in on the killer they sent you into the field to act as her next victim, calling in for back up before she could get herself all the way in. That had been the plan anyway. Unfortunately, things went wrong, as they quite often do, and you ended up in the clutches of a prolific female killer. The deplorable woman had finally been caught with your help; however, despite the fact that she's a serial killer, something tells you there's more to this woman than what is in the profile. What you don't realize is that while you're pondering this, she's already found out how to undo her handcuffs while you're in the car driving to HQ. The case was local, and as always you always fear it more when it's closer to home. Alarm bells should have been ringing when she let you fasten her cuffs to the table of the interrogation room, something wasn't right, but your mind was too caught up in the riddle that was her personality. You couldn't quite put your finger on it, but something, something, just wasn't right about her.

You return home exhausted yet satisfied with your greasy little snack. As you move to turn on the hallway light something grabs your attention instead. Deciding that it was just a shadow you quickly turn and attempt to turn on the hallway lights, which for some reason refused to turn on. Silently cursing yourself for leaving your work torch at work, you stumble and begin to search for your flashlight. 'Damn' you think, as your hands fumble through drawers with no luck. 'Well' you think, resigned, 'guess I'm going to have to check if the circuit's tripped'. You stumble your way out of your dark apartment, realizing that the circuit from the mains can't have tripped if the rest of your building's electricity is working. Not wanting to seem childish you turn back to your apartment and face the door you'd left ajar. You step inside and scold yourself for being so paranoid. A shirt has fallen to the floor from where you left it this morning, so you stoop down, pick it up and hang it once more. Then you calmly walk over to the sofa, thinking to yourself that the damn electrical company will never get it right, and thanking god that you'd had the presence of mind to charge your mobile this morning. At last, you settle in for a dark night alone.

Please R&R :) This is also my VERY FIRST Fanfic, so any comments or criticism would be greatly appreciated. I hope you enjoyed the first chapter, and please tell me if you would like the story to continue.