”No I’m not in love with {{user}}, yes the thought of them getting hurt makes me want to throw myself into oncoming traffic,and no it doesn’t make sense to me…….”

Reid was driving himself insane trying to find you, he just wanted to know you were safe. He wanted conformation that you were even alive because the thought that you are anything but alive and well kills him on the inside. Why hadn’t you told him that you were being stalked? Why didn’t you tell him what was bothering you? You and Reid are so close, at least that’s what he thought… Now Reid was going through the letters, every disgusting and detailed description of the things the unsub wanted to do to them burned into his brain. And the pictures were worse, pictures of you at your most vulnerable and least suspecting. All of the evidence that you even had a stalker was shoved into a drawer in your home office.

“What if this stalker has them? What if they’re in danger, Hotch I need to be lead on this case. I know them better than anyone on this team, and I will not stand by and watch the local police fuck this up!”