Winston Churchill said, "The father backward you can look, the farther forward you can see."

Ten years later and Veronica was living her life. The office around her buzzed with agents running around, taking phone calls, and briefing cases.

The FBI was a tough job, but Veronica loved it. She loved catching the bad people in the world, the same people that were just like the boy who killed her parents.

But she hardly thought about them anymore, all her emotions having turned dormant after that day. She wasn't a sociopath; she could still feel, but she wouldn't let herself feel any emotions that could get her hurt.

Hell the only thing she even had left of her family was a small ring that her father had given her when she was a little girl. It was a purity ring to be more precise, Veronica wore it everywhere.

And had still kept to her promise of
staying a virgin to marriage. Sure she could have done it, and with plenty of guys too. Veronica had grown to be an exceptional woman, and a beautiful one at that. But she felt that if she stayed true to her promise part of her father would always be with her.

Twisting the ring on her finger Veronica snapped out of her thoughts from her paperwork and stared at her buzzing cellphone. Danielle was calling.

Without hesitation Veronica answered
the phone, "Well hello Honey Bunny."
"Don't call me Honey Bunny," Danielle sighed into the phone, immediately followed by a laugh.

Danielle was the daughter of Mr. Sparks.
After everything that had happened with her family, she was taking in by the Sparks. They treated her right, and took the best care they could. Going as far as paying for Danielle and Veronica to get into the FBI academy.

Even if the girls chose different units. While Veronica had chosen the Behavioral Analysis Unit, Danielle had chosen the Sexual Abuse Unit. Both girls loved their jobs.

"So what do I owe the pleaser of this phone call?" Veronica questioned,
wondering why her best friend was calling.

"Okay so. Me and you are gonna go out so I can find me a sexy man or a hot lady, and you're gonna let loose," Danielle
explained.

Veronica could clearly sense the smile on her face, and she opened her mouth to answer, but was cut off by her boss walking through the door.

"I'm gonna have to take a rain check," Veronica stated quickly.

"Oh you have a case don't you? Well have fun and be safe.  I'll talk to you later. Love you," Danielle replied.

"I love you too," Veronica stated, and with that she hung up the phone and stood up.

Hotch walked over and said said one sentence, "We have a case, so get your go bag ready and meet in the jet in one hour."

Veronica nodded her head, "Roger that." She reached underneath her desk and pulled out her bag of clothes. A split second later she was walking out of the door, heading towards the garage. In a short minute Veronica was seated on her motorcycle,and driving down the street to the jet.

Upon arriving she saw the pilot readying
the small plane. She gave a small
smile and climbed aboard.

She took a seat in her favorite chair, and pulled out the case file. A fourth girl was missing with only thirty-six hours left to find her. Soon the short hour had passed. The, oh so famous, black SUV pulled up. And Veronica paid no mind as she returned to studying the case file.

The first to board the plane was Derek Morgan. He was the ultimate playboy, with his good looks, strong build, and sweet charm. Morgan was one of Veronica's best friends, right after Danielle.

Even though she didn't have many friends. Next to come aboard was
the famous Jason Gideon. He was one of the people who even started the BAU.
He was a legend in the flesh, but he wasn't the one who made her jaw drop.

Right after was a boy who was very young.
He had brown hair, small build, and carried himself in a self conscious manner. He was cute, very cute. To most people he didn't look like much. But the boy was the most bizarre and lovely thing Veronica had ever seen.

Her dark brown eyes met with his warm golden ones. He walked over and sat directly across from Veronica. She stuck out her hand, "Hi, my name is Veronica Wayne, but everyone calls me Ronnie. I don't believe we've met."

The boy looked up and swallowed. He took Veronica's hand in his and shook it,
"Doctor Spencer Reid." They pulled apart and Veronica had a smirk on her lips, "That's a cute name, Amour."

At the nickname Reid's face turned a bright shade of red. However before anyone else could catch onto it Hotch boarded the plane, and Reid began talking, all of his small amount of confidence showing through, "His first victim was twenty-six year-old Melissa Kursh. Stab wounds, strangulation-."

He didn't get to finish the sentence before Morgan cut in, "Okay, wait, wait. Backup. First he stabbed her, then strangled her to finish her off?"

"Other way around," Veronica corrected.
Gideon nodded his head and looked toward Reid, "Why do you think he started using the belt with the second murder?" Reid was quick to answer without any hesitation, "Strangling someone with your bear hands isn't as easy as one would believe. He tried, probably found that it took to long, and-."

"So he stabbed her instead," Morgan finished off. Hotch nodded his head in agreement, "And realized it would be hours cleaning up the blood-."

"And next time our boy's got a method. With the belt," finished Veronica, a stern look of concentration on her face.

"He's learning," agreed Gideon, "Perfecting his scenario, becoming a better killer."

Veronica nodded her head and leaned back. Something told her that having these two new people in the team was just the start of something. And she needed to be well rested for it.

An hour or two had passed by and Veronica's eyes fluttered open. Daylight was outside, as well as a SUV, awaiting to take them to the police station.

Veronica took a deep breath and grabbed her go bag, a second later she was in
the car right in between Reid and Gideon. But somehow she was closer to Reid.

She could sense that he was getting flustered and that made a smirk appear on her face. She loved the effect she had on guys like him, it was hilarious to her.

A very short car ride later the BAU was climbing out of the car and heading into the station.  After a quick security check, Morgan stopped Reid, "He never stands with his back to a window, when I was between him and a doorway he asked me to move." 

Reid stopped, "It's hyper vigilance it's not uncommon with Post Trumatic Stress Disorder."

Morgan scoffed, "Just how much disorder are we talking  about?" Before Reid could answer Hotch cut in, "Morgan. It's been six months, everything is okay."  Morgan nodded his head and both him and Hotch walked passed the youngest people working on this case. 

"Hey I'm sorry for him. Morgan just likes things to go smoothly," Veronica apologized on behalf of her friend. 

Reid looked into her eyes, "Uh, don't worry about it.  You didn't do anything."
Veronica nodded her head and walked into the main office space. 

It's was quite big with lots of desk and officers.  Very messy officers at that.  Veronica sigh and turned her attention towards Hotch's introduction, "This is Special Agent Gideon, this Special Agent Morgan, our expert on obsessional crimes.  Special Agent Wayne, our expert on the victims of crimes, and Special Agent Reid."

"Dr. Reid," Gideon corrected while setting down his things. 

"Dr. Reid, and our expert on well everything, and after two years of busting my butt in this office I hope you remember me," Hotch finished out, earning a few laughs throughout the workplace. 

"He's willing to travel with the body," Gideon stated, looking at the board. 
"And he drives a vehicle capable of concealing one," Veronica agreed,  taking her place between Reid and Morgan. 

"One point four seven drivers in Seattle owns and SUV," Reid stated immediately, as if he were reading off Google. 

Veronica was stunned at the statistic, she could barely fathom the fact that Reid even knew that.  Clearly she was wrong before,  there aren't guys like him. 
Maybe he was different, but that was besides the point.  The point was that Reid was smart.  A hell of a lot smarter than Veronica.

"Explorer with tinted windows?" Morgan questioned,  awaiting for Reid to describe the possibilities. 

In less than a second the boy was answering, "Explorers rate higher with women."

"But how do we know it's his car, Ted Bundy drove a BW Buck," Veronica stated, snapping out of her trace.

"What about a Jeep Cherokee?" Hotch responded.

Reid turned around to answer, "Jeeps are more masculine."

Reid then turned around to face the board, with Gideon turning to face the office, "We all know how an Unsub feels about asserting his masculinity."

Hotch walked up to a wall and turned around, "When did the Bureau become involved in the case?"

"After the fourth body, he dumped that one out of state," answered the chief.
Veronica nodded her head, "On purpose."

"If that's so then knowledge of law enforcement does suggest a criminal record," Reid supplied.

Morgan then came up with the counter argument, "Or that he watches television. May I?"

Morgan stuck out his hand,  a second later a thin red case file was placed in his hands.  In an instant he was flipping through the file.

"So you wanna see our suspect list?" questioned the chief of police. 

Hotch shook his head, "No we won't look at a suspect list until after we come up with a profile. It keeps our perspective unbiased."

"When do we sit down with your task force?" Veronica questioned, egar to know when the profile would be needed. 

"Four o'clock," was the answer she didn't want, but indeed recive.  However it wasn't that big of an obsticle, the brunette worked exceptionally well under pressure.

But Morgan thought otherwise, "An accurate profile by four o'clock today?"

Before the chief could provide an answer, Gideon shared the same thought Veronica had, "That's not a problem."

The legend started walking towards another board, with the rest of the BAU team behind him.  Hotch was right on Gideon's heels, "Agent Gideon, where would you like to start?"

The older man stopped and looked back at the people in the room.  Pointing at a picture he answered, "At the site of the last murder."

Veronica nodded her head and watched as Morgan and Gideon left, with an officer taking them to the dump site.

The rest of the team climbed into one of the SUVs and set off towards the victim's house.

Soon enough, Veronica, Hotch, and Reid were inside.  Reid jumped back from the dog barking at him.  Veronica let out a small snicker, but it was enough to earn a glare from her boss. 

The brother of the victim pulled the dog back, "Sandy, no, no, no. I'm so sorry."
"No it's okay. It's what we call the Reid effect," Hotch replied.

This made Veronica actually laugh. She knew that Reid had worked on some cases with Morgan and Hotch, but she didn't know that they were close enough to have Hotch make jokes.  Veronica became apart soon after the accident with Gideon.  So she had never gotten to meet the pair.  But now she has, and she was loving every second of Hotch cracking jokes.

"It happens with childern too. I'm Agent Hotchner.  This is Special Agent Dr. Reid, and Special Agent Wayne."

"You look too young to have gone to medical school," the brother stated, shocked by the term doctor.

Reid swallowed and replied, "They're Ph.D.s. Three of them."

"Are you a genius of something?" he questioned.  Veronica smiled and waited for the answer.

"I don't believe that intelligence can be accurately quantified, but I do have an IQ of one-hundred-eighty-seven, and an eidetic memory, and can read twenty-thousand words per minute."

The red headed brother just stared blankly at Reid.  Veronica smiled, put a hand on Reid shoulder, and answered the man's question, "Yes, he's a genius."

The dog barked again and Reid jumped out of Veronica's touch.  Something pulled at her heart strings, but she decided to let it go.

"Sandy you get a lot of attention, don't you?" Hotch asked, trying to get back on track. 

"Yeah, Heather loves this dog. I feed her when Heather's away. Usually she's fine, but lately she won't eat.  It's almost as if she can sense something's wrong," the brother answered.

"Not sense. Smell," Reid corrected, "Our apocrine sweat gland releases secretions is response to emotional stress."

Veronica rolled her eyes, "Sandy's worried because she knows you are."

The man nodded his head, taking a deep breath to calm him down.  "David, does your sister drive a Datsun Z?" Reid questioned, coming back onto the matter at hand.

"No, but she is in the market for one. How'd you know?" David replied, concern filling his voice.

The golden dog started barking even more as Reid turned around, holding up an advertisement for a car. 

"Come on Sandy," David ushered the dog out of the house.  Reid started to flip through the booklet.  Veronica stepped closer to the boy her age and leaned over his shoulder. He jumped back slightly once he felt her presence and spun around.

"There's an immediate relationship established between a buyer and a seller, a level of trust," Reid explained, clearing his throat and his face showing a small tint of pink. 

"If I want ot coax a young woman into my car," the genius continued before Veronica finished the sentence,  "Offer her a test drive."

Reid and Veronica shared a smile.  Something in Veronica clicked in that moment, but she couldn't quite place what had changed. She decided that it was a problem for another day.

"Shotgun!" she called in a childish manner as she approached the car, while walking out of Heather's house. She jumped in the car, hearing the sound of Hotch and Reid's laughs. 

A short drive later the trio were back in the station, going over and exchanging the information that was found out by both parties.

"Okay, then how about the fact that on one hand, we have paranoid psychosis, but the autopsy protocol says what?" Morgan asked.

Reid, who was spinning in his chair like a little boy, answered, "Adhesive residue shows he put layer after layer of duct tape over his victims' eyes."

"He knows he wants to kill them, but he still covers their eyes," Morgan ranted.  "He doesn't want them looking at him apparently," Veronica stated, trying to fuel his train of thought.

Morgan nodded his head, "Okay, but then he takes the body and dumps it right out in the open, murder weapon nearby."

"Not the M.O. of a paranoid convinced he's being watched or surveilled," Reid stated. 

Veronica shook her head in confusion, "Paranoid psychosis, but behavior that's not paranoid."

"Maybe he's schizophrenic," Hotch supplied, adding more ideas to to table.
Morgan was the one to shake his head this time, "Maybe we just don't have enough for a complete profile."

"We have enough to narrow our list of suspects," Veronica contradicted, still trying to keep the optimism up.

However Morgan wasn't buying it, "We're looking at less than twelve hours to find this woman."

Veronica put her head in her hands and she spoke, "We don't know exactly what-" 

She never got to finish the sentence as Morgan cut her off, "Ronnie we don't know anything!"

Reid opened his mouth to speak, but Gideon beat him to it, "All right enough. Let's tell them we're ready."

"We're ready?" Morgan asked astonished, however Gideon never answered his question and walked straight out of the double doors.

Veronica replaced her head in her hands and took in an excessive amount of air, trying to collect her thoughts.

But the quite only lasted a short sweet second as Morgan turned to Reid, "Reid you're good with this? We've got a woman who's only got a few hours left to live, an incomplete profile and a unit chief on the verge of a nervous breakdown."

"They don't call them nervous breakdowns anymore," Gideon corrected as he quickly walked into the room.  After grabbing something off the table he was gone as quickly as he had came in. 

"It's called a major depressive episode," Reid added in, turning his focus back onto his writing.

"Yeah that's a nice way of putting those shitty moments," Veronica mumbled. 

She thought no one had heard her, but she was mistaken as she saw Reid go stiff at her words. "I know Reid," Morgan stated, turning the attention away from Veronica.

Her good friend took a deep breath and shook his head.  A second later he walked out of the door followed by Hotch. 

Veronica went to leave the room as well, but stopped in her tracks once a hand grabbed her arm gently.  She turned around and met with the warm brown eyes of Spencer Reid.  "What did you mean by that?" he asked, concern and a little hint of something else filling his voice. 

"Don't worry about it. That's a tale for another time, in the long future away," Veronica smiled.  Reid only nodded his head as he left go of his loose grip.

He walked out of the door and as soon as his presence was gone a slight ache formed in Veronica's heart.  It was only there for a split second, coming and going in a flash.  The brunette rubbed her eyes and inhaled.  She pushed through the door, and once it closed, Veronica leaned back, with her arms crossed, listening intently on everything coming out fo Gideon's mouth.

"The Unidentified Subject is a white male and in his late twenties. He's someone you wouldn't notice at first. He's someone who'd blend into any crowd. The violent nature of the crime suggests a previous criminal record, petty crimes, maybe auto theft." 

Veronica nodded along in agreement as Gideon continued to speak, "We've classified him as an organized killer. Careful. Psychopathic as opposed to psychotic. He follows the news, he has good hygiene. He's smart. 'Cause he's smart the only physical evidence you'll find is what he wants you to find." 

"He's mobile, car in good condition. Our guess: Jeep Cherokee, tinted windows. The murders have all involved rapes, but rape without penetration.  Is a form of piquerism, and that tells us he's sexually inadequate.  Psychiatric evaluations will show a history of paranoia, stemming from a childhood trauma. Death of a parent or family member, and now he feels persecuted and watched," the older man continued. 

Veronica blinked blankly as he kept giving more information, "Murder gives him a sense of power. Organized killers have a fascination with law enforcement. They will inject themselves into the investigation. They will even come forward as witnesses to see just how much the police really know. That makes them feel powerful, in control. Which is why I also think, in fact I know, you have already interviewed him." 

Veronica swallowed hard at that last statement. If that was true them they were a hell of a lot closer to finding this man than she had originally thought.  It was going to be easier finding this girl.  That's what really mattered to Veronica.

She wanted to save lives, she wanted to do for other people what she couldn't do for her family.  Saving people gave her a purpose. It was the only purpose she had in her life.  Without this job she would be nothing, just a poor orphan with no goals to reach.  But she did have this job, and finding this woman would help Veronica sleep a little more soundly at night. 

Hours had passed, everyone looking through every file, every person, every victim.  And they had found just the man they were looking for.  A smirk was set on Veronica's lips as they pulled up to the house.  Cop cars were everywhere now, the S.W.A.T. team loading up and driving off.  She hopped out of the car and pulled her black leather jacket over herself.  Trying to keep out to slightly chilly air. 

Approaching the house, with Reid following slightly behind, she gave a nod to the officers passing by.  Hotch stepped passed Veronica and opened up the front door.

"I'm going up," he stated, running up the staircase.  Veronica entered the house and went into the living room, she searched the walls and found nothing of use.  Out of the corner of her eye she noticed Reid start to walk out of the room.  As if it was a habit she followed instantly. 

"There's no sign of the girl here. We can arrest him with probable cause, but we won't be able to hold him," Reid stated as Gideon walked through the door. 

Veronica let out a huff of air and turned away.  She knew that she needed to find evidence, and very fast.  The brunette walked down the hall and up the stairs.  As she reached the top of the stairs Hotch was on his way down. 

"See if you can find anything that puts him with the victims," her boss instructed.
Veronica nodded her head, "Will do boss."

She entered the room, or attic would be a better description, it was messy and all out of place.  Richard clearly wasn't that hygienic when it came to where he slept at night. 

Rolling her eyes at the disgust she started to go through his things, as creepy as that may sound.  Veronica noticed a board game laying on a small table.  It as one of the games she had used to play with her father.  She put her head in her hands and stayed there for a minute.  She was in a trance thinking about where this killer would put his evidence. 

A hand touched her shoulder and she spun around, a gasp escaping from her lips.  "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," Reid apologized.

"It's all good. Glad you came up here Amour, I'm at a loss," Veronica replied. 
Reid nodded his head and started to look through the things along with the brunette. 

"Um why do you call me that," the doctor questioned.

Veronica let out a slight laugh, "Well it means love.  And that's exactly what you are. I'm surrounded by alpha males, and here you are being different from everyone else.  You're a love to be around."

Reid's face became  a slight shape of pink.
"Sorry if that sounds corny," Veronica stated with a slight giggle.  Reid shook his head, "It's fine. Makes sense actually."

A warm buzzing feeling entered Veronica's heart at that moment. She didn't know why, but she did know that this boy in front of her was already special and dear to her.  She didn't like the thought of letting someone else close, but a friend would be good. 

She did need more of those, because as of right now she only had three.  And all of the were way older than her.  So someone around her age was nice.  Hopefully it would last.

A few minutes went by and Gideon had joined the pair.  After that they all found themselves staring at the board game.  Something about it was off. And they just need to figure out what that something was exactly. 

Footsteps could be heard coming up the stairs. No one said a word as Greenaway approached.  Veronica knew who she was, the girl was trying to become apart of the BAU.  Veronica wasn't totally opposed to the idea.  She liked having to work around all guys, not for the reason of them being males, but for the reason that everything went smoother.  However having another girl on the team didn't seem bad, and Veronica was willing to play nice. 

"What kind of game is it?" Greenaway questioned, her voice sounding lost. 
As always Reid had an answer, "In China, it's called Wei-Chi. Here we call call it Go.  It's considered to be the most difficult board game ever conceived."

"Chairman Mao required his generals to learn it," Gideon added in.  Veronica stared at the board as Reid continued to speak, "It also looks like he's playing himself."

"How can you tell," asked Greenaway, still trying to figure out what the game meant. 
Veronica was the one to answer this time.  Spinning to board she spoke, "This might provide an advantage actually. Go is considered to be a particulary physchologially revealing game. There are profiles for every player. The conservative, point counter, the aggressor, the finesser."

"What kind of player is Slessman?" questioned Veronica's boss, who she had just noticed was in the room with her.
The girl swallowed and then answered looking at the board, "Extreme aggerssor."

Hotch and Gideon nodded and made their way down stairs.  Greenaway followed closely behind and Reid gave Veronica a look.  It was a look of ashtonishment and admiration. 

She simply shrugged her shoulders, "I know about the game Amour, I used to play with my father."

Reid smiled and with a nod of his head he then too walked down the stairs. Taking one last look at the board game, Veronica then left to room. 

Walking down the stairs to the living room Veronica could hear Morgan talking, "Okay, here we go."

Upon entering the room, Veronica could see that he was typing away on a computer.  A second later a big number six popped up.

"What's with the number six at the bottom of the screen?" Greenaway asked.
Veronica rolled her eyes.  She asked way to many questions, in her opinion if she wanted in the BAU she needed to know these simple things.  Sure Veronica was a very smart girl, but Greenaway should know this.  She was starting to revoke the being nice card.

"Number of password attempts before the program wipes the hard drive," Veronica answered, the slight annoyance laced in her tone of voice.

Clearly not catching onto the smart answer she turned to Morgan, "There could be an email or journal in the computer, something that tells us where Heather is. Do you think you could break in?"

"In six tries?" Morgan asked in disbelief, shaking his head with a sarcastic laugh.
"Try again. Fail again. Fail better," Gideon said, a smirk playing on his lips.

Reid nodded his head rapidly, "Samuel Beckett."

Morgan looked back at the two, eyebrows schrunched together, "Try not. Do or do not."

"Yoda," Veronica stated, loving the reference to one of her all time favorite movie universes.

Gideon stared for a second, then he turned around and faced the small bookshelf, hanging on the wall. He pulled a book out and looked at the cover, then he started flipping through it. 

A newspaper artical was tucked inside, but it wasn't just any article.  The article had Gideon plastered on it; it was about the event that had put him out for six months.

"I wanna talk to him," Gideon stated, something in his eyes changing ever so slightly. 

A half-hour had passed and Veronica found herself back upstairs, in the attic of a room.  Morgan was the only other agent in the house, everyone else was at the station trying to figure out who the second killer was. 

Veronica had chosen to stay behind and help crack the password.  Morgan was doing the same.  She could hear Morgan talking to Reid, because he had just arrived, about CD's.  A second later Morgan was upstairs looking around. 
A few minutes had gone by and Morgan had been pacing for all of them.

"Bud you have to calm down a little bit," Veronica stated leaning her head against the arm of the green chair.  The attic was burning with heat, which in turn had caused the brunette to take off her jacket and tie her hair back into a messy ponytail. 

"Oh come on Ronnie, I need a password. I need a password. What am I looking for, what could I possibly be looking for?" Morgan sighed, thinking out loud. He slumped down in a chair.  Reid then came walking up the stairs, "I've been thinking about the CD's."

"Oh, Reid, come on. We've tried the CD's. We searched, sifted, and sorted through every one of this guy's headbanging heavy metal collections. We gotta find something or this girl is dead," Morgan interjected. 

Reid sat crouched down next to Veronica, "I think we may have missed the obvious."

"What are you doing," Veronica asked, scooting closer. Just then the disk drive of the laptop opened, revealing a CD.  All three of the agents looked at one another in shock. Veronica had a smile plastered all over her face.

"Reid, what made you think of this?" Morgan questioned, surprise in his voice. 

"It was the only empty case," He answered in a split second.

Veronica cupped Reid's face in her hands and smiled, "You're an Einstein."
Reid's face blushed red as Morgan looked at the CD. "All right, I'm an insomniac who listens to metallica to go to sleep at night. What song could possibly speak to me?" Morgan thought aloud once more.

Veronica blinked and then answered, "Enter Sandman."

Both Morgan and Reid looked at the girl in agreement.  Veronica turned the laptop to face her and she began typing in the song name. A second later the homepage of the computer opened up.  The girl began digging through every single file until she came across something that looked really promising.  She clicked the link and up popped a livestream.  It was Heather.  She was alive. 

She had duct tape over her eyes and chains around her hands. She was locked inside a metal kennel.  Just like the kennel that she had when she was training her dog, Lucas.  However Heather was alive and that gave Veronica some hope, "Morgan call Gideon."

Her friend did as he was told and pulled out his flip phone. A moment later the phone was up to his ear and Morgan began to speak, "Gideon, Heather's alive."
Veronica could here muffled talking on the other in but couldn't make out what was being said.

"Because we're watching her right now," Morgan responded. 

Veronica leaned forward, her elbows resting on her knees. Her thigh was pressing into Reid's, as they were sharing a seat.  Normally she would be on edge at the sight in front of her, but for some reason she felt calm, maybe it was because she was sitting so close to someone who had been pulling at her heart strings all day, but she immediately ruled out that possiblity.  It was insane for her to think such a thought. So she pushed it out of her mind. 

"Ronnie can you show me the last twelve images lined up next to each other?" Reid asked, using her nickname for the first time ever.

Veronica nodded her head, "Yeah."
Typing away on the keyboard twelve pictures pulled up on the screen.

"Right there," Reid stated pointing at the screen, "Right there, you see that? The light bulb hanging from the wire?"

"Yeah what about it," Morgan asked.
Veronica caught onto what Reid was getting at, "It's shifting positions, like its swaying. Like the Earth is tilting."

Morgan then caught onto what was going on, "Not the Earth, the ocean." 

The three agents nodded their heads.  Veronica stood up and started to pace around the room.  Morgan got on the phone with Hotch and told him the recently found out information. 

A few minutes went by and Veronica noticed something about the video feed changing.  He was inside.  The second killer was inside and opening up the cage. 

"Reid, he's inside. Get Elle on the phone," Veronica stated.  Reid did as he was told and pulled out his cellphone. 

Morgan took the phone from the boy and started talking the the other agent, "Listen to me. You need to wait for backup."  A second went by and Morgan spoke again, "And if we had waited in Boston-"  he was cut off by Elle's words.  A second later Morgan dropped his phone from his ear and rubbed his head.

Veronica stood up once more and headed downstairs. Once down the stairs she opened the front door. Veronica stepped out into the cold night air.  She filled her lungs with the cool oxygen, exhaling a second later. 

After sitting there for a short while she felt the presence of someone else, sliding against the wall to sit next to her.  She looked over and saw that it was Reid. 

"They found her, alive," was all the boy said.  "Good, means I can shut my eyes and know that we saved a life today.  You did good," Veronica responded, letting out another huge huff of air.

"You know, for as long as I have been in the FBI I have never came across someone like you.  It's incredible actually. The way you don't let anyone close, but yet you put so much faith into everyone around you.  You can never really pick what side you want to be on, so you're both," Reid admitted.

Veronica let out a laugh, "Damn you really got all that from one day.  I thought the rule of the BAU was to never profile one another."

"I'm not profiling you. I'd never do that, I have been simply making observations," Reid protested.

Veronica looked at the rising sun as she spoke words she never thought she could say, "I like you Amour, maybe we will be the best of friends."

Reid laughed a warm laugh. It was full of life and made Veronica smile.  They two young adults sat there grinning at one an other for a while. Neither one of them wanting to let the moment of a new friendship get away from them. 

After the trip down at the shipyard, the whole team was back on the jet. Flying home to Virgina. Veronica was reading a book and smiling to herself as Reid had fell asleep next to her.  He was curled up like a baby, breathing soundly.  Veronica felt calm, at peace with herself.  She liked this new team.  Hopefully the feeling would never fade. 

Upon landing Veronica said goodbye to the men she worked with and hopped on her motorcycle.  She drove home and entered her house.

Lucas followed her every move, in the manner in which he was trained to protect. She passed by her framed photos of her family, smiling to herself.  She took a shower, brushed her teeth, and climbed into her bed.  After a few moments she drifted off into sleep, another day and another case beginning tomorrow.