"she is screaming for me to help, and i'm not there"

It was six more hours of retracing their steps and looking over suspects and adjusting the profile and looking for the truck, hoping for a break in the case. It was three in the morning and everyone was exhausted, but they weren't slowing down. They were wide awake and running on countless cups of coffee. The longer they went without finding something helpful, the worse they all became.

Reid stared at the map, trying to find a hint in the geographical profile. JJ stood by his side, and when he started pulling at his hair in frustration, she took his hand.

"We'll find her, Spence," she said softly. Despite her own feelings, JJ did her best to keep her head. She had plenty of practice dealing with families who were missing their children, and that was what Florence was like to them.

"But what if we don't?" Reid asked, closing his eyes. "W - what if we—"

JJ cut him off by hugging him tightly. He tucked his head in her shoulder and stopped trying to fight off the tears he had yet to shed. She was also doing her best not to think about her last real conversation with Florence on the plane ride back. She had confessed to no longer wanting to die, and now she was on the brink of it. It tore JJ apart to think about it.

In another room, Morgan sat on the phone with Garcia, keeping her company while she tried to get a lock on the video while he looked through past crime reports that fit the profile.

"Are Prentiss, Rossi, and Hotch still..." Garcia trailed off, sniffing.

"Yeah," he said, sighing. "They keep watching it to see if they catch something new. I don't think there's anything else to get from it though."

"God, I couldn't even stomach it the first time," she mumbled, wiping her eyes. "And her screams at the end? D - Derek, she's just a kid. She's my baby girl and I can't - I can't lose her."

Garcia started to cry all over again and Moran tried to comfort her the best he could over the phone. It was difficult though, as he himself was trying not to lose hope as well.

"Help — HOTCH! PLEASE!"

"Again," Hotch said, not taking his eyes away from the screen. He had removed his bracelet from Florence and had been anxiously toying with it in his hands.

"Aaron," Dave said softly. "You're torturing yourself. We've altered the profile as much as we can with what's in the video."

"He's right," Prentiss said, sighing. She flipped through the notes they had made while rewatching the video. "Let's turn it off and focus on what we know."

Hotch still didn't look away from the screen. Rossi sent a look to Prentiss, who nodded before closing the laptop. Rossi put a hand on his shoulder.

"After Foyet, she told me that she trusted me with her life," Hotch said, closing his eyes. "And now it's in danger and I can't find her. She is screaming for me to help, and I'm not there."

"If anyone in the world can find her, it's this team," Rossi told Hotch. "You cannot give up hope, right now. That's what the unsub wanted by sending us the video. We'll find her, Hotch."

"But in what condition?" he asked, his voice cracking. He clenched his eyes shut and took in a deep breath. Prentiss and Rossi stepped to the side to let him collect himself. "Alright. Let's get back to the others.

It was a few more hours of work before Garcia finally called them back with a lead.

"Tell me you traced the video," Morgan answered, desperation clear in his voice.

"No, but I didn't call for nothing," she replied. "I might have something."

"I'm putting you on speaker, Baby Girl."

"Okay, so as previously stated, there's a ridiculously long list of men in New York with tragic backstories and criminal records. But I may have found him."

"Go on," Hotch said, as he leaned against a chair and rubbed his forehead.

"In 1975, a six-year-old Ned Halliwell was found alone in his house with his teenage sister's body, who died while watching him for the weekend. Authorities think that he was with her body for three full days. He sat and watched her body for three days. I looked up crime scene photos and she is dressed exactly like the other victims and Florence in the video. Not only that, but she was found in the exact same position that the bodies have been placed. And guess what color her hair was? That's right — pink. Halliwell has a history that starts with vandalism and killing birds but ends with assault charges."

"That's gotta be him," Prentiss said.

"Address?" Rossi asked. Everyone was already grabbing their guns and vests.

"An hour away in Upstate New York, but it'll be faster with the sirens. I just sent it to each of you."

"Good work, Garcia."

"Just please bring her back alive."

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Florence had never felt worse. She was beaten and bruised, and horribly cut up on her arms and stomach. It had been a long time since she could last feel her left arm. At the times when she felt strong enough to open her eyes, she could only focus on the pool of her blood at her feet. Breathing was difficult and so was her ability to think positively.

Florence was beginning to give up on the fact that the others might find her. She had no idea where she was or really how long she had been there. She felt weak and pathetic, but most of all she was kicking herself because the last thing the team would hear from her would be her screams. It was horrible, knowing that they had to watch.

So when the door opened again, she didn't give a shit. Florence didn't have the energy to snap at him or even look at him. When she felt his hand graze her bruised cheek, she clenched her eyes shut.

"Have you finally learned your manners?"

She only whimpered in response.

"Don't worry, Baby Doll. I'm almost finished with you."

Just as he ran his hands through her now shortened hair, he cursed. Florence strained to hear over the blood pounding in her ears, and just barely, she could make out the sound of sirens. She laughed humorlessly and some blood dripped down her chin. Her eyes met his own, which were filled with panic.

"You're going to jail, bitch."

"Be quiet!" he hissed.

The unsub stood behind her and grabbed her hair tightly. With his other hand, he grabbed the scissors he had used to cut her hair and held them up to her throat just as Morgan kicked the door down. Morgan, Rossi, and Hotch ran in the room, guns raised. Florence could see Prentiss just past the door.

"Ned Halliwell, stand down," Hotch ordered, glaring fiercely at him.

"One more move and I stab her in the neck," Halliwell threatened. He pulled harder on her hair, which pulled against her chains, making Florence gasp for air. Each time she took a deep breath, she could feel the sharp point of the scissors on her skin. He was shielding his body with hers, meaning none of them could get a shot in.

"You won't do that," Rossi said. Florence looked at him with wide eyes, hoping that he didn't say the wrong thing. "We know why you're doing this. We know about your sister. You've already messed it up once with Florence. You ruined her face. It won't be the same if you don't suffocate her like the others."

Halliwell hesitated before dropping the scissors. Florence thought she was out of the woods, but instead, he wrapped a hand around her throat and tightened his grip.

"I'd say strangulation is close enough," Halliwell replied. His hold grew even tighter, and Florence started to see black spots in her vision.

Florence closed her eyes and mustered what little strength and range of motion she had. She jerked her head harshly, which caught Halliwell off guard. What caught him more off guard was when she bit down on his hand.

He screamed and yanked her head to the side with the chain, cutting off her air supply. "You bitc—"

He didn't finish as Hotch shot a bullet through his head. Rossi and Morgan ran to his body to make sure he was dead while Hotch ran to Florence, Prentiss soon following. Prentiss unchained her arms while Hotch removed the chain from around her neck. Her body fell as soon as she was freed, but he caught her.

"Boy, am I hap—" Florence cut herself off with a slew of violent coughs. "—py to see you, H - Hopscotch."

She leaned her head against his chest weakly as he carried her out of the place she had been kept in.

"Florence, keep your eyes open," Hotch ordered when he saw her drifting off.

Her eyes fluttered, but she didn't have it in her to open them. "Kn - knew you'd save me."

"Look at me, Florence. We're almost to the ambulance. Open your eyes."

"Tired," she mumbled before going into a coughing fit again.

Hotch cursed as she went limp in his arms just as he reached the EMTs. They quickly got her on the gurney and checked her vitals. He didn't even think before hopping in to ride with her to the hospital. Prentiss nodded to Hotch, letting him know that they'd close up the crime scene and then come to the hospital later.

With the ambulance flying through the traffic, Hotch had nothing to do but worry and watch as they tried to keep Florence alive.

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Florence felt a lot better the next time she woke up, but definitely like shit. Whatever drugs they had pumping through the IV that she could feel in her hand likely was what was stopping her from feeling most of the pain. When she finally felt like opening her eyes, she couldn't help but weakly smile.

The entire team had crammed into her small hospital room. Morgan, Garcia, Reid, and JJ were all asleep on the floor and leaning against each other and the wall. Prentiss was sitting in one of the chairs, but her body was laying across the end of the bed as she slept. Hotch and Rossi took up the other two chairs which were to the right of her head. There were also lots of stuffed animals and balloons.

She glanced at the clock on the wall and saw that it was only eleven in the morning. They must have been exhausted for them to all be sleeping, and that made her reconsider waking them up. But Florence was thirsty and though tired, very bored. She wiggled her leg, and the motion was enough to wake up Prentiss. She was disoriented for a moment before she looked at Florence and grinned.

"Hey there, Kiddo. Guys, she's up."

Slowly, they each woke up and crowded around her bed. They all looked tired, and their eyes were red from crying, but they smiled at her nonetheless.

"Oh, Cutie Pie, I am so glad you are okay," Garcia said, taking her hand and kissing it. "How do you feel?"

Florence opened her mouth to talk, but ended up coughing. Prentiss handed her a cup of water, which helped a little.

"Like shit," she replied. Then she frowned. Talking hurt a lot and her voice was hoarse and scratchy.

"You shouldn't be talking," JJ stated. "They said you have a lot of damage to your trachea and esophagus."

Florence nodded in understanding.

"A silent Ren? I have no idea what that world is gonna look like," Morgan teased, earning a playful glare from her.

"Your other injuries include several cuts and bruises, a busted lip, two broken ribs, a dislocated shoulder, and your left arm is broken. They'll put a cast on it in a few days when the swelling goes down," Reid listed off. "You lost a lot of blood and have a concussion, so you'll likely feel lightheaded for some time."

Florence swallowed thickly and sat up with assistance from Garcia. She opened her mouth to talk, but stopped as soon as she felt the strain in her throat. She rolled her eyes in annoyance and pouted as she rubbed her sore throat.

"Know how you're always saying that you think people with eyebrow scars look cool?" Prentiss said. "Well, on the bright side, you're gonna look pretty badass."

Florence narrowed her eyes and gently touched her left eyebrow. She was met with a thick bandaged covering it. She sighed and looked down at her lap. Then she looked around the room and held her hand up to her ear like a cellphone. Garcia started to dig through her purse before handing hers to her.

"Yours got broken but we'll get you a new one as soon as you go home."

No one said anything else as she opened up the camera to examine her face. She had a busted lip and a few small cuts, which were covered up. Most of her neck was bandaged in white gauze, but peeking out the top of it were dark bruises in the shape of a hand. She knew without looking that the rest of her body looked as horrible as it felt and just as bandaged and bruised as her face. She sighed again and pulled up the notes app to type out a question.

What happened?

The team shared a look before Prentiss spoke up. "Sweetie, what all do you remember?"

Being in that place. How long was I there?

"It's Monday," Reid told her. "You were there for three days."

"We were already on a plane to New York when we got the call that you were taken," JJ said, frowning. "Your friends immediately knew something was wrong."

"We didn't stop til we found you," Morgan told her. "Don't ever scare us like that again, Sunshine."

I'll try, she typed out. Where there any other girls before me?

"Maybe we should wait until you're better to discuss the details of the case," Rossi said. Everyone else on the team seemingly agreed, so Florence dropped it.

Then a nurse came into the room and saw that she was awake. Her name was Megan and she quickly ushered everyone out of the room so that she could check Florence's vitals and bandages. She stayed silent through it all and looked away, not wanting to see the damage.

Because of Florence's concussion, Megan decided that she could only have one visitor at a time. She didn't need to be surrounded by a lot of people talking. Everyone was anxiously waiting outside when Megan left the room. She quickly explained the visitation policy, which annoyed most of them, but they understood.

"She asked for a... hopscotch?"

Rossi chuckled and pat Hotch on the back, who headed back inside while Megan went to inform the doctor of her progress. Florence greeted him with a sad smile as he took a seat next to her. She thought he looked exhausted and absolutely miserable, and it made her feel bad.

Before he could even think of anything to say, Florence was opening her mouth, wincing as she prepared to speak. "I'm... sorry."

Hotch looked at her, truly baffled. "What on Earth could you possibly be apologizing for?" he asked.

"That video. Wasn't... fair of me," she croaked out. "If I died, the last... thing you heard was me... screaming your name—" Florence cut herself off and held her throat, which was throbbing.

Hotch's eyes watered as he watched her struggle to talk. "Florence, you were scared and he was torturing you. It was only instinct to call out for someone that you love and trust to protect you. I'm only sorry that I couldn't find you in time."

Hotch put his head in his hands. Florence used her good arm to reach out and grab his wrist. "I'm... alive because of you."

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The team had stayed the entire day and night in the hospital — none of them wanted to go to the hotel and leave Florence. They took turns spending time in her room. On Tuesday morning, they gave Jess and Chandler a chance to see her. While they were apologizing at length about losing her, Doctor Barnes was filling the team in about her condition.

"We should be able to get the cast on her arm later today," he stated, glancing at his chart. "The swelling has gone down greatly."

"She told me to ask for a blue one," Garcia told him.

"Not pink?" JJ asked, raising an eyebrow.

Garcia frowned and looked down at her lap. Morgan took her hand in a comforting manner. "She uh, said she doesn't really like pink anymore." No one said anything, knowing why she had decided to change her favorite color.

Doctor Barnes cleared his throat and continued on. "Someone will need to take her prescriptions and get them filled."

"I'll cover them," Rossi offered.

"It'll be several weeks before I recommend she return to work. And once she's discharged, she'll need to be under someone's care for the first week. Does she have any relatives that can come pick her up?"

"You can sign her out to me. One of us will stay with her," Hotch informed. It was a unanimous agreement that they would all help take care of Florence once she came home. They all had leave that they could take. They would switch shifts and stay in Florence's spare bedroom.

"When do you think she'll be able to leave?" JJ asked.

"Perhaps by tomorrow evening. I'll set up an appointment with a doctor in Quantico to have her stitches removed in two weeks, and the cast comes off in eight weeks. Encourage her to stay off her feet. She lost a lot of blood and it's just going to be a long time before she is back to normal."

"Thank you, Doctor Barnes," Rossi said, nodding. "Anything else?"

He paused for a moment and sighed. "In your line of work, I'm sure you all know very well how traumatic this has been for someone so young. She woke up screaming several times last night, which of course is bad for her throat damages. If she's alright with it, I'd recommend she sees a therapist or at least talk with someone who has been through a similar situation once her more severe injuries are healed."

They all knew that the mental recovery would be just as hard, if not more difficult than the physical.

"The Bureau offers counseling services to all of its agents," Morgan told him. "We'll all keep an eye on her and let her know that it could help to talk to someone."

"Good," Doctor Barnes said. "I'd also appreciate it if any of you could get her to stop trying to talk for the next two days. Florence is very stubborn and she doesn't seem to take mine or any of the nurses' warnings about it very seriously."

"We got her the whiteboard," Garcia said, frowning. "She just hates how long it takes for her to write things down."

"Well, I'm sure she'd also hate permanent damage to her voice," he said, adjusting his glasses. He glanced through her chart one more time. "I believe that's all for now. I'll be back in the afternoon to check on her and determine whether she can get her cast or not."

Each of them thanked Doctor Barnes several times before he went to attend to other patients. Eventually, Jess and Chandler finished their time with Florence and left the hospital. They told them that she was sleeping, so they all remained in the waiting room. They took turns joking about ways to get Florence to stop talking. Garcia suggested duct tape, but Hotch was sure she'd keep trying to talk even with it on her mouth.

After a few minutes, Prentiss got a phone call from an unknown number. Rossi was the first to notice her frowning at her phone.

"Who is it?"

"No idea," she said, shrugging before answering. "Hello? Who is this?" After a few seconds, her eyes grew wide. "Oh."

"What?" Reid asked.

"It's Reggie. Ren must've given him my number for emergencies," she muttered while putting him on speaker. "Reggie, Florence's phone is broken. That's why you haven't been able to get a hold of her."

"Is she okay?" he asked, his voice sounding very high pitched. "W - we're at Julie's house and her dad has the news on and they're talking ab - about this guy and then they said that - they said that he had kidnapped and killed a bunch of girls. Then they put up Ren's picture and said - they said she had been taken but then you guys found her. They didn't say anything about h - how she is. She's okay, right? There's this clip of her being carried out of the house and she's covered in blood. Oh god, please tell me she's okay."

As the adults listened to him go on, they realized he was crying.

"I can't believe we didn't think to tell him," Garcia whispered to Morgan guiltily.

Morgan scoffed and shrugged. "I mean, I don't even think it's that serious. Have they even said I love you?" Garcia playfully rolled her eyes and shoved him.

"Reggie, this is Hotch. Florence is safe. She's in the hospital with very extensive injuries," he explained. "They are planning on releasing her tomorrow, and then we'll be on our way back to Virginia."

Reggie sighed in relief. "She's alright. Guys, they said she's okay." He must have been talking to other people instead of them on the phone. He sniffled softly before addressing them. "Thank god. Uh, can I talk to her, please?"

"I'm sorry kid," Prentiss said, frowning. "She's had a lot of damage to her throat. They don't want her talking for another day or two."

"Oh," he said, his tone deflating.

"We'll keep you updated, Reggie," Garcia told him. "If anything changes, I'll call you. We'll let you know when she's out of the hospital, and if she feels up to it when she gets back home, you can come to visit. And I'll tell her that you called and are worried about her."

Reggie sniffed again. They couldn't see him but clearly, he was still upset over the whole thing. They were sure not being able to hear her voice made it even worse. "Okay. Thank you. A - and thank you for finding her."

"Of course," Prentiss said. "And thank you for calling to check on her."

Once he hung up, JJ sighed. "I kind of feel bad that none of us thought to call him. Imagine finding out your girlfriend got kidnapped by a serial killer and you had to find out from the news. And once you find out she's in the hospital, you still can't talk to her. I bet he's just a mess."

"He's with his friends," Rossi said. "Maybe they'll take his mind off of it."

"I don't know. I met them once," Garcia said. "They're an emotional bunch, and that drummer sure likes to cry."

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Florence felt pure joy when she was discharged from the hospital. As soon as it was allowed, JJ helped her change into a loose shirt and pair of pajama pants so that nothing was tight around her bandages. Morgan pushed her in a wheelchair out of the building and to the SUV. Hotch, Morgan, and Garcia would be driving back with her while the others took the jet back.

She was sporting a brand new light blue cast, which was annoying considering that it hadn't even been that long since the last time she broke her arm. The whole team had signed it, as well as the nurses that had helped her the last few days. This time, she was under strict instructions from Morgan not to go bonking any serial killers over the head with it.

While they drove, the rest of the team went to her apartment to clean it and get it ready for her to come home. Reid had set up a station next to her bed with all of her medicines and a chart of what times she would need to take it. JJ displayed all her balloons and stuffed animals they had gotten her in the gift shop. Prentiss had washed and changed out her sheets to make sure the bed would be comfy. Rossi was in her kitchen and making a fresh batch of linguine, knowing it would be soft enough for Florence to eat and not irritate her throat — the whole team would be staying over for dinner of course. Jessica was going to even bring Jack over later because Florence wanted to see him.

The first thing Florence did when she got back home was shower. She had been in a hospital bed for days and felt super gross. She was in far too much pain to be embarrassed when she needed Garcia's help. After the shower and changing into a comfy t-shirt and some shorts, Florence was exhausted. She didn't have plans to get out of her bed until it was time to eat. JJ helped her prop up on the pillows. She also helped Florence pull her hair up in a scrunchie — it was difficult with her cast, and it also was too short now to make a full ponytail much to her annoyance. Then Florence grabbed the stuffed Scrappy-Doo on her bed to hold.

They all smiled at her, happy that she was back home and safe. Seeing her in that hospital bed had been horrible, but she already looked better than she had a few days ago.

"Do you want to go to sleep?" Prentiss asked, sitting on the end of her bed. "Or I can put on a movie for you."

"Hmm, Barbie and the Twelve Dancing Princesses," she said, smiling softly. Florence was allowed to talk again, but only in small amounts. And if she felt any discomfort, she was supposed to stop.

Once the movie was put on, they all dispersed around Florence's apartment. Garcia and Morgan stayed back in her room in case she needed anything — but also to watch the movie. They were only ten minutes in before Garcia sat up.

"Oh, do you want me to call Reggie and tell him you're home? Or are you too tired for him to come over?"

Florence nodded while squeezing Scrappy. "Yeah, I wanna see him."

Garcia nudged Morgan, making sure he didn't make an annoying comment about Florence's boyfriend in his typical big brother fashion. She then left the room to call him so as to not disturb the movie.

Reggie had made it to Florence's apartment in just under fifteen minutes, having slightly gone over the speed limit. He practically ran to her place, where he was greeted by the whole BAU team. Prentiss got off the couch to lead him back to her room. While she did, she went over Florence's injuries.

"So, no hugging her tightly, and don't kiss her. Her lip doesn't need to get infected," she instructed, while Reggie nodded in understanding. He was practically bouncing, ready to just see Florence safe and alive with his own eyes. "And don't let how she looks freak you out."

"I - I don't care how she looks," he stuttered out.

Prentiss chuckled and shook her head. "No, I know. I mean, she's really bruised up and covered in a lot of bandages. Don't let it worry you. Florence really is going to be okay. I know you've been worried about that since you couldn't talk with her over the phone."

When Reggie stepped through the door, Florence's face lit up — which the adults thought was very adorable. Garcia and Morgan got off her bed while Reggie ran around to Florence's side. He crouched down next to her and held her hand that wasn't in a cast.

"Hi," Florence said in her scratchy tone.

"H - hi," Reggie said back, his eyes already starting to tear up. He reached his other hand up and brushed his thumb across her cheek. "You're okay. I'm so glad you're okay. God, I - I was so scared and I didn't know what was happening to you. I do - don't know what I'd done if I'd lost you. I love you so much and I can't even - even think about — Just, thank god you're okay."

He pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, and Florence's eyes fluttered shut. A soft smile graced her face and she tilted her head.

"You love me?"

Reggie looked down at her and brushed her cheek again. "I - I know I say a lot of stupid things without thinking them through, but that wasn't one of them. I love you Florence."

Florence felt like her heart was about to jump out of her chest, and this time it wasn't out of fear that she would be murdered. She smiled and leaned into his hand on her cheek. "I love you too."

"For reals?" he asked, grinning brightly.

Florence nodded. "Yeah. I think I'd even pick you over Derek the shoe cobbler in Barbie in the Twelve Dancing Princesses."

Reggie laughed lightly and kissed the top of her head again. "I'd kiss you if I wasn't absolutely terrified by Agent Prentiss."

The two nineteen-year-olds seem to be in their own little bubble, completely ignoring the group of FBI agents standing in the door.

"Should we maybe give them some privacy?" Prentiss asked, though she made no move to leave. None of them did.

"That was the most adorable thing in the world," Garcia whispered, leaning against Morgan. "Derek, how can you not love them together?"

"Eh," he said, shrugging. He didn't want to admit out loud that it was kind of cute to watch. "And no way am I leaving them alone right after they said I love you for the first time. I know what that means."

Prentiss couldn't help but laugh. "Morgan, she has two broken ribs and a concussion. They're not gonna do anything except cuddle and watch a Barbie movie."

"Don't care," he muttered.

Garcia snorted and shared a look with Prentiss. They both put a hand on Morgan and started shoving him towards the living room. He dragged his feet, but eventually, he threw himself down on the couch and sighed.

"What put you in a bad mood?" Rossi asked him, smiling in amusement.

"Reggie told Florence that he loved her," Garcia said, smiling dreamily. "And she loves him back!"

"Get used to him, Morgan. I did. He isn't going anywhere," Hotch told him, smirking.

Morgan made a face and rolled his eyes. "Doesn't mean I have to like it."

They left Florence and Reggie alone for the duration of the Barbie movie. Now that she was safe and at home, they could take the time to relax. After a while, there was a knock on the door.

"That should be Jessica with Jack," Hotch said, getting up to let them in.

"Daddy!" Jack exclaimed, jumping into his arms as soon as he saw them.

"Hey, Buddy," Hotch said, smiling as he hugged his son. Then he looked at Jessica. "Thank you for bringing him. Would you like to stay for dinner?"

"Thanks for the offer, but I'm gonna head home," she said, smiling. Then she showed off a big box in her hands, that was wrapped in shiny gold wrapping paper. "The front desk attendant said that this was dropped off for Florence. Think someone sent her a gift."

Everyone looked at the return address on the box and grinned.

"Jack, do you wanna go see Florence and give her this gift?" Hotch asked him, and he nodded. "Remember though that she's a little hurt, so you can't hug her tight like you normally do."

Jack nodded in understanding. Jessica handed the present off to Garcia before bidding them goodbye. Since it was almost time for dinner, the whole team went back to get Florence and also watch her open the gift. Like Prentiss had said, Morgan had nothing to worry about leaving Florence and Reggie alone. He had crawled in her bed and she was cuddled into his side as they watched the end of the movie. When she saw Jack though, she paused it and grinned at him.

"Hey, Jack Attack," she greeted brightly.

"Hi, Ren," he said, sticking out his hand to wave at her from his spot in Hotch's arms.

"Someone sent you a very big box," Garcia said, coming over and placing it on the bed. Florence and Reggie scooted apart so it could sit in between them. "I'm very nosy and would like to see what you got."

Florence rolled her eyes and tore into the present. Reggie balled up the wrapping paper and threw it in the corner while she took the lid off. She stared at the contents, a little confused. While she grabbed the card on top, Reggie started pulling everything out. It seemed to be a lot of Hamilton merchandise — a sweatshirt, several t-shirts, a notebook, some jewelry like what's worn in the show, and even the soundtrack on vinyl. A lot of it was signed by cast members as well.

Florence read over all the little notes on the card, several of which made jokes about Lin Manuel Miranda being a murderer. She dropped the card in her lap and stared up at the team.

"Did... did you accuse Lin Manuel Miranda of murder for me?"

"Not... technically," Morgan said, scoffing.

Garcia winced. "It was lightly implied for a few minutes there."