Jessica sat in the FBI interrogation room, handcuffed to the table and waiting patiently. She was calm and relaxed as she looked around the four walls waiting for one of the Agents that had watched her to come in. She wasn't waiting long till Aaron Hotchner stepped in. Jessica sat up straighter with a smile.

"SSA  Aaron Hotchner, it is nice to finally meet you." she greeted. He sat down across from her and opened the file that he brought in.

"Do you know why you're here?" he questioned making her scowl

"You're being rude, Aaron. It's not very gentleman like to not greet a lady in return. Haley would be appalled at your manners, tell me do you expect Jack to grow up in your image?" Jessica tilted her head "He's a sweet boy, but if you keep teaching him disrespect it will only hurt him in the long run." Aaron couldn't help but feel defensive as the serial sniper woman commented on his family.

"Right now you think you hold all the cards. You don't. You think you're in control of this interrogation, you're not. Right now anything you think you have to my alleged crimes is circumstantial at best, you know as a prosecutor you need a confession and you're going the absolute wrong way to attain said confession. Now Hello, Aaron." she mannered her closer to her.

"Hello, Jessica." Aaron replied making Jessica smile.

"Much better. I have waited five years to meet you and your team, it has been a nice little waltz we've danced together. It is a shame it has had to come to an end." she sat forward and pointed to the file.

"That is a very thin file on me, I would give myself a pat on the back for making it so thin but you know, the times." she chuckled lifting up her chains "Tell me is everyone watching."

"Everyone?" Hotch wondered

"SSA David Rossi, SSA Derek Morgan, SSA Emily Prentiss, Communications Liaison Agent Jennifer Jeauru, Technical Analyst Penelope  Garcia and not forgetting the memorable Doctor Spencer Reid." she gave a little wave to the mirror. "Though I suspect Morgan's baby girl is listening from her tech cave filled with bright and wonderful things that would make Oz look like a Walmart." Everyone watching froze to the spot, she knew everything even the most intimate details about them.

"You seem to know a lot about us." Aaron rested his hands on the table

"I do. You haven't known it but I have woven myself into your lives, you are almost like family to me, you know if it weren't for the handcuffs. But every family has a cooky one right?" she giggled delightfully then relaxed back in her chair.

"I would like a deal please." Jessica chirped

"Your not getting a deal." Hotch denied and Jessica pouted

"No, it's a good deal, honest. It doesn't even require you getting permission from you pesky pencil pusher superiors. It's simple, you want a confession will will give it, but only to Spencer and only if Spencer makes a promise. You can even stay while Spence and I are talking. See it's not so bad." she turned her attention to the two way mirror "What do you say Spencer? End the chase with a face to face?" she shrugged. Hotch looked back then stood leaving the room.

"Reid you don't have to do this." Hitch stated right off the bat.

"Hotch, she knows everything about us and we know barely anything about her. She's right, what we have is circumstantial at best. I know we're all thinking on how we managed to catch her. I'm going in." he moved passed his boss to enter. Jessica smiled even more that she did with Hotch. as Reid took the other seat.

"Spencer." she breathed "It's nice to see you again. I have missed you."

"We've met before?" Reid asked

"Oh, I find it a little sad that with your eidetic memory and IQ of 187 you forgot little old me but with that face I forgive you." she adjusted herself as Hotch also entered and stood in the corner of the room. Jessica briefly glanced over at him then back at Spencer. "I will jog your memory. It was 10 years ago when you saved 16 year old me. You weren't long into your job with the BAU. You had your first rough case that really knocked you for six. I looked different then. Brunette and Pregnant" Reid sat up straighter.

"I remember you." he breathed

"There we go." she bit her lip and turned her attention to Hotch "Our story is unique, Aaron, 10 years of almost. But not quite, the Doctor and me. Shitty title I know but I was 16. Sue me. He came into this diner it was horrible and so very un hygienic no wonder it got shut down, but it was closest to his apartment at the time. I was a waitress back then, 3 months along and I finally felt a sense of calm in my life." she turned back to Reid.

"You walked in looking like a drowned rat, it was adorable. You sat down and you were so sweet, given the hour you came in it was quiet and we talked for hours. Its amazing what people will tell you at their most vulnerable isn't it Spencer?" she cooed tilting her head

"You were having a rough time with the father of your child." he concluded

"I was, you helped me in that respect, granted it was a bunch of facts and statistics and other bewildering information overload but you helped. You gave me this courage I didn't know I needed. You Doctor Spencer Reid, saved my life, your conversation with me in that diner saved me and that why you and only you can gain the truth. But I want it on record that I will only ever speak the truth to you no lies, on my life. But in return I request that when we are done here, you stay in touch, no more ten years without this conversation. A letter everyday like you send your Mum." Reid glanced back at Hotch then to Jessica. He could close this case right now.

"I will."

"Your swear on your Mum's life? Spencer do not lie to me, because if you break this deal if you deprive me of contact I will have a very deadly tantrum and it will be spectacular." Reid cleared his throat.

"I swear." Jessica nodded wearily "We have 10 documented kills all linked to you. But I suspect there to be more. Is that true?"

"Correct, would you like to know my first, what is the term the subject of my rage?" she hummed sitting back bitting her lip once more "The father of my child. Justin Hargreaves. Ugh that son of a bitch, so he was the Captain of the football team, he saw my vulnerability that I was having at home and took advantage. Him and his friends, they made a bet that he couldn't bed me in the month. Of course he did but he didn't use protection hence the bun in the oven." Jessica shook my head

"I told him and he had the nerve to call me a slut and then turn the attention the the entire school on me with that branding. I never felt more alone, Spencer. My parents were assholes, Justin and the entire school even those retched staff we all mean to me and now I had a baby growing inside of me. What was a girl to do huh? But that night in the diner, when we talked your work and way of life it sounded so thrilling and how you talked yes it was nervous but I never felt more human.

The next day i took your advice, I was honest. I set aside my fear and took charge in a positive way not in a negative like the serial killers did. I told my parents and I confronted Justin. My parents oh they surprised me. They promised they would take care of me but they kept it real, we knew I wasn't ready but they weren't cruel and wanted me to have an abortion, they suggested adoption. They were very parental about the whole thing, I even think they saw the error of their ways. But Justin, Justin only got worse when I stood up to him. He beat me Spencer, he beat me till I was on the floor and having a miscarriage."

"So you killed him?" Reid concluded

"Not for another six/ seven months, I was broken, my parents were at a loss, they'd only just got the ball rolling on the decent parent front. You however, our conversation it helped, I pulled through, you were my happy place. I didn't let what happened brake me, well not until the due date came around. It was leading unto a football game and there was Justin as if nothing happened, as if he hadn't robbed me of my salvation from a less that decent start in life, just because I was a girl." she huffed out a breath

"That stuck up bastard, killed my baby. I was pissed, turns out I didn't deal with my loss I buried it and now I was furious. It was simple really. I was fuming but still clear minded or narrow-minded I had one person the subject of my rage, it was fair, he took my future so I would take his. My Dad was dumb enough to have drunkenly told me the combination to his gun safe. He was a sniper and when he had a couple I turned into the son he wanted and he would love to spill war stories. I knew the basics from his retellings so I took the rifle and well he can't ever say I'm not Daddy's little girl.

I got there early found a perfect line of sight, it was just as they were going to come out. I waited prepared, then when they came out with helmets off I lined up, to account of wind direction speed, shit like that and bang. Got that son of a bitch smack between his eyes. The perfect shot for a first timer. Now I know that most people build up to the subject of their rage or compensate for their subject of whatever emotion. But me, done and done. The crowd goes wild!" she started cheering as if she was at the football game "You know people  would say it doesn't make it better. But it did, the scales were even, I felt a sense of justice."

"Jessica, if you had killed Justin and felt that justice had been done, why did you feel the need to kill again and again?"

"My Dad, Justin's death made me feel better, but I was still lost, what to do and what would be my place in the world. My Dad said, find something your good at and build upon it. It does not matter who you are a gift is a gift. Took me a month to figure out what the fuck he was talking about. But then it came to me. I held that rifle, like it was an extension of my arm, I had absorbed this information like you do when you read a book in no time flat. I had no remorse, yet I had a skill set that people would pay be a shit tone of money for. Hence, job status, assassin" The door opened again and in came Morgan

"Oh here comes bad cop." Jessica joked pulling a serious face "Are you trying to intimidate me Agent Morgan? Cause it ain't working." Morgan laid out 10 pictures of victims that had died. Jessica looked over at them.

"Jessica, we can link you to all of these murders." Spencer told her

"That's bullshit." she sniffed and leaned back "I only killed five of them" she admitted

"Your first lie, we have evidence of your signature at 10." Morgan retorted

"Then your stupid because five of them aren't mine, dumbass. You see this is why your my favourite Spencer, you smart. He's not I mean i know he's got the muscle and the abs with shoving into people, but the brains nah. You don't make the cut. Even Aaron is higher than you. 1.2.3.4.5 Yours truly." she pointed out her victims "I have a moral code, the suburban housewives who look like they wouldn't say boo to a goose, not me. The two kids what do you think I am a monster no, I'm an artist. Get your ass out of here coming in me accusing me of shit i ain't done."

"Morgan." Hotch called over. Morgan stood and left

"Can you explain why the other five victims match your signature, Jessica?" Spencer wondered

"I wish I knew but I didn't do it. Men, by all means; women, require a little research children...if you put a hit out on a child I'll hit you not them. Now i'm upset. You've made me upset Spencer I no longer want to talk to you." she turned in her chair slightly away from the men refusing to speak any further.