Chapter Five

~Rachel's POV~

We finally landed after a few minutes, my stomach trying not to ruin this nice plane with my upchucking. Reid and the rest of the team were already waiting by the door, bags and phones ready in hand.
   My head swam and I focused on the patterns on the floor and not the angle at which the plane was diving at. Once the wheels skidded across the ground, the lovely earth, I thought I was going to jump out and kiss the cement.

"Alright you guys! Here's your stop, James is waiting outside to take you to the scene. Good luck, agents." The pilot said politely, watching all of us exit the plane.

   J.J emerged from the other room, carrying Charlotte in her arms. Her eyes were drooping again and a small yawn escaped her lips. I was still edgy about about someone else touching her, but pushed the feelings away and followed a man in a cop suit. They were only helping. Remember that.
   He looked to be in his early 20's or so, a little ruffle of black hair peeking out from under the black cap. He looked fit with bright green eyes and a white smile. He was obviously a new member, he was way too excited.
   Reid walked near me, making sure to keep his distance but close enough to make sure he knew I was there. Charlotte started waking up, hearing all the chattering and commotion from other citizens.
   As soon as we turned the corner, we were introduced with police cars flashing and groups of people standing behind bright yellow police tape. Police officers were crawling everywhere, new reporters and cameras fighting for a chance to be in the spotlight.

"JJ, see if they can disperse some of these police cars and news reporters. The last thing we need is to entice the killer and fuel his motivation. We need to keep the attention as far away from him until we figure out a profile."

"You got it." JJ said, nodding and setting Charlotte down carefully before breaking away from the group and finding the head chief.

I grabbed Charlotte's hand and kept her near as we quickly closed in on all the commotion happening.

"Rachel, you and Charlotte stay by that police car and do not move. I will have two officers standing there with you and making sure to keep an eye on the two of you." Hotch said, looking over his shoulder.

I nodded quickly, picking Charlotte up as Reid led me over to a police car parked on the side of the road.

"These two officers will stay by your side until we get back. Charlotte doesn't need to be exposed to this anymore than you do. We won't be gone long, and we'll be 20 feet away."

I nodded, glancing at the two officers standing by the car. They kept their eyes forward, arms crossed in front and shoulders set back.
   I looked over at Reid, my stomach growing nervous. I didn't want to be alone with two strangers, these agents were the only people I've been with since my father. Reid gave me a nod and headed towards the crowd with the others.

"Ma'am." One of the officers said, opening the side door and allowing me and Charlotte to sit in the back.

The seats were plastic and uncomfortable, but I didn't complain. I looked over where the team was, but the crowd had swarmed the opening again and couldn't be seen.
I was grateful that neither Charlotte and had to see the body. She didn't need anymore trauma in her life. They had pushed past the crowd of curious seekers, walking deeper into the alley. I rubbed my arms, a chill set down my spine. What possesses a person to cause so much harm?

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"She was found here and we haven't touched her since. We figured you guys would know what to do." The Officer said, giving the team some space as he was called away.

   Morgan nodded and they all crowded around the girl. She was placed in a black body bag, but Rossi unzipped it all the way. Police said they didn't want the body to be contaminated by anything, so they covered her up until the BAU arrived.
   Morgan and Reid pulled on gloves and crouched down to inspect the girl more closely. She had blue and red ringlets of hair cascading down her pale shoulders and tucked inside the bag. Her skin was a sickly white, head rolled to the side.
   Her makeup stained her skin where the killer has removed and replaced it with fresh appliances. Her bright red lipstick was the only pop of color on her face. Her lips were still wet, telling us the unsub came back to the body.
   She was wearing a shimmering dress that was now ripped and stained with mud and ruined from the puddle she had been laying in. Her ankle was visibly swollen, her heels laying on the ground next to her. From what Reid could see, one of the heels had broken off.
Morgan pointed at the drag marks that led from the middle of the ally, to where her body rested now. Her body wasn't in that position in the first place. She and the attacker ran towards the end of the alleyway before she was dragged to this point.
   Why carry her almost out in the street when she was killed towards the back? The Unsub easily could have left her in the back where she wouldn't have been found for days. Reid could see dumpsters lining the end by a chain linked fence. There was plenty of opportunities to hide the body, but they didn't.   

They kept her in plain sight..

   Reid imagined the beautiful young woman giggling and laughing as she walked into the alleyway with a stranger..to do what? Drugs, sex, money? Maybe the unsub was faking an injury, a disability?
   Either way, the woman follows willingly with the attacker all the way down the alley. Then something happens, something that doesn't go as planned. Maybe she feels unsafe at this point, trusting her instincts.
   The woman's body smelled of alcohol, but not strongly. She couldn't have been heavily intoxicate, maybe tipsy? Maybe she tried to leave and that angered the unsub. She tries escaping and while running in her heels, one of them breaks.
   She trips, falling to the ground. Her knees show signs of irritated skin and scrapes, including on the palms of her hands. She scrambles to get back up, limping awkwardly with her now uneven shoes.
   This falters her speed, allowing the unsub to catch her. He could have easily used something heavy nearby to take care of her, maybe he brought a weapon with him. The injury in the side of her head isn't clear enough to tell exactly what weapon.
   Autopsy reports would have to answer that when the body is brought back to Virginia. Reid squints his eyes, continuing his story in his head. The others leave him be, knowing better than to interrupt him.
   After a blow to the head, the woman falls to the ground and starts bleeding out. The force was strong enough to cause major fractions on the left side of her head. This would cause heavy bleeding, which can be seen on the pavement underneath her.
   However, looking at the victim's head, it's been wiped clean. The wound is there, but the flesh has turned pale and cold, and the blood has been cleaned away. It stains her skin but there's clear evidence showing the killer cleaned it up.
   There were no other signs of injury besides her head and her ankles, which were self inflicted by accident. No mutilation, no rape, no stab wounds to the genitals or breasts. There were no signs of revenge, anger, jealousy.

Only remorse..

   Reid walked back over to the body, staring down at it as he informed the group of his thoughts. They listened carefully, looking back down the alley and following his story. Hotch nodded, Morgan scratching down notes and looking at the reporters talking to JJ.

"By this point, this whole ordeal has been broadcasted. The unsub definitely knows the BAU has been injected into their case." Rossi says, rubbing his beard.

Reid noticed the victim's hands were crossed in front of each other, fingers laced together loosely. Her fingers were purple and blue, temperatures had dropped the night before in New York, her body exposed to the elements. Her body had been in the alley for at least 9 hours until the couple that found her realized she was dead.
   Rigor Mortis begins two to six hours following death, it starts with the eyelids, neck, and jaw first. Then, it works down to the entire body. At this point, her body is rigid and muscles are locked. Another sign of remorse, positing the victim's body in a specific way to show peace and calmness.
   Reid tilted his head, noticing something peeking through a gap in the girl's fingers. He pulled his gloves up higher and crouched down, reaching for her hands.

"What is it, Reid?" Hotch asked, stepping closer towards the boy genius.

Reid didn't reply yet, gripping both of her hands. It took some work getting her fingers to unclench. They were stuck in their frozen state, acquiring a decent amount of effort to pull them apart.

"I'll never get used to that." Morgan mumbled, making a face as the sound of cracking bones could be heard.

Reid managed to finally pull them apart, revealing a folded and crumpled note.

"Well, our killer might have a profile after all." Rossi said, waiting for Reid to read the note.

He unfolded it, shaking it out and holding it up to eye level and scanning it quickly. For Reid, it only took a mere few seconds to digest everything.
   The handwriting was very sloppy and quick, like they were feeling rushed to write this. There were several tears through the paper where the writer's pressure on the pencil was too strong. Words were jerky and some mashed together. It looked like a madman tried to write this.

     Hello..Agents. I believe you have something that a friend of mine dearly wants back. Haven't your parents told you it's not nice to steal what's not yours?
   I am so sorry doing this, but you have to try and understand. He made me do it, I didn't want to hurt her. Just give my friend what he wants and there will be no more bloodshed, I promise. Please, I am so sorry. I don't want to keep hurting people.

Sincerely, Cousin Bee

"Cousin Bee?" Morgan asked, furrowing his eyebrows together in confusion.

Reid's eyes scanned the letter several times, lips parted in concentration.

"So there's two unsubs. This note has been erased and fixed several times. There are messily erased words and some are even crossed out with someone else's handwriting fixing the word above it.
   This note was supervised when they wrote it. The other was overlooking them, mentoring them, telling them what to do. They wrote the second half of this without them knowing. We have two killers on our hands. The leader, and the follower." Reid informed, passing the note around to the whole group.

Hotch looked up from the paper and then down at the body again.

"You have something that a friend of my dearly wants back? Who's he directing this too?"

The question hung in the air, Reid's mind reeling a mile a minute. Was this note directed towards something symbolic?
   We had something they want back? Freedom, maybe? Reid was struggling to try and find the answer. Cousin Bee, Cousin Bee, is that what he prefers to be nicknamed? Then suddenly, an answer clicked into Reid's head. His eyes grew wide as he looked over his shoulder at the police car.

"You got something, Reid? What is it?" Hotch asked, grabbing the attention of Morgan and Rossi.

The three of them looked in the same direction, the air feeling more tense. Morgan looked hard at Reid and then followed his gaze to the police car. His lips parted as he let out a curse.

"You've got to be kidding me.." Morgan said, his shoulders dropping as he sighed and rubbed his face.

Hotch shook his head, getting the message and walking out of the crime scene. Reid followed behind, Morgan and Rossi talking to the other cops.

"Are you sure this is connected to Rachel and Charlotte?" Hotch asked quietly, avoiding the wave of questions as police officers made room in the crowd for the two agents to walk through. Reid nodded, confident in himself.

"This murder was done by two people. It was done carefully and meticulously. Rachel's father has severe schizophrenia, especially since I'm guessing he hasn't taken his medication in awhile.
   Even with this condition, he has moments of clarity now that the medicine isn't numbing his senses. He has the ability to commit this murder almost flawlessly..with some help. It's obvious this note was not written by the father, but supervised by him.
   If this is her father, then the follower has to be related somehow. A friend, a family member, someone very close to the father, or even Rachel."

"Why would they travel 7 hours to a different city just to kill an innocent woman and leave a note behind?" Hotch asked, hiding the note in his jacket to ensure unwanted eyes could read it.

"They wanted to give themselves time to plan another move? Maybe make it into a little game to get Rachel and Charlotte back. The note consisted of constant sarcasm, presumably from the father. This is his game and we may have to play by his rules."

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   I looked up at the sound of footsteps. I could barely hear them over the constant chatter of the curious crowd of people. It was Reid and Hotch, making their way back over to me and Charlotte. I climbed out of the car, setting Charlotte on the ground.
   She yawned, leaning against my leg and kicking pebbles on the ground. The two officers nodded at the agents before stepping away and going to handle the crowd. I remained silent, seeing Hotch holding what looked to be a crumpled piece of paper.
   Hotch opened his mouth to speak but closed it when he noticed Charlotte looking up at him. She grinned and waved, hiding shyly behind my leg. Hotch smiled lightly back at her and looked over at Reid. It was obviously something that they didn't want to talk about in front of Charlotte.

"Charlotte, sweetie, I need to have a grown up conversation with the two agents, Okay? Could you sit in the car for me, please?" I asked, seeing her pout.

With her lips jutted out, she huffed before nodding and climbing back into the seat. One of the officers was grabbing something from the passenger, when he noticed her. Smiling warmly, he sat in his seat and turned to Charlotte to keep her company. I turned around, now being alone with Hotch and Reid. Hotch held the note up to me, allowing me to read it.

"Rachel? Do you think you recognize this letter? Maybe any names, handwriting, familiarity with their phrases? This note was found on the woman's body." Hotch said, holding the note steady against the wind.

"Why do you want me to look at it?" I asked, my eyes shifting from Hotch to Reid.

"We believe this note is connected to your father. Just, please read it and see if anyone comes to mind."

   My stomach dropped at the sound of my father. I nodded, wringing my hands as I finally looked at the note. My eyes scanned each word carefully, my confusion growing. I read it a second time, my eyes going straight to the end. Cousin Bee?

"I'm sorry..I...I don't remember anyone. Cousin Bee, that's what they call themselves? I...I can't remember anyone by that nickname.." I said, pressing my fingertips against my temple. Reid nodded, stepping forward.

"Please, think harder. They call themselves Cousin Bee. That's a pretty unique nickname, almost has a childish ring to it. Maybe you called them this when you were younger? Had a close relationship with them? Please, think." Reid insisted, Hotch holding the note up again.

"You have something my friend dearly wants back."

   I closed my eyes, think Rachel. Cousin Bee, Cousin Bee. I opened my eyes, ready to give in to defeat when I noticed a little doodle by the signature at the bottom. It was a sloppy drawing of a Bee with buggy eyes and a smile. That drawing..so familiar.

I gasped, hands going to my chest as my eyes widened and a lightbulb turned on in my brain.

Cousin Bee..

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   "Come on Hank! We have to get there before all the butterflies are gone!" I whined as I clapped my hands together and wiped the dirt off of my dress.

I stared up at my towering cousin, I was only six at the time. I raised my arms at him, giggling as he picked me up by tiny frame and put me on his broad shoulders. When I was young, I was so oblivious to everything. I didn't notice the constant looks he got from my mother, or how hostile she was when I was alone with him for too long.
   I didn't notice anything wrong with Hank, he was my cousin and I loved playing with him. I didn't think it was odd when Hank talked to himself. Sometimes it sounded like gibberish, other times it was a single sentence repeated over and over again.
   I thought he had imaginary friends, like I did.  I just couldn't see his. He wasn't very good at speaking, which is why he said so many incoherent words. I just thought it was funny. I didn't know that the reason he always locked the door ten times or checked behind every shower curtain and opened and closed every door was because of a major OCD and Psychosis disorder.
   My mom never let me out of her sight whenever Hank was around me. She didn't trust him, and I never understood why. He had the mentality of a 10 year old. He was always so sweet and kind, I was his favorite. We grew close that summer and it seemed like he was my best friend.
He laughed with me as I was carried to a beautiful meadow and sat down in the grass. I was already starting to chase down butterflies, determined to catch one. He watched over me, he was like a big brother to me. My fun was ruined as a fat bumble bee swarmed around my head.
   I cried out, afraid of such a strange looking creature. Tears formed in my eyes as I ran back to my cousin, hearing it buzz in my ear. Hank picked me up and chuckled, patting my head. The bee buzzed around, hovering in the air. He pointed at the Bee, hugging me close to him. With a glare on his face, he started talking to it.

"Now you listen to me Mr. Bee, are not to mess with my little Teddy Bear! Yes sir, I said it! I am going to have to ask you to please leave, or else I'm going to have to have a little talk with you!"

   My fear went away and I started to giggle at his silly behavior. He glanced over at me, winking and pointing towards the bee again.

"See, the bee isn't going to hurt you. It's got tiny little wings and a big body. It doesn't want to hurt you, it just wants to see what you look like." Hank said, tickling me.

I laughed, pushing his hand away and staring back at the bee.

"It looks like a cotton ball with legs. The bee doesn't look scary anymore! Hank, are you a bee whisperer? Oh! I have a new name for you, Hank! I can..hmm..I can call you..oh!..Cousin Bee! You're my Bumble Bee!"

   He gasped and nodded eagerly, smiling at the new nickname. I pulled away and smiled back, my grin showing a couple missing baby teeth. I was so small, so innocent, so sheltered from the real world. It felt like a dream.

"We're to be best friends forever, right?"

He nodded quickly, his dark brown eyes gleaming. I looked at him and raised my pinkie, my other hand on my hip. I raised my eyebrows, looking as serious as a six year old could.

"Do you promise?" I asked him, a smile growing on my face as I watched him lock his  pinkie around mine.

"Pinkie Promise, Teddy Bear!"

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"Rachel? Rachel, are you okay?"

I blinked a couple of times, my flashback shattered by the sound of Reid's voice. I gulped, placing a hand on my head and closing my eyes.

"Cousin Bee? No..not him.." I whispered, trying to convince myself someone as innocent as him could have done something like this.

"You know who the second unsub is." Reid said, not as a question, but a statement.

I just nodded weakly, Hank's face popped into my mind. I haven't seen him in twelve years. His face is a bit blurry to try and remember, it's been so long.

"H-His real name is Hank...Hank...um...oh.. Wilson. The last time I saw him was around twelve years ago, I was six then. It has to be him, it has to be."

Hotch nodded, pulling his cellphone and phoning Penelope. He walked away to speak, leaving me and Reid.

"Hank..he uh..he's mentally challenged. He has the mind of a 10-year old and has crippling OCD."

"That would explain the fresh makeup and cleaned wound on the victim."

I wasn't sure what the victim looked like, but I knew I'd prefer not to know. I sighed, rubbing my forehead and trying to wrap my head around the situation.
I looked behind me to see Charlotte talking to the policeman in the car, pointing at different devices and buttons and asking what they were. She seemed to be enjoying herself, her toothy grin beaming as he talked to her. Hotch snapped his phone shut and motioned for the rest of the team to gather around the car.

"This case has been confirmed that Rachel and Charlotte's father are connected to this victim. There are two unsubs, their father and their Cousin, Hank Wilson. He has Psychosis and Obsessive Compulsion Disorder.
   I have told Penelope to start gathering more information to find for us. Hopefully they've left paper trails for Penelope to find. For now, all we can do is wait.
   Let's head to the hotel and start preparing a conference meeting for the media. We should also consider prepping the family of this victim for an interview on the media. If this, 'Cousin Bee' is remorseful, seeing two emotional parents should do the deed."

   Morgan's cellphone started ringing as Hotch finished his sentence. He pulled it out, opening it up and putting it on speaker phone for the group to hear. He titled it towards the agents, his lips in front of the speaker.

"Hey Baby Girl, watcha got for us?" Morgan asked, grinning at the phone.

You could hear the smile in her voice as she chuckled in delight at his flirting.

"Hank is now 43 years old, he's been charged with assault and petty theft. An incident involved...biting a guy's ear off for accusing the man of being apart of the government and watching him.
   This little incident placed him in the Southwestern Virginia Mental Health Institute. It's reported that he has escaped from the institution three times, and I have a feeling that he had help with his breakouts.
   The case went cold after years of coming up empty, so the police gave up and they never found him again. They just stopped looking for him completely."

"Thank you, Princess. I'll call you if we need anything else." Morgan hung up and looked up at Hotch for direction.

"Alright, everyone. Wheels up, let's head to the hotel and get settled. We have a long night ahead of us."

Everyone dispersed, police officers taking the team in their cars to transport them to the hotel. I hadn't noticed the day had gone by pretty fast. It took 7 hours to fly from Virginia to New York.
Then, looking at how the sun had moved to the other side of the sky, and the body bag was being rolled out, it took a few more hours for the team to analyze the crime scene.
   I felt exhausted and I didn't even do anything. My brain was tired and I felt numb. I rubbed my face, sighing heavily and opening the cruiser to get in the back with Charlotte.

"You need to try and get some rest." Reid said, nodding and following Hotch to another car.

We arrived at the hotel, my feet dragging. Maybe I should get some rest. We were roomed with JJ, me and Charlotte sharing a bed. Hotch came in as Charlotte started jumping on the bed. JJ was busy taking over the small coffee table and filling it with papers and notes.
   She handed me and Charlotte a bag, the bag containing multiple sets of clothes. She told me Penelope had picked up plenty of clothes for the two of us since we didn't have much to begin with. I thanked JJ greatly, handing the bag to Charlotte. She was pretty excited as well, eagerly pouring the bag on the bag.

"Rachel? I know you're probably exhausted, but would you mind Reid asking you some more questions? Mainly about your cousin. There may be a few details that stand out to you. We need all the help we can get before they strike again."

   I reluctantly nodded, forcing a small smile and turning towards JJ. She looked up and nodded at me, already knowing what I was wanting to ask. I switched on the TV, kissing Charlotte's forehead and following Hotch out of the room with the bag still in my hand.
   She's going to be right on the other side of the wall, and she's with JJ. JJ will keep her safe, Charlotte is going to be fine. I was starting to have anxiety whenever I wasn't with Charlotte. I needed to make sure she was in my sight at all times. I lost my mom and dad, I wasn't about to lose my little sister too.

"Reid is right next door and you can leave whenever you want to. Morgan is rooming with him but..well you probably already know where he is." Hotch said, making me chuckle under my breath.

He opened the door without knocking, and stepped inside.

"I'm right across the hall if you need anything. You're safe here, we've always got eyes on you. Take it easy, get some rest tonight, and try to answer the questions to the best of your ability."

I nodded, stepping inside to see Reid looking over the case files again.

"I'll leave you two to it, call me if you need anything."

He walked back out, heading across he floor to his own room. Outside the window, the sun was starting to go behind the trees and mesh with the buildings of the city.
   The city was still as busy as ever, I guess New York City really never sleeps. Reid looked up, half smiling and setting his case files down. I looked down at my shoes, picking at my fingernails.

"Charlotte and me are going to be okay..right?"

Reid pursed his lips, hesitating before answering. I beat him to it anyway, answering it myself.

"I know you can't answer that. I just felt like I needed to ask. I just..want Charlotte to be safe in the end. No matter what."

"Rachel, I can assure you that me and my team are the best. We know what we're doing and we're going to do our very best to catch your father and cousin. You're safe here with us, you and your sister."

   I nodded, chewing on my lower lip. I stifled another yawn, wiping my watery eyes and shaking my head to try and wake myself up. I needed a shower to try and energize myself back up. I glanced at the bathroom door, shifting my weight.

"Before we start this, could I..uh..possibly use your shower? I need something to wake myself up and I think a shower would help." I asked, holding the bag in my arms and nodding towards the bathroom. I cleared my throat, feeling uncomfortable.

"If not, I can just walk over to my room and get a shower. I just thought that since I was already here, I could just um-"

"Of course, Rachel. Do whatever you need to do. I'll wait until you're ready."

I nodded, thanking him quietly before leaving to the bathroom. Shutting the door, I leaned heavily against it and took a huge breath. I held it for a few seconds before letting it out slowly.
   I stared at myself in the mirror. I used to look so happy, so full of energy, so full of life. Now, I just looked defeated. I averted my eyes, grabbing a towel and opening the bag to find a pair of sweats and a gray t-shirt.
   I stepped into the shower, letting the warm water rush over my face. I washed my hair, closing my eyes and enjoying the strawberry scent. I washed the sweat and grime away from my face and finished rinsing off.
   After drying off and changing, I found a brush in the bag as well, along with a toothbrush and toothpaste. I smiled in relief, brushing my teeth. I pulled my wet hair into a messy bun, splashing cold water on my face before finally walking out.
   Reid was still sitting at the table, pondering over the piles of paper on the desk. I sat back down in the chair, placing my hands on the desk. He looked up, pulling his notebook out and a pencil. It already had many notes on it, too small for me to read.

"Do you know what it's like to wake up every morning to have to take care of your own father? The one person who's supposed to be the parent role, completely shuts down..." I said quietly, running my fingertips over the cracks in the wooden table.

   Reid didn't respond and I didn't want to look up. I peeked under my eyelashes, seeing him set his hands on the table as well. The few minutes of silence ticking by felt like hours.

"I do..actually.."

I looked up, lips parted in surprise. He pulled his lips into a lopsided smile, but it was forced. He tucked his hair behind his ears and nodded.

"You're not alone, Rachel. I know how hard it is to take care of someone who's supposed to be taking care of you. The never ending worry of if you can actually give them what they need.
   The constant feeling of anger and resentment for having them put all this responsibility on you. Right?" 

I was shocked to hear this information. I couldn't speak, didn't know what to say back. He seemed embarrassed to have shared this with me.

"Um..y-yeah..pretty much sums it up. So..your dad had-"

"My mother." He said, sitting back in his chair.

I nodded, my whole view on this Spencer Reid Agent completely changing.

"How old were you when you had to start taking care of her?"

"My mom and dad were together for a couple years, my dad left when I was five years old I believe. My mother was starting to show signs around that time. Just like your mother, my dad had his breaking point.
   One day, he just couldn't handle it anymore. So, he got up and left. I was too young to request my mother into an institution, so it was just me and her for 13 years of my life.
   When I finally turned 18, I called authorities and was able to sign my mother off to an institution in Las Vegas. You're not alone in this, Rachel, I know what you're going through."

I sat back, remaining silent. Gathering my scattered thoughts, I leaned on the table.

"Thank you.." I whispered, interlacing my hands together and watching him nod at me.

The silence wasn't awkward now, it was more understanding than anything. Having someone like Agent Spencer Reid sharing the same childhood trauma was somewhat relieving.
   He cleared his throat, his facial expression blank as he gathered his notebook and prepared for more questions. Before he could ask one, his phone went off. It was laying on the table, startling the both of us.

"Sorry about that, let me take it real quick." He said, picking up the phone but accidentally dropping it.

When he dropped it, his thumb slid across the screen, answering the phone and playing it out loud. I wasn't expecting to hear the voice that came out.

"Hello..Agent. Doctor Spencer Reid, is it? Ah, so you're the one who is trying to protect my daughter."

   The voice spit out, making me gasp and cover my mouth with my hands. The color drained from my face as Reid stared at the receiver, composing himself and waiting for my father to say something else. A dark chuckle erupted from the speaker, sending chills up and down my spine.

"Come on now, I know you're on the other line. I believe you still have something that is mine Doctor, and I do not like it when my things are stolen from me.
   I saw your little friends trying to snoop me out in my own house, very stupid decision indeed. I am smarter than you think and my patience is growing thin. I will play along with this detective game, but just remember this.
   You keep her out of your sight for even a second, I will not hesitate to take what's mine. Keep a close eye on her, agent, a very close eye. If you want a game, then a game we will play. Oh, but the game has just begun."

Without another word, the line went dead and the annoying disconnecting tone pierced my ears. We both sat there, my body frozen with fear. This was all a dream and I will wake up in my bed and it will all be just a crazy nightmare.
   I soon realized it wasn't a dream, it was a living nightmare...

My dad was coming for me..