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Spencer's POV

"Hello everyone, three sixteen year old girls have been kidnapped but check this out, you might recognize one of these girlies. We have Liza Roberts, Jessica Harrods and Robyn Keagan aka Chrysanthemum Lainford," Garcia smiled.

"Wasn't Chrysanthemum in the Franklyn case?" I asked.

"Yeah your first case kid," Hotch chuckled.

~Flashback~

Marcus Franklyn had kidnapped, sexually assaulted and killed five young girls and he had one kidnapped now. Her name was Chrysanthemum Robyn Lainford and her parents were never there for her although she was only four year old. We had found where he had been holding them. My first case was hard work and I was nervous.

I followed behind Derek as he walked up to the door kicking it down. I followed behind him as we went up the stairs. He went to one end of the hall and I went to the other. I opened the door to see Franklyn with a gun against the girls head. Her blond hair was messed up and her blue eyes were welled up. Her bottom lip quivered.

"Drop the gun," I said calmly. I didn't have a gun because I didn't have a license but quickly Derek was by my side holding his gun up.

"Put the gun down now," Derek growled.

"She'd die, from her so called parent's anyway so killing her doesn't matter," Marcus spoke up.

"But you wouldn't want to hurt her, she is only a little girl," I said softly.

"Her parents hurt her," He growled.

His fingers re-positioned but Derek's gun went off first shooting him. Chrysanthemum's screams echoed off of the walls and soon the room was filled with my colleagues. Derek went over to her scooping her up in her arms and carrying her out as Marcus was arrested.

I followed her outside. Derek placed the little girl onto the back of an ambulance so we could talk. J.J came over because she might be able to talk better. 

"Hello, Chrysanthemum, I am Agent Jennifer Jareau and this is Dr Spencer Reid, but just call us J.J and Spencer," J.J smiled.

"Don't call me that, Mummy and Daddy call me that," She shouted, "Mummy and Daddy scare me," She whispered.

"Sorry Sweetheart, can we ask you some questions?" J.J asked.

She nodded her head timidly.

"Did the man hurt you?" I asked her.

"He'd pull me around by my hair and he knocked my tooth out. The tooth fairy never came is it because the nasty man knocked it out?" She said sweetly pointing to her gap in her teeth.

"Don't worry, I'm sure the tooth fairy took your tooth but knew it wasn't safe to leave the money so I'm sure tonight or maybe tomorrow there will be a shiny coin under your pillow," J.J smiled at her.

"Really?" She beamed.

"Of course," She smiled back running a hand through her mangled hair.

~Present~

"She looks a hell a lot different, here are pictures of the girls," Garcia said. Three pictures appeared. All were brunettes.

"Which is her?" J.J asked.

"The last. They were all taken from public places Liza was found strangled in a motel and Jessica was found at the bottom of a river but they have been tattooed," Garcia proceeded.

A tattoo appeared. It was of a rose on their backs.

~Later that Day~

We had figured out where they were. This murderer was a tattoo artist named Archie Nichols and they were in a downtown tattoo bar. When we reached it we did the usual barge in and search the rooms. We found him very quickly.

"I see you found me but you'll never find her, she deserves death her life is too hard," With that we knew the ending to his life. He pressed the button and the bomb exploded but we all swiftly dodged.

Robyn's POV

"HELP!" I screamed hitting the door, I could smell smoke and through the thick frosted glass above my reach had flames. I carried on shouting until my lungs burned from the smoke.

Suddenly the door came in luckily enough I was now away from it. The figure came towards me and scooped me up into his arms. I kept my eyes closed until I felt the fresh air on my face. I looked up at my rescuer. He looked familiar. I know. He was the man who saved me twelve years ago.

"Well this is the second time we've met in such circumstances," I said quietly.

"It's a pity no offence to be honest I'd prefer to never of had to meet you through this way then you wouldn't of had to go through this," He chuckled as he carried me to an ambulance, He placed me on the back of it.

"Is it okay if someone asks you some questions?" He asked me. I nodded and coughed. My throat burned and my head span.

"Can we have some help please," He yelled and a paramedic came over. They gave me an oxygen mask but before it reached my face everything went black.

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"She's coming too," I heard someone say.

My eyes slowly fluttered open and once I was fully awake the doctors and nurses asked me the basic questions before a man and a woman came into the room.

"Hello Chrysanthemum, we are from the FBI can we speak to you?" The familiar man asked.

"Yes but don't call me that, it's Robyn," I said through gritted teeth.

"Okay Robyn, well we have met before, whether you remember us is a different story. I'm Agent Jennifer Jareau and this is Dr Spencer Reid," The woman smiled.

"I remember you," I nodded.

"So, what has happened in the past 12 years?" Jennifer asked.

"Well My parents proceeded being the selfish people they are until I was six when the hospital figured out I was there too often. So I was taken into foster care and they weren't any better they were worse. I jumped around foster family to foster family until I got to the Keagan's when I was fourteen, I legally changed my name they adopted me and I thought I forgot everything from my old life but it keeps coming back. I thought changing how I looked would get people to forget who I was before but people remember me and I moved state," I sighed.

"Okay, did you know Archie Nichols, Liza Roberts or Jessica Harrods before the recent events?" Spencer asked.

"Yeah, Liza and Jess went to my art and design class and Mr Nichols was our teacher," I stated.

"He taught a class, that was never in his details, was it at school?" Jennifer asked.

"No, it was on Saturdays at the park, that's how we all went missing from the park. One week Liza stayed behind to help tidy up, then the next Jess did. I knew something was up and when he asked me to stay behind and I said no," I stated.

"Then how did he get you?" Spencer asked.

"Well, he asked me to stay behind the week after Jess went missing but I said no, realising something was wrong. I was going to phone the police when I got home seen as I didn't have phone on me. I began to walk home and he pulled up beside me asking if I wanted a lift, I politely said no thank you, making sure to not seem out of character seen as if he was the murderer and I knew it would have given it away. I carried on walking and he drove along next to me. It bugged me after a while so I knocked on the tinted window," I stated.

"The windows were tinted?" Jennifer asked.

"Yes, I couldn't see in them but I knew it was him seen as he rolled them down earlier to speak to me," I said quietly.

"Carry on," She said softly.

"Well he rolled the window down and stared at me blankly. I told him to stop following me and that it was classed as stalking. He just stared at me. So I asked him what was his problem. He lunged at me and grabbed my hair and pulled me into the car through the window," I said biting my lip.

"Did he leave you in the front or restrain you and do you remember what type of vehicle he had?" Spencer asked.

"He had a van, I know that because he tied my hands behind my back before tying my feet together and then tying them together too. He opened a hatch thing in between the seats and opened a space which I think was the back of the van. He threw me in there after blind folding me and covering my mouth," I stated.

"How comes you don't seem fazed by this?" Jennifer asked.

"I've been through a lot, inside I'm freaking the hell out but after I moved, I had to hide how I felt to fit in. My best friend doesn't even know my birth name, she doesn't know what happened when I was a kid, and all the kids at my new school think I am Robyn Keagan the Keagan's biological daughter. Not a two time kidnap and rape victim who was abused by her parents and foster parents and has had to change identity to get a semi-decent life," I said almost crying.

"I'm sorry Robyn, but just so you know, everyone in the BAU are here for you," She smiled.

"Thank you, do you know when I can get out of here?" I asked.

"Now, I think, I had a phone call from your mother, she said that her and your dad are away for a month for work they can come back now if you want them too, and they say they want to come back but it's solely up to you," Spencer smiled.

"No, they have to work," I sighed.

"Okay, I'll just go sign your papers to say you’re going home and we can go," Jennifer smiled.

"Where am I staying if my parents are at work for a month?" I asked.

"You’re going to be staying with our technical Analyst Penelope Garcia and her brother Cole who is also 16," Spencer smiled.

"Okay," I nodded.