Hey guys! Sapphire here! So, I was amazed at all the support that 'Black Rose' got, and it encouraged me to start up a second book!

Now, if any of you are confused by now, I suggests you go back to my page and read 'Black Rose', then you won't feel so confused.

If you've already read said story, then you can keep reading this one!

Now, I love hearing from you guys. So, if you like this story and want me to continue, leave me a review! It makes my day hearing from all of you, so don't be shy!

Anyway, I'll let you read on. Let's see what more trouble Kiley gets into this time, eh?

ST

Kiley's POV:

I stepped into the airport hub and was instantly surrounded by more people than my plane had been carrying.

I sighed.

Yay.

Maybe I should have taken Gibbs' up on his offer to drive me here. If I had, then I would be drinking coffee, on a road trip with Gibbs, and not spent the time attempting to massage the cramps out of my long legs while listening to a young mother attempt to calm her 8 month old down.

Hind sight is always 20/20 I suppose.

I hitched the messenger bag higher on my shoulder and kept walking through the crowd, attempting to not get jostled too much. Even though it had been 2 weeks since I'd been released from the hospital, my ribs were still sore, and so was my shoulder.

My hands were fine though, and, though my wrists were still scarred (I put more leather bracelets on to hide the marks), everything else was too. Although, I had to say, it felt weird when I reached up to push my hair behind me ear and felt the groove a knife had left. I still had a scar on my cheek that went with that groove, and it made people look at me funny. But I was getting used to it quickly.

I collected my bags, and was very grateful that my violin had been sent priority a few days prior. Otherwise my poor instrument would be broken by now. Hopefully it still hadn't been broken. If it had, I would probably cry. Or scream. Or both.

I picked up the three bags and began hiking through the crowds, trying to find my brother.

What I did not expect to find though, was two people, standing on chairs, holding a sign with 'Baby Genius' written in bright pink letters, screaming, "Over here, Kiley!" and waving at me enthusiastically.

My brother was standing on the ground below them, holding his head, and shaking it.

I did not expect to find Morgan and Garcia, screaming at the top of their lungs for me. But that didn't mean I didn't like it.

I grinned widely at both of them, and strode over to them.

Morgan leapt off of the chairs, helped Garcia down, then covered the distance between us and wrapped his arms around me with a happy laugh.

I dropped my bags as he spun me in the air.

I laughed with him, and patted his shoulder, "It's good to see you too, Derek."

He paused, set me down, and looked at me with a big, giddy grin, "You used my first name!"

I gave him an innocent look, "And? Do you not want me too?"

His grin just got wider and he ruffled my hair, "Keep using it, kid."

I smirked at him, but before I could say anything else, Garcia's arms had encircled me and she squealed happily, "Baby genius! You're finally here!"

I laughed and patted her hands, "I'm here, Penny. It's only been two weeks."

I could hear her pouting. "Two weeks is too long."

I sighed and shook my head fondly, "Whatever you say."

Her arms tighten momentarily, before she remembered that I still might hurt, and let go so suddenly that I staggered forward.

Morgan caught be before I could fall too far me by pushing a steadying hand onto my uninjured shoulder. I smiled at him in thanks and turned towards my brother.

I hugged him briefly, and when I pulled away, he was smiling at me.

"It's nice to see you, Kile." He said softly.

I smirked at him, "It is nice to see you as well, brother dearest."

He cuffed me on the back of my head lightly, then slung his arm over my shoulder.

He waved towards Morgan and Garcia, saying, "I tried to tell them that they didn't need to come. But Garcia hacked into the airports flight data and found out when you were landing, she told Morgan, and both of them got here before I did."

I snickered at them and told them honestly, "I'm glad you guys are here."

Garcia beamed at me, and Morgan's eyes were brighter than before. Spencer just shook his head with a small smirk.

Criminal Minds

A week later:

Kiley's POV:

I sighed, breathing the fresh spring air in, and stopped for a moment to stare at the huge entry hall in front of me. I was going back to college, thankfully with all A's (I did extremely well on my report. Even if my teacher was horrified about my experiences), so now I was heading back with my head held high.

Or, it was, until my feet decided to trip over themselves, and I started falling towards the ground.

My shoulders and ribs still ached, and I had a horrible feeling that connecting with concrete would not make them very happy.

I closed my eyes and waited for contact. But the cold ground never came. Instead, I connected lightly with a very warm thing. I opened my eyes and saw a long arm holding me up, a few inches from the ground. The arm was curled gently around my waist, and there was a hand on the back of my neck. A very warm hand.

I followed the arm up to its owner and was greeted by concerned blue eyes.

"Are you alright?" He asked quietly. His voice rumbled, and resonated through the air. He had a slight southern accent, and his voice was very deep.

He had light brown hair, dark blue eyes, tan skin, freckles, and seemed to be a giant. Even from my position, I could tell that he was easily 6'8, if not taller. He was lean, for the most part (He had broad shoulders), and I could see his muscles bulge out of his huge, fluffy, black jacket.

I was at a loss for words.

His eyes grew more concerned, and he picked me back into a standing position.

His large hands rested surprisingly gently on my shoulders, and he repeated himself, "Ma'am? Are you alright?"

I shook myself mentally, and nodded, managing, "Yes. Thank you for catching me."

I was rewarded with a smile, "I'm glad." He rumbled. He removed one hand from my shoulder, and held it out to me, "My name is Eric. What's yours?"

I took his, and vaguely realized how his hand made mine vanish, and he was so warm. I remembered he was waiting for me to answer, and replied, "Kiley. Pleasure to meet you, Eric."

He smiled again, "Pleasure is all mine, Kiley."

I nodded again and smiled back at him.

Then the bell rang, and Eric hung his head, "And, with that, I'm late for class."

My mind raced for an excuse, and I quickly said, "I'm a new student, I was supposed to find someone to show me around to my classes. You could use that as an excuse."

He beamed at me, "Alright then, Kiley, what classes to you have?"