A.N. So here's number three! I know, I know...number two's not done. I'm having some serious writer's block on that, so thought I'd work on this one instead. Like mentioned in the summary, you don't have to have read the others to get this... If you want to, anyway, they're on FictionPress. Same username. Huge shoutout to NazzyWazzy, .Stars, and the Devil's Girlfriend for being my awesome reviewers. Kidney you! :) Sorry for any OOC...

The group of agents stood on the stage, watching the terrified middle and high school students filter into the auditorium.

The dark-haired man who seemed to be in charge stepped forward, a pretty blonde lady beside him. He let her ahead of him to the podium.

The auditorium hushed. The woman brushed hair out of her face. "Hello, I'm Agent Jennifer Jareau with the FBI's Behavior Analysis Unit. We're here to catch the killer in your town, who we believe goes to your school. We have a preliminary profile prepared. If you know anyone who fits this description, please let us know. Agent Hotchner will give you the profile."

JJ stepped back and let Hotch take the podium. "We are looking for a teenage girl, high school age. She's quiet and aloof, a loner. She may have a small group of friends, and she doesn't join groups looking for more people to be with. She'll be smart, smart enough to leave little evidence at the scene. We think that she's a little OCD, and maybe suffering from other mental disorders. Her work will either be meticulous and perfect, or not done at all. She doesn't do things halfway. She'll be in a set of activities that mean a lot to her. We think she might have music training. She's probably out of town a lot, and won't say either why or where she was. Like Agent Jareau said, if you know anyone, anyone at all, who might fit even part of this description, please let us know. Thank you."

Hotch and his team stood in the auditorium lobby, watching students return to class, praying for any kind of lead in their case.

A tall girl with long brown hair came up to them. "I know a girl who might fit the, uh, profile you gave."

"Yes?" Hotch said intently. "What's her name?"

"Sare Mitchell," the girl replied. "She's in my next period class."

Hotch looked at the girl, then at his team. "Reid, Morgan, go with her. Bring Sare with you—we'll take her to the station."

Reid and Morgan followed the girl down two hallways, through a set of doors, and down another hallway before they came to the room. It was nearly empty, students not yet willing to return to class. The teacher was present, along with two boys, a group of girls chatting, and a girl with her head on her desk.

The girl that had given the team their lead pointed to the girl with her head down. "That's Sare. She's like hardly ever here, but she's still in honors classes. She refuses to answer any questions about where she goes or, like, the job that takes up all of her time."

Morgan crossed the room to where Sare sat. "Sare Mitchell? Can you come with me, please?"

Sare looked up and groaned. "Is this about what happened in Nevada? Because honestly, Hunter said he'd deal with that. Plus, we just got home three hours ago."

"No, it's not about what happened in Nevada," Morgan said, shooting Reid a look, one that held the statement What happened in Nevada?

Sare scooped up her stuff and followed Morgan and Reid out into the hall.

Through the window the BAU team could see Sare in the police station's interrogation room, sitting calmly. Too calmly, to be honest.

"It's almost like she's comfortable in there," Rossi said. "She's not displaying typical behavior. Even an innocent person would be nervous, but she's not. It's like she knows what's going to happen."

"But how could she?" Prentiss said. "Either she's a murderer, in which case she'd be displaying signs of nerves, knowing she'd be arrested, tried, and imprisoned, or we have an innocent teenage girl who has no idea why she was just brought in."

"I'm going to go talk to her," Hotch said. "Rossi, do you want to come, too?"

Sare looked up as Hotch and Rossi entered the room. "About time. I want—"

"A lawyer, we know," Rossi cut in.

Sare tipped her head, the picture of innocence. "Actually, I was going to say a phone call. My phone was confiscated when I was brought in, and I need to call Hunter."

Out in the observation room, Morgan looked at Reid. "There's that Hunter again. She mentioned him when she mentioned the Nevada thing."

"Yeah, he was supposed to deal with whatever happened in Nevada," Reid replied. "This whole situation implies that Hunter is someone she knows and trusts, trusts enough to get her out of sticky spots or any trouble."

Hotch handed Sare his phone. She deftly typed in a number, then waited patiently as the phone rang, until whoever was on the other end answered it.

"Hey, Hunter…no, the FBI brought me in…they think I'm a murderer…of course…What?...Collared?...Damn…how about…well, at least that's good…yeah…the PD near my school…yep, that's one…okee-dokee. See you soon…I know, Hunter…'kay. See you."

She handed the phone back to Hotch. "Thanks. I appreciate it."

Hotch handed his phone to Garcia. "Can you replay the most recent conversation for me, please?"

Garcia gave Hotch a look. "Of course I can. I am your tech goddess, after all."

She hooked Hotch's cell up to her computer and hit a few buttons. Sare's voice floated out of the speakers, along with that of an adult male.

"Hey, Hunter. Sare? Are you in school? No, the FBI brought me in. What? Why? They think I'm a murderer. But you're not! Of course. Oh, did you hear? What? We found Lindsey. Collared? Yes. Damn…how about? He was still with her. Well, at least that's good. True. So do you want us to come and help get you off? Yeah. Where are you? The PD near my school. Corner of Market and Willow? Yep, that's one. We'll be there in half an hour. Okee-dokee. See you soon. Sare, we'll get you off. I know you didn't do this. I know, Hunter. Like I said, we'll be here in half an hour. All of us. 'Kay. See you."