"FBI!" Rossi announced as he busted into the main door of a charming two-story home in a quiet suburban neighborhood. He entered into the dark house with Agent Greer directly behind him followed by a quartet of metro police officers.

The local precinct received a call from a person reporting people screaming from their neighbor's home. Rossi hoped that he would be able to finally catch the UnSub he had been hunting. They stormed through the seemingly empty house clearing room by room as they moved.

He approached a room with the name 'Libby' written on the door. He glanced inside the girl's bedroom but didn't see anyone. "Check under the bed and in the closet." Rossi instructed one of the police officers as he continued down the hallway that was covered in framed family memories.

Rossi cautiously approached the master bedroom; he knew what he would find behind the closed door and hated the fact that he wasn't any closer to catching this UnSub. He pushed his way into the room where he found a blood-soaked man lying dead on the bed. As he glanced over the area he noticed that the wife was dead on the ground over to the side of the room, which he found odd. An officer leaned over the poor women with his fingers on her neck, he looked up to Rossi and shook his head.

"Rossi." Agent Greer entered the bedroom. "There is no sign of the girl, Olivia. Should we put out an APB?"

"He has never kidnapped before, that seems out of character for him." Rossi turned back to the woman who was on the floor in front of the closed closet door. He took a few steps closer to the slotted French doors. "Olivia, honey, everything is okay now. I am with the police."

Rossi heard a child's whimper from behind the slotted doors. He quickly grabbed the burgundy throw blanket and covered the woman's body. He then gently opened the doors. "It's okay, sweetheart, my name is David. You can come out now." He crouched down and stared at an eight year old girl who had her face buried into her knees with her arms tightly wrapped around her legs.

Olivia slowly lifted her eyes and peeked up at Rossi as he held out his hand to her. She then glanced to where her mom was, now covered with a blanket.

"Look at me sweetheart, come on." Rossi urged. In one swift motion he swooped her into his arms as she clutched hers around his neck. "You are going to be okay, Olivia."

"Libby." She quietly uttered.

"What?" He asked as he remembered seeing 'Libby' written on her door.

"My name is Libby." She then buried her face into his shoulder.

He stood up as he stroked her back. "I need you to keep your eyes closed, okay? Just until we get out of here," Rossi told her.

Within moments they were downstairs. The dark empty house was now well lit and swarming with police officers, crime scene units, and other personnel. He made his way outside carrying Libby in her nightgown to the ambulance that was parked out front. "Let's have the medics look at you." He went to put her down.

"Don't leave me!" She cried out and clutched onto him tighter.

"I won't leave you. I promise."

Libby looked to him and smiled through her tears.

The medic started to check her vitals as she sat on the back of the ambulance with Rossi by her side holding her hand.

*** 15 Years Later ***

Rossi held onto Libby's hand as they sat in the last row of the courtroom.

She couldn't take her eyes off of the defendant who had aged but looked the same as she remembered. He sat and paid attention to the lawyers arguing their cases. Libby leaned into Rossi. "Do you think he is actually going to get out?"

"I don't know." He wanted to be able to reassure her but he also didn't want to give her false hope. "That was a key piece of evidence that they were able to get thrown out. The rest of the case was mostly circumstantial."

The courtroom collectively went silent awaiting for the judge's ruling. "Based on the blood evidence being inadmissible, I have no choice but to vacate the conviction. John Phelps, you are a free man." The judge slammed down the gavel as the crowd murmured against the ruling.

Phelps stood up and hugged his lawyer with a smile on his face. He turned and looked directly at Libby and gave a wink.

"I need to get out of here." She stood up with tears rolling down her cheeks.

"Let me take you home," Rossi insisted.

She shook her head. "Thanks, Uncle Dave, but I think I just need to be on my own for a little bit. I will call you later, okay?"

"Okay." He gave her a hug but felt helpless as he watched her walk down the hallway alone.

The elevator doors opened to the sixth floor of the BAU. Rossi stepped into the foyer and headed into the bullpen.

"Good morning, Rossi." Prentiss greeted with a smile.

Rossi brushed past her without a word, without acknowledging any of them. He quickly climbed the steps then went into his office where he slammed the door shut behind him.

"Was it something I said?" She turned to the rest of the team.

Hotch stepped out from his office to see all the concerned faces looking up at him for answers. He then went to Rossi's door and knocked. After no response, he announced himself. "Dave?" Still nothing. "I'm coming in." Hotch opened the door to see Rossi sitting at his desk holding onto a framed picture.

"I take it that it wasn't good news." Hotch tilted his head. "Do you need to take some time?"

"He got off, Aaron. A murderer has been set free. I worked that case day and night for months and I know that I got the right guy."

Hotch looked at the picture that his friend was holding, Rossi and Olivia were grinning on her graduation day. She wore her honors proudly. Rossi stood like a peacock next to her. "How is Olivia handling it?"

"You should have seen her face. She tried to put up a brave front, you know how she is, but she is so torn up inside and I just don't know what to do." Rossi admitted.

"Come on, let's gather the team in the conference room." Hotch headed toward the office door.

Rossi shook his head. "You guys go ahead, I think I need to sit this next case out."

"I'm afraid I can't allow that, Dave. We are going to need you on this one."

"What for?"

"I am reopening the John Phelps case and I am going to need the lead case worker to help."

Rossi smirked as he placed the frame down on his desk. "Let's get this guy."