Behaviour of some people are strange to others. Some will do things a certain way and think it is the right way others will do things another way with the same logic as the first. Many things are different then others. When people do crimes they use that same thinking pattern and that is where the team I work for comes in to play. We analyze the way people do their crimes and we try and solve those said crimes so the victims can have justice. Each team member is fighting their own daemons within themselves which gave them reason to join. I myself was a victim when I was just twelve years old. I was kidnapped and brutally tortured but never raped. I never knew why I was not raped but finally after several long months my attacker told me why.

"You are a child of god, you will not be harmed if you accept him in your life. You will be beaten till you know why god wishes this upon you. You will accept the fact that you are just a vessel waiting to be filled with knowledge"

Soon my screams of pain echoed in the night and that was when the door flew open I saw a man run in and next thing I knew I was waking up in the hospital. My mother and father crying in the hall way another man was talking with them and I saw the same man that rescued me.

"Hi there how are you feeling?"

"S-Sore" I said with a crackling voice.

He smiled and handed me a cup of water with some ice. Ever since then he stayed with me during the trial and afterwards. He taught me everything I know today. He trained me to defend myself and he always made sure I was in school and he made sure I was always doing good in my grades. He became my fathers best friend and he was like family to us. After all that hard work that I was accepted into the FBI. The Behaviour Analysis Unit, or BAU for short. I was wanting to prove to my best friend and uncle that I could be like him and show him I was capable of taking down people just like he did. I wanted to save those innocent ones from what I went through. There were seven very special people me making the team eight wonderfully qualified people to solve the most heinous crimes. Aaron Hotchner is the lead investigator in the team then there is myself Agent Jean Summers, Agent Derek Morgan, Agent Jason Gideon, Agent Jennifer Jareau, Agent Emily Prentiss, and Agent Spencer Reid. Then there is our Technical Analyst Penelope Garcia. As we were coming into the office to do paper work I was talking with my uncle and he was praising me for a job well done.

"You did good kiddo, listen we need to talk about some stuff. When are you free?"

"Next week is that alright?" I asked.

"Yeah sure. Remember call me often and don't forget I am always here for you when you need me to be" he said.

I smiled and when I put my cell in my pocket I ended up bumping into agent Hotchner. He was looking at me in his usual face of seriousness. He was always serious and yet I knew that he always tried to hid his emotions from others so he would seem strong.

"Is everything alright?" he asked.

"Yep never better" I said with a smile.

"Good... listen I was wondering-"

"Hey Jean your father is here to talk to you and so is your uncle" said Derek.

"Alright I will be there in a minute" I said softly.

I then looked at Aaron and he was looking at me and I could tell his frustration level was high. He was grinding his teeth and that was when I gave him a smile and I walked away from him when he told me he could wait. I then saw my father and uncle and I smiled brightly at them.

"Jean we are glad your OK, is there some where we can talk?" asked my uncle.

"Well if its this urgent sure"

I then led them to my office and I was a little shocked at why it could not wait for them to tell me when I was off of work at least. My uncle was looking at me seriously and I looked at my father.

"He is out, I know I was just on the phone with you like a minute ago but this can not wait. Your father and I have received these pictures" said my uncle.

I looked at him and then I looked at the pictures, they were of me. I almost fell when I saw the pictures and I began to cry. My life was perfect now and yet I was going to be hunted and tortured yet again.

"He sent us this letter" said my father.

"Read it to me" I said in sobs.

"Dear child, my life's work is not done. You were the one to elude me in this time of reconciliation. You will be converted and brought to justice for sending me to jail. Your family will suffer and you will accept gods wish in your life. You will be brought closer to him and you will be given to him as his final wish of me. You are the one arch angel that got away and it is my duty to bring you back to him. S."

I was looking at all of them and I thought about how we could solve this. Then it finally came to me. The team had to be brought into this. I knew they were the best to take this case and solve it before I was taken away from them. I called my main boss and I told him I needed this one favour from him. After much persuasion he gave me the OK to do the case. I called everyone in the conference room and I set up all the girls he murdered and I left my case out.

"His name is Steven Johnson. An extreme activist for what he believes is gods work. He tortures his victims and no one knew about him until he took a child while she was playing on the playground with some of her friends. He will to-torture them until they say they accept god or they die from their wounds. He has six victims, the seventh victim got away thanks to a very wonderful group of police officers dedicated to find the seventh girl before she was killed"

"Do we have the name of the seventh victim?" asked Emily.

I looked at my uncle and then to my father and I held up one picture and walked over to the board. I then put my name on top and took one little breath. This was it this was when I was finally going to accept the fact that I was a victim at age twelve to an evil no child should ever go through.

"Me" I said to the team.