A/N: Salutations, readers! I've had this story cooking in my head and it's featuring another O/C Love Interest, since anyone Reid is paired with is there for one episode OR gets murdered. Hey-oh! If you like it, please review and subscribe! Please Enjoy :)

Zoe Martin looked haggard as she rushed into the reception area of the BAU. She held a cardboard box filled with dusty and aging files to her chest, and her glasses slipped down her nose. She practically ran at the secretary and slammed her box of documents onto the countertop.

"I need to speak with someone from the BAU." she said, glancing behind her. She was sure that security had caught wind of her by now.

Rosalin arched an eyebrow at the girl.

"Do you have an appointment? Or at least a security badge?" the secretary said. Zoe groaned, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

"No, look, please, I really need to talk to someone, it's about a case my mother was involved with 20 years ago, they'll be able to help, no, please don't call security." she begged as Rosalin slowly moved her hand toward the phone.

As Zoe continued to plead with the secretary, Penelope Garcia walked into the office, holding a huge cappuccino and looking at her phone. Security hurried in behind her, heading for Zoe at the desk.

"No! Please, I promise, it's serious! I'm not crazy, I went to the police." Zoe spun around at the security guards, tears in her eyes. "The police won't help me, I need to talk to someone from the BAU. Please."

Garcia paused, and looked up. The two security guards were taking Zoe by the arms and starting to lead her away, but she was resisting.

"Hold on," Garcia said, her curiosity piqued. She looked up at the security guards, who seemed unfazed by the orders coming from the woman with pink and blonde hair. She sighed, flashing them her clearance badge. "Let her go, I want to hear what she wants." she said.

"Thank you!" Zoe said, beaming at Garcia with relief. "My name is Zoe Martin." She stuck out her hand, but she was shaking. Garcia noticed, but didn't say anything.

"I'm Penelope Garcia, I'm a technical analyst, but I work with one of the BAU teams." she paused, looking at the girl up and down. She wore blue jeans and a button up flannel. Her long dark hair was pulled back, but most of it was falling out of her ponytail holder. She looked like she hadn't slept, but was still very beautiful, in a serene sort of way. Penelope smiled.

"You look like you need a cup of tea. Come with me. Boys, your valiant efforts here won't go unnoticed." she said to the security guards with a wink, and motioned for Zoe to follow her.

Once they were seated at a small table in the breakroom, a steaming cup of chamomile in front of Zoe, Garcia slowly began to understand why the girl looked so tired and scared.

"20 years ago, my mother became the only survivor of the Red Wing Killer in Western Virginia. He raped, tortured, and then killed 7 girls before he captured my mother. All the other victims he stalked, but the police think my mother sort of accidentally stumbled on his dump site as he was burying the 7th body. My mother doesn't remember anything, really, not what he looked like or even what he did to her, but she still has scars and there was evidence of sexual abuse. Only, she escaped. She saw an opportunity and ran, and nobody ever caught him, but there were no more murders." she stopped for a second, taking a drink of tea. "My mother died 5 months ago. And ever since then, I've been receiving threatening notes that look just like the ones the other victims were receieving before they were taken. The Red Wing killer is after me, and I don't know what to do." She placed her hands on her face and rubbed her temples.

"You went to the police?" Garcia asked. Zoe nodded.

"They said all they could do was send a patrol car every couple of hours past my house at night. But the letters are coming more often, every day now. And yesterday, he sent me this." she pulled a polaroid from the box, and slid it across the table. It was of a woman, stripped naked and bound to a chair, with burns all over her body.

"That's my mother." Zoe said, as her voice cracked. Penelope's breath caught in her throat.

"Oh sweetie."

"Anyways, I've been doing lots of research online, and I came across the BAU a few times. I finally decided I needed some serious help when I got this, and I know since there hasn't been a victim yet, at least not in 20 years, and I know you guys only officially assist on police cases-"

"Stop," Garcia said, putting her hand up. "'Official' is not a word I believe in. I have friends in high places." she smiled as she pressed Morgan's name on her phone.

"Babygirl, I'm not so sure I can pull this one with Hotch." Morgan said, his thick eyebrows knotted together in concern.

"You owe me like 300 unclaimed favors and I assure you this one will wipe out, like, half of them." she whispered back. "It's a serial killer. That's who you guys are after. And one that is infamous for never being caught, and it's right here in Virginia. Pleaaaaaasssee."

Morgan sighed, and smiled. "I can't say no to a face like that. Is that her?" he nodded in the direction of Zoe, who stood, rocking nervously back and fourth on her toes, in the corner of the bullpen. "Let me talk to her, get more details on the case."

After a half an hour of studious note taking, Zoe watched agent Morgan report upstairs to meet with his boss. Her stomach was in knots, but she hardly noticed, it was becoming a normal feeling. She'd lost 20 pounds in the past five months, and now her thick brown hair was thinning. The stress was slowly eating away at her, and fear became a mortal enemy. Garcia had excused herself to go run some diagnostics in her lab, so Zoe sat at Morgan's desk alone.

"Um, has somebody helped you?" a voice said from behind her, and she spun the chair around. A thin, tall, and unusually attractive guy stood before her. She blinked up at him, not really registering what he had said.

"Oh, yeah, I'm just waiting for Agent Morgan." she replied.

"Are you his girlfriend?" the guy asked. She laughed, shaking her head.

"No, no, I'm Zoe. I, uh, came in because I needed help. He's talking to his boss about the case. My case. My mother's case. I..." she trailed off, trying to figure out how to explain in.

"Well, I'm Dr. Spencer Reid, I work with Dere-, uh, Agent Morgan. Why are you here?"

"Um...have you ever heard of the Red Wing Killer? Terrorized West Virginia in the early 90's, raped, tortured, killed 7 women?" she asked.

"Yeah!" his eyes lit up "I actually cited him in my thesis when I was writing a paper for a university magazine, I studied his case in one of my credential programs too, when I started working for the FBI. There was actually a survivor, if I remember correctly, although the amount of hallucinogenic drugs he fed to his victims made her incapable of remembering any details of him or what was done to her. I remember wanting to interview her a few years ago, but she was hard to track down. Wait, why are you here because of that?"

"I'm her daughter." she said, her tone unsure of how he would react.

He stopped, looking at her carefully. "Are you feeling okay?" he asked, noting the paleness of her skin, the way her hands shook, how her eyes were tinged red around the edges and her lips chapped. She was taken aback by the sudden change in subject.

"I'm fine. Just..." she paused for a second, twisting her lips to the side as she thought. "Each of the victims of that case, right, received identical threatening notes outlining what was going to be done to them when he took them, all of his twisted fantasies and ramblings on why he had to do this. Well, my mother died about 5 months ago, and since then, I've been receiving the same notes. The same handwriting, the same kind of stuff, all signed with an X. Just like theirs. I think he's back, and I think I'm his next victim."

A/N: First Chapter- DONE! Next chapter on it's way tomorrow, I promise it'll be good! Review and subscribe if you like what you SEE:) Thanks for reading!