Anya opened the door to a crack, and found herself eyeing 3 individuals on her doorstep.
"Miss Morson?" The tall, muscular guy asked from the front, holding out an FBI ID badge.
"Yes?" She replied, opening the door wider slightly, eyeing the three pensively. A woman glanced the surrounding environment behind then, while a tall, thin male was staring down at the floor, his eyebrows furrowed behind his sunglasses.
"I'm SSA Derek Morgan, I wonder if we might take a few minutes of your time discuss the murders over the last couple of weeks?" Again she eyed the other two, particularly the guy who looked like he was in pain. "Of course," she said with a nervous smile, and motioned for the 3 to enter.
"Must be a little freaky, all this," the dark haired woman observed as she entered, looking at Anya with a sympathetic smile. She nodded, shifting uncomfortably. "Can I get anyone a drink?" She asked, but they shook there heads, and the other guy remained silent, not having removed his shades, despite the relatively dim lighting in the living area. "Is he ok?" She whispered to the woman, who was also eyeing him strangely.
She shook her head dismissively. "Reid's fine, I'm Prentiss, by the way."
Seconds later they were sat around the dining area, Morgan and Prentiss across the table and the guy they referred to as Reid at the end, unpacking a satchel.
"Did you know any of the suspects, Miss?" Morgan asked softly, and Anya thought for a moment. "I met one of them, Celia, though psychology class, but we never really spoke," she recalled, remembering how the tutor paired them together on that one short task.
Out of the corner of her eye, Reid passed her a A4 photo of the girl she remembered, smiling widely, her similarly red waves falling around her.
"Is this the girl?" Prentiss checked, but of course she knew it was, and she nodded anyway.
"How about Tina Thomson," Morgan asked, while the younger man passed another photo over of a girl she didn't recognise. Next to the one of Celia, they looked similar.
"They both have similar hair," she observed out-loud, and began to take a closer look. Separating them a couple of times, she noticed the similarities. "Both have the similar hair and eyes..."
"To you," Reid said, his voice cracking slightly from lack of speaking. Anya rose her eyes to his shaded ones from the pictures, and she could see them faintly. The image blurred with tears, and she tugged her eyes away from his to look at the pictures. He was right, and she too had known. Both looked like her in certain ways. Slightly too similar to ignore.