A/N: Hello! It has been many years since I last wrote anything by myself. When I watched Hostage (Season 11, episode 14) of Criminal Minds, I could not stop thinking "What happened to Gina?"

I decided to try my hand at writing a new story. Please, if there is any interest whatsoever in this story, let me know. I plan to continue it, but I'll only upload it if there's interest.

Please let me know what was good, what was not so good, and where I need to improve. ANY and ALL suggestions/comments/reviews are welcome.

Thank you, and love,

- Icy

"What's... where will Rose go?" Amelia stroked Lily's hair, looking up at her parents.

Maureen, who was sitting right beside her daughter on her bed, responded instantly, touching her daughter's hand lightly, "Her name is Gina. Gina Bryant." She smiled – something she hadn't genuinely done in many years.

George chimed in, with the same genuine smile on his face."I'm sure that Gina's family will be so very happy to see her once they get here, sweetie."

"She always said that she didn't have any family. I always... I always told her that Daddy and me and Daisy were her family. But she didn't listen..." She looked down at the sleeping little girl on her lap and frowned, quietly whispering, "She never listened." She looked at both of the little girls. They were both soundly asleep. They looked so peaceful. They always did. Lily and Jasmine were very peaceful little girls. They never raised their voices and they were quiet as mice. Not like Rose. Rose was too loud. Rose was never happy. Lily and Jasmine were always happy.

George cringed when he saw his little girl call her abductor and rapist 'daddy'. He was Amelia's daddy. He was Melly's daddy. He looked at his little girl on her hospital bed. He looked at his two little granddaughters. He wanted nothing more than to bash in the face of the pig who violated his Melly.

When Amelia said that Gina didn't have a family, Maureen felt her heart drop. "I'm... I'm going to grab a pop. Does anybody want one? Sweetie. Amelia, honey, do you want one? Or would Jasmine or Lily want a pop? For when they wake up?" Maureen's voice rambled quickly.

Hearing his wife babble so nervously, George gave a small chuckle. "Honey, calm down. They're not going anywhere." His voice was firm. He would not let them go anywhere. He would not let anyone hurt his daughter or his granddaughters again.

Amelia thought briefly. "They've... they've never had a pop before." Daddy had only ever given them water and sandwiches. Mostly ham and cheese, but every once in a while, if he was happy, he'd give them peanut butter and jelly. But that had been the extent of it. Some times, Amelia thought that she and Rose and Daisy had it better than Lily and Jasmine. They were lucky. Daddy paid attention to them... But he never paid attention to Lily and Jasmine. He didn't ever give them nice things, like pizza and cakes.

In response, Maureen smiled. "I-I'll get them a pop, then. Do you... do you want a pop, Amelia?"

"Um. N-no thank you." Her answer was short. In truth, she really did want a pop. She really, really wanted a pop. But she knew better than to ask for things. She smiled, but not at Maureen. She smiled at Lily and Jasmine.

Quietly, Maureen rose from the bed and left. She made sure to be quiet, so she wouldn't wake the little girls. "Um..." She raised her hand slightly, like a child in a classroom, in order to get attention. "Excuse me..." She said to the nearest person she could find, "Do you know... do you know where the FBI officers are? I-I know they were here, earlier."

The woman was sitting on a small bench outside of one of the rooms. She looked slightly unkempt. Her head was down, and her knotted hair covered her face. When she looked up, she pushed the hair from her face, and she gave a small smile. "They're outside. They just... they took Sheila's mom away."

"Sheila?" Maureen gave a puzzled look. "Isn't... isn't Sheila one of the girls that Amelia was kept with? Wait, how... how do you know about Sheila?"

She laughed, amused by the fact that Mrs. Hawthorne had no idea what really happened. "Y-you're Voilet's mom."

Instinctively, Maureen snapped. "Her name is Amelia!" Yet, as quickly as her rage came over her, it slipped away. "Oh, my God. Gina." She dropped to her knees instantly. "I'm so sorry, Gina." She reached out, placing her hand on Gina's knee.

Gina flinched, but didn't shy away. "It-it's okay..." She smiled and placed her hand atop Mrs. Hawthorne's.

"Gina..." She did not know what to say. "Gina..."

"Mrs. Hawthorne, you... you need to get back to... to Amelia." She had a hard time remembering Violet's real name. As often as she had yelled at Amelia for calling her 'Rose', she should have had an easier time remembering her friend's true name.

"Gina, where are you going to go?" She blurted out the words just as quickly as possible. Her mouth worked too quickly for her brain. After she inhaled deeply, she said, slowly, "Amelia said that you... that you didn't have a family. Is that true?"

Gina blinked, taken aback by Mrs. Hawthorne's words. "I... I... uh." She stammered, unsure of how to respond, "The-the people... the FBI people. They said that... they said that they would help me... find some housing... with counselors. Who could help me... they could help me learn more. Help me find a... a nice job."

Maureen looked at the little girl sitting on the bench. She was eighteen years old, but she was still a little girl. "Gina," She didn't give a second thought before she continued, "Would you like to come live with us? You... you're the reason that we have Amelia back." She paused. "Those FBI agents said that... they said that you were the one who escaped."

"Amelia got real mad at me." She gave a small, sad smile. "Amelia was always a good girl. Me and Sheila weren't so good. Sheila was better. They were special."

"Gina, sweetie, you are special, too." Maureen wasn't sure what else to say, but she did truly mean it. All of the girls were special. They had survived.

She scoffed. "I'm so special that my dad left three days after I was born, and my mom did drugs to forget. I don't remember, but I was six months old when they found me next to her. She'd been dead for two days before they found me."

"Oh, God, honey..." She squeezed Gina's hand, trying to offer some form of comfort.

Gina shrugged, not wanting to stew on the past. "Honestly, as bad as it was with Tom, part of me still thinks that it would... that I was better off with him. At least he wanted me. I... all the foster parents that I had gone through didn't want me. I was so young when I went in to foster care. I was a cute, blonde little baby. Don't people always want the cute little blonde babies?" She felt tears in her eyes. "Nobody wanted me. Tom... he wanted me."

Maureen shook her head. She had so much she wanted to say, but she knew that it wasn't the right time. "Gina, look at me. Look at my eyes."

Gina tried, but she couldn't. She couldn't bring herself to look up. She stopped making eye contact with adults a long, long time ago. She could make eye contact with Sheila and Amelia, but not with adults. The foster parents got mad and said she was defiant. Tom got mad and said she was a bad girl.

"Gina, sweetheart, we want you. I want you. You saved my little girl. You saved four lives, Gina. You saved other little girls from getting taken. You saved other families from year and years of heartache. You are a hero, Gina. Please, think about coming with us. In a few days, once the police let us... we're going to go back to Indianapolis. We want you to come with us."

She started to breathe heavily. "I-I... I need my dog." She wrung her hands nervously. "I need... I need my-my dog. Please, I-I need my dog. I can't go without-I can't go without my dog."

Maureen wrinkled her brow. The police hadn't said anything about a dog. "He... he let you have a dog? You got to keep a dog?"

"No, he gave me... I was really, really good for a while and he gave me a dog and I need him back. He tried to take him away when I was bad again, but I hid him. I can't go anywhere without him! I let Sheila have him when... when I left, but I need my dog back!"

"I'll go find the agents and I'll ask them, okay? If... Gina, if we get you that dog back, will you come with us?"

Gina rocked back and forth, trying to calm herself down. "I-I need my dog. I need my dog."

Maureen held her hand out, hoping and praying that Gina would take it. "Come on, let's go ask. Okay? We'll go ask about getting your dog back."

Gina kept her head down, but took Maureen's hand. It seemed to take an eternity to get to the destination. The halls seemed like tunnels to Gina. Never ending, repetitive tunnels. She hadn't been outside in so long, and she was still adjusting to having so much to look at. She had memorized every single thing in their room. Even behind the curtain. She memorized it all. Over and over, to calm herself as they walked, Gina kept muttering to herself. "I need my dog. I need my dog. I have to have my dog."

As they walked, Maureen wondered what she'd done. What had she gotten herself in to? What had she gotten her family in to? Why did she do this? Why had she let Amelia get taken? Why had all of this happened?

They stepped outside and, just as Gina had said, the FBI agents were there, packing up their things and getting ready to head out in their large black SUVs. "Excuse me," Maureen called, barely loud enough to be heard. "Excuse me, can you... do you have a minute?"

It was Agent Hotchner that responded first. "Mrs. Hawthorne," He cocked his head to the side, looking at the girl who was standing with her. "Is everything okay?"

Agent Reid chimed in as well, but he addressed Gina directly. "Gina, are you all right?" He crouched down slightly to get a look at her face.

"I-I need my dog. Can I have my dog? Please?" She kept her eyes to the ground. She looked at her shoes. She hadn't had shoes in a long time, and the hospital gave her some shoes. They were plain sneakers, and they had elastic instead of regular laces. She liked that, because she never learned to tie her shoes. She used to tuck her laces in to her shoes for school, because the foster parents wouldn't ever get her velcro shoes. They didn't bother to teach her to tie them, either.

"You have a dog, Gina? Where is your dog? We'll help you get it." He got down on one knee, still hoping that the girl would look at him. She did, on the first day she was in the hospital. After that day, though, she had refused to make eye contact with anyone. The doctors said that, even despite everything she'd been through, she was extremely mature. She was not well socialized, but extremely mature. They retracted that statement rather quickly.

"He's at the house. He's at Tom's house. I need to get him back. Please, I need my dog." At that moment, she met Agent Reid's eyes and whispered, "Please. I need my dog."