The girl looked panicked as she walked into the small bedroom, she sat on the corner of the bed and stared down at her blood stained hands. Her face was drenched with tears, and her breathing was uneven. She quickly stood up and walked into the attached bathroom turning both the sink faucets on full blast. She began to scrub the blood off her hands, wiping away her tears at the same time. She took a deep breath before looking up at her reflection in the mirror. She looked horrified at her blood stained self, smears of blood were found on her cheeks and small portions on her chin. Washing it off her face she dried herself off. She removed the lid from the back of the toilet and grabbed a large plastic bag of money out of it. She sniffled a couple times, grabbing a large green duffle bag from under the queen sized bed. She shoved the bag of money into the duffle bag and left the house out the window.

She walked along the rooftop carefully making her way over to a large oak tree. She climbed down the tree cautiously watching her movements. Not paying attention for a moment she stepped on a branch that was too small to hold her weight, she immediately fell about ten feet to the ground. "Shit!" She yelled out in pain. She cradled her right leg against her chest. After a moment of recuperating herself she stood back up and shook it out. She walked along the large road in front of the house where she had left from.

For hours she walked along the road, watching cars pass by, and rejecting every person who offered her a ride. Her legs were sore from all the walking, and her arms were sore from lugging around the duffel bag. She smiled as she entered what looked to be a large city. "There has to be a motel around here somewhere." She huffed tapping her foot lightly against the ground. Looking around she spotted a quiet looking motel, she ran towards it and walked inside. The bell rung as she walked through the door, a man at the front desk smiled at her. He had a stubble beard and wore a pair of glasses.

"Looking for a room?" He asked opening up a log book.

"Depends on how much rooms are for." She replied.

"Sixty-eight dollars a night." She took out the money from her bag and passed him three nights worth of cash. "Three nights it is, name please."

"Kyra Roache," She smiled. He passed her a room key after writing her name down in the book.

"We have a social room downstairs, with a television if you want to watch anything. Your room is down that hallway last door on the left." He told her pointing out the direction of her room. Kyra nodded and walked to her room. She sighed walking into her room. Feeling sweaty and dirty she undressed and took a shower, after she dried her hair and got dressed into fresh blue jeans and a black tank top she headed out to the social room. As she walked down the hallway she noticed that it was really quiet. She opened the door to the social room and found complete darkness, she searched for a light switch but couldn't find one.

"Hello? Anybody here?" Kyra yelled out walking slowly into the room. Suddenly she felt immense pain in the back of her head and she blacked out.

Her eyes were closed, and she felt so tired she didn't want to open them. She could hear voices of people talking, and the rolling of carts. Despite being tired she opened her green eyes, she squinted for a moment slightly blinded by the brightness of the white room. She sat up and looked around the unfamiliar area, it looked like she was in a hospital. Kyra looked over and a woman was sitting staring at her. She had shoulder length black hair and brown eyes. "Wh-who are you?" She stuttered suddenly feeling very uncomfortable with herself.

"It's alright. My name is Emily Prentiss I work with the FBI, I just have a few questions for you." The woman said. Kyra suddenly felt very panicked, she stood up and began to pace.

"I didn't know that he was going to hurt her." She began to cry again. "I just came home and she was dead, I didn't think he was going to be that angry about finding out that I was studying criminology. I panicked and I left I'm sorry." She was now on the floor in the fedal position rocking herself.

"Hang on a second, I don't think we're talking about the same thing. I wanted to ask you about the man from the motel where you were staying. You got attacked we were able to catch him before he did anything more than knocking you unconscious. But, I think you need to tell me more about the incident you are talking about." Emily walked up to Kyra and crouched down to her level. "Maybe you should come with me back to the station." Kyra ran her fingers through her waist length dark brown hair before nodding.

"Do you know where my clothes are?" She asked standing up staring down at the hospital gown. Emily nodded leaving the room momentarily to grab her clothes.

"Here you go." Emily said walking into the room with her duffle bag. Kyra took the bag and rummaged through it. Taking out a red and black plaid skirt, a black sweater that had to be several sizes to big for her, and a bra with matching panties, she headed into the bathroom to change. Emily looked around the hospital room and found Kyra's wallet sitting on the table she opened it. Inside was her ID and nothing else. "Hmm no family photos, no credit or debit cards, though according to her ID she's 28, she doesn't look that old." She whispered to herself. Kyra came out of the washroom dressed in the clothes she had brought in, she grabbed the duffle bag and hung it over her shoulder.

"I should be fine to leave now but I'll talk to the doctors just in case. Be right back." She left to talk to the doctors. Emily's phone began to ring.

"Prentiss here." She said answering the phone.

"Hey Prentiss, how are things going with the girl?" A male voice asked from the phone.

"Well I found out a little more than I was looking for and I think we may have another case on our hands. I'm bringing her over to the station in a few unless you want to bring her so I can help Hotch with the unsub problem."

"Yeah, I can do that just so happens I'm rolling into the hospital parking lot now. I'll see you in a few." The voice on the other end hung up, Emily smiled as she hung up her phone. Kyra walked back into the hospital room and grabbed her wallet off the table where Emily had put it back.

"They said it was alright for me to leave as long as you guys are alright with it." She stated, readjusting the duffle bag on her shoulder. "Are we going to leave now?" Emily was about to answer her when a man walked into the room, he had no hair and dark brown eyes.

"Hi I'm Agent Derek Morgan, I am also working with thee FBI. I am here to bring you down to our station." He held out his hand for her to shake. She was very sceptical of this, but cautiously shook his hand.

"I'm Kyra Roache, am I going to be riding alone with you?" She asked fearful of the answer.

"Yeah you will be, is that a problem?" He retorted.

"I think she has a male complex from the looks of things." Emily laughed slightly.

"I do not have a male complex. I just haven't had the greatest time with men." She huffed angrily. "I am completely fine with it." She walked past them both heading out of the hospital, she tried to hide the small blush that had begun to form on her pale cheeks. Derek led her to his vehicle and opened the passenger door to let her in. She sat in the car, and waited patiently for him to get into the driver's seat. "How long of a drive is this going to be?"

"Should only be about fifteen minutes, twenty minutes tops." He started the car and pulled out of the parking lot. The car was silent as he drove down the paved roads, he looked over at Kyra and he noticed she was biting her fingernails. "You know nail biting is a bad habit to have." Suddenly being very conscious of herself she stopped biting and silently shoved her hands into her sweater pocket. Derek's cell phone began to ring, still keeping his eyes on the road he looked at the caller ID and put it on speakerphone with a smile. "Why hello there baby girl, and what can I do for you?"

"Hello my sweet, just checking up seeing if you caught the creep yet." A female voice stated cheerfully.

"Yeah we got him, Hotch has him in custody."

"And the girl, did she make it out okay?" She sounded very sincere.

"Oh yeah she's fine bringing her down for a few follow up questions. Emily also said something about having a personal matter that she wants the girl to tell us about." He looked at the girl as he spoke. She just sunk down in the passenger's seat putting her hood up over her head.

"Well that's great. Just thought I'd check up I'll talk to you later."

"Talk to you later baby girl." He smiled hanging up the phone.

"Was that your girlfriend?" Kyra asked sitting up straight. He began to laugh loudly, startling her slightly.

"No she's not my girlfriend. I'm not surprised you asked though, a lot of people have." He finally turned into the parking lot of a large federal looking building. He escorted her inside the building and sat her in a seat next to a desk. "Just wait here a minute and I'll be right back." He told her walking towards an office on a higher floor. She sat there and waited patiently, she let her duffle bag sit on the floor close by the chair.

"Oh you must be Kyra, I'm Penelope Garcia. I'm so glad you're okay." A woman said walking up to her. She had dark red hair that was half up in pigtails, and blue eyes.

"Uh, hello." She said confused, everyone seemed to know her and she didn't know anything about any of them. It made her highly uncomfortable, made her feel spied on. Her voice clicked in her mind as the voice from the phone call Derek Morgan had. "You're the girl from the phone call. You and Derek have a very interesting relationship"

"Oh you heard that." She laughed slightly. "That's nothing, me and Derek have a simply platonic relationship."

"I don't really care all that much I was just curious. Learning the way people communicate with each other based on different levels of relationships is somewhat of a hobby of mine." Kyra smiled.

"Well is there anything I can get you, you must be thirsty or something?" She asked.

"Actually if it isn't to much trouble could I have a cup of tea. If you can't that's perfectly fine though." Kyra replied politely. Penelope smiled and nodded at her leaving. Derek walked over and sat on the corner of the desk a clipboard in hand he tapped it against his knee a few times before speaking.

"So Kyra Roache, I want you to start from the beginning and tell me everything that happened." He plopped the clipboard on the desk.

"E-everything?" She stuttered.

"Everything."

She sighed moving her fingers through her hair. "Well it started yesterday. It was my graduation ceremony I have been going to school for criminology, but my dad didn't know that. He was totally against me taking criminology in school, for obvious reasons."

"Obvious reasons?" He leaned over resting his arm on his knee. Kyra realised that they still hadn't had any idea about what happened, but she pretended not to hear him and continued with her story.

"My dad had found my graduation pamphlet so he attended and when he found out that I didn't actually go for Theatre and Drama, he was furious. My mother tried to calm him down on the way home but it didn't end well. When we got home the argument escalated." Tears were starting to fall down her face. "At some point during the argument he had grabbed one of the broken floor boards from under the sink. He had it and he hit her with it… again… and again. When he was done he left the house in anger and left my mother there on the floor. I tried to make her wake up, but she wouldn't she wouldn't even move."

"Here." He grabbed her a tissue which she accepted with a nod and blowing her nose.

"I had blood all over me, and I didn't want to be around when he got back home, so I called 911, washed up and left with my stuff. That's how I ended up at that motel. I got there and he invited me down to the social room as soon as I got down there something hit me in the head and then I woke up in the hospital." She had started to calm down again.

"Wow sounds like you had a rough day. Now tell me has your father been abusive in the past to you or your mother?" He asked.

"Yeah, to both of us, and that's not all he did. He was a very horrible man." Kyra held a strong look of hatred in her eyes.

"Did he ever do anything sex oriented to you?" He looked at her and she couldn't look him in the eye. Her silence told Derek everything. "I'll be right back." He walked into an office nearby, he knocked twice before walking. A man with short black hair and brown eyes was sitting at a desk writing something down on a piece of paper.

"What would you like Morgan?" He asked not even looking up from his paper.

"It's this girl Hotch. She's lucky to be alive, I don't know how she dealt with all the crap she dealt with yesterday alone let alone what her father has been doing to her for god knows how long." Derek was pacing, and Hotch looked up at him.

"Does she have a case?" He averted his attention from his work and paid closer attention to Derek.

"Well I made some calls and apparently when they went to her place they found the body but no sign of her father. Garcia did some digging and he's been the prime suspect in several open murder cases. The only witnesses were his daughter and wife and they were too scared to testify. Now that her mother's gone I think she'll be willing to work with us." Derek stopped in the center of the room.

"Alright, things have been slow lately anyways."