A/N: Hey guys, so I'm just going to give you a quick run down of Angel as a character and her gifts for those of you who haven't read the books. For those of you who HAVE, yes. I kind of played her gifts down. She's borderline evil in the later books. Maybe evil isn't the right word, but very manipulative. This is after she's grown up obviously. Angel has the ability to read minds and influence, but in mine she doesn't really do the latter. She has pure white wings that she can fly with, blonde hair, she's ridiculously adorable, and kind of Dumbledore-ish in the books. She can also breathe under water. I think that's the extent of what I'm going to give her and I'm focusing on Angel in the first few books rather than the last when you aren't sure who's side she's on. Let me know if you have any questions or if I didn't explain enough.

Chapter one: Angel

"Hey, wait!" Angel stuck her arm out to stop the doors from closing and let the man, who looked a bit young, in with her.

"Thank you," he said.

"You're welcome. What floor?"

"Oh, uh, six, please."

She pressed the number and smiled. "Same as me. I'm Angel Ride."

"Spencer Reid."

"Are you, by any chance on the Behavioral Analysis Unit?" He was, she could tell from his thoughts. He also hadn't had his coffee yet, it spilled on the metro, and he thought she was pretty.

"Yes, I am. Are you here with a case?"

"Actually, today's my first day on the BAU. I met with Agent Hotchner yesterday."

Now he was wondering why he didn't know ahead of time that they were getting a new teammate. This was usually the sort of thing that spread rumors weeks ahead of time. The elevator dingedat the arrival of their destination. He graciously stretched out an arm for her to go first.

She walks like she's dancing. Like the floor is a stage of air. Then Spencer stopped mid-step, making Angel turn around too- her long, blonde hair in a long, blonde braid over her shoulder and her royal blue dress caught in a twirl of her movement; he had never had such poetic thoughts.

"Are you okay?" She asked with a smile at his thoughts.

"Oh, um, yeah. Sorry. Here, I'll show you to your desk."

He lead the way and she followed closely in her graceful steps, bouncing on the balls of her feet with each one. Spencer noticed, meaning Angel noticed through him, that as they moved through the bullpen people stopped and looked up from whatever they were looking at to watch her closely. She was different.

Her desk was on the other side of Morgan's, across from his. The first thing she did was sit in her chair and twirl around in it with a manic grin. "This is perfect, Spencer, thank you."

"Well, you can put up pictures or a potted plant or something. Most people do."

"Do you?"

He shrugged. "No. I don't care about anything enough to bring it to work and keep it there. I don't see the point."

"It's to remind us of all the wonderful things that keep us going in the face of the things that leave most with horrible nightmares."

"Some of us do get nightmares."

"But they pass." She stood from the chair and started pulling things from her bag. Colorful post it note pads, pens and sharpies of the rainbow, and one picture frame.

"Who are they?" He asked her.

Angel kept it. After all these years, she kept the only picture that had ever been taken of the entire family. She pointed to each person with a small smile that took her years to recover. She remembered them all as though it had only been yesterday.

"That's Max, she was the oldest. I was always her favorite, but everyone pretended like we didn't know." He smiled. "That's Dylan and Fang. They fought over Max like you wouldn't believe. But she was always meant for Fang. Then there was Iggy and Ella. Ella was Max's sister. Iggy was blind, but a great cook. They were sickeningly adorable together. She was so in love with him from the moment they met. Nudge, she could talk. We called her the Nudge Channel. All Nudge. All the time."

Here she chuckled slightly. "Then, there was Gazzy. He did amazing impressions. He was my brother. There's Ella and Max's mom, Dr. Martinez. She was a veterinarian. Jeb-" The words stumbled across her tongue. "He was our father, all of us, in a way. Total and Akila are the dogs. They're still with me. This one, that was me."

She was so little. Only what, five? Six?

"Seven," she answered aloud. He looked startled. She glanced over to him and shrugged apologetically. "You're a loud thinker."

He frowned and looked down at his feet. Then he was suddenly holding a cup of coffee made just the way he liked, which if you asked anyone else was with way too much sugar. He looked over at Morgan gratefully and Angel watched him, listening in. He cared very much for this Agent Morgan. They were very close.

"Hey! Pretty Boy! Who's your girlfriend?"

Angel smiled. Spencer's care for Morgan as his brother was mutual and she could feel the sincerity in his mind that he just wanted Spencer to be happy.

"Morgan, this is Agent Ride. She's new to the BAU. Angel, this is Derek Morgan."

She held her hand out for him to shake and he took it, not too hard, but firmly in a confident way. "Angel Ride? That's a heck of a name."

"As opposed to Derek Morgan which mean a sea-born ruler? That's rather presumptuous, don't you think?"

He laughed. "I like her, Reid. Snatch her up before someone else does."

Does he have to make jokes like that? Especially in front of her? Now she's going to think I'm only being nice to her because I like her.

Angel smiled serenely and took the coffee out of Morgan's hands, effectively stealing it with a sip from it. Morgan looked heartbroken as another woman came over to the desk on the other side of Spencer's.

"What's going on?"

"Angel stole Morgan's coffee," Spencer said with a chuckle.

Angel held her hand out, swerving the cup away from Morgan trying to take it back. The woman took it, wondering to herself with a anxious bite of bitterness on whether or not this was someone she just didn't know because she hadn't been here long. If this was another part of the family she had to fight to be a part of.

"Hi, Emily Prentiss."

"Angel Ride."

"That's an interesting name-"

"Don't," Morgan interrupted. "She'll own the name thing."

Emily held her hands up in surrender. "Okay."

"Today's my first day," Angel reassured her.

Her face brightened. "Oh! Well, welcome."

"Guys, we have a case."

Angel glanced up with the rest to a blonde making her way with a stack of folders to a conference room. Spencer and Morgan brought her to the room where she smiled at the round table. Max wasn't into telling them the usual normal stories most children were told, but Jeb told them stories. She loved stories about King Arthur and the knights of the Round Table.

"Don't sit down," Hotch said, coming into the room. "They want us in Olympia, WA immediately. You'll all have to be briefed on the jet. Angel, you have your go-bag?"

The blonde began passing around files and Angel nodded as they walked back out of the room. An older gentleman gave her a strange look and held his hand out to shake and she took it.

"I don't believe we've met. I'm Dave Rossi."

"Angel Ride. It's a pleasure."

"Right, Agent Ride is our newest team member. She came very highly recommended."

"I didn't know we were looking." Rossi commented.

Hotch didn't answer aloud, but Angel heard the thought. She was too good to pass up. Haven't seen credentials that impressive since Reid. She smiled to herself and picked up the metallic pink luggage bag from underneath her desk.

"Where's your coffee?" She heard Rossi ask.

"I don't want to talk about it."

The victims were Ella Moreine age 20, Harley Williams age 23, Lily Opine age 22, and Tessa Crowley age 25. Four victims in four weeks all with signs of sexual abuse. Now, Kalie Teran was missing. She was 19. They all had blonde hair and blue eyes. Angel could hear the thoughts around her all shift to she and JJ, though mostly Angel as she was closer to the victims' ages.

"These are track marks," she said on the jet, one leg crossed over the other and her foot shaking. She hated being in such air crafts. She'd rather fly herself. She'd definitely get there faster. She could feel her wings tingle in frustration, but she held back the urge to get up and pace. "The unsub poisoned them. Injection. Do we know what they used?"

"There were traces of strychnine found in their veins."

She nodded. "Painful. The most painful. They wanted them to suffer."

"In the past, strychnine was available in a pill form and was used to treat many human ailments, but today, strychnine is used primarily as a pesticide, particularly to kill rats."

She looked up at Spencer in surprise, not at what he said, but the endless list of other facts he was thinking about as soon as the poison was named. He looked over, saw her watching him, and his mind went blank. Morgan thought this amusing. JJ thought it cute.

"Right," Hotch said. "So we may be looking at someone incapable of killing them physically."

"But he still has to get these women to the next location. He's perceived as nonthreatening."

"What were they all doing before they were abducted?"

Emily flipped a page. "It seems they were all heading to a club with friends, never came home. Taken on Fridays."

"Then he had to be handsome," JJ said under her breath. "Not much else could separate the pack."

"Unless they knew him. If he was an ex or something that wanted to talk."

"No," Angel said. "If they were in a group she wouldn't have gone with him. Especially if he's a recent ex. She would thrive on her friends seeing that he was desperate to still speak to her. Not an ex."

Spencer, Hotch, and Rossi stared at her from across and beside her.

Was she a mean girl?

That's something.

She's right.

"What's wrong?"

"Just, listening."

When they landed, They drove over to the local sheriff department and met with the sheriff, Mortimer Morales.

"Sheriff Morales? I'm Agent Jennifer Jareau, the communications liaison for the FBI's Behavioral Analysis Unit. We spoke on the phone?"

"Right, I can't tell you how happy I am to see you guys here."

Hotch shook the man's hand next. "I'm SSA Aaron Hotchner, SSA's Derek Morgan, David Rossi, Emily Prentiss, Angel Ride, and Dr. Spencer Reid."

"Good to meet you and again, I am so glad that you're here. I don't know what to. We don't have any leads."

"Well, we'll see what we can do. Is there an office we can work in?"

"Right this way, we have a board and some markers, our case files, etc. Is there anything else I can get you guys?"

Angel frowned at an internal war waging in his mind and moved up a little bit to shake his hand. "Hi, I'm Angel. Kalie is your niece, isn't she?"

"Yes. She is. Thank you for not saying was."

"We're going to find her," she promised.

He nodded and led them to an office, presumably his own, where he had cleared the furniture out aside from a table, a few chairs, and the board. He had decided to let them use his own office, rather than kicking someone else out of theirs. He and his niece were very close.

"That was well handled," Emily told her. Angel thanked her.

"I think, Reid, you stay here and see if you can find any other connection between the victims other than physical attributes. JJ, you and Rossi go look at the bodies, see if there is anything else we can learn from them. Prentiss, Morgan, you two go to the dumpsite. Angel, you and I will be talking to the family members."

He wanted to see how she worked. He was currently thinking about all of the different strategies he had seen others use in talking to the families and suspects.

"How did you know she was his niece?" Hotch asked. "That was no where in the files."

"He was personally invested in one of the victims, and the eagerness and worry as opposed to aggression meant that she was the latest. Their last names are different so I just sort of guessed."

She couldn't very well tell him she read his mind. She had had to learn how to prove the truth and push people in the right direction. He looked impressed as they usually did.

"First is Ella Moreine's parents," he told her.

"Right, how do you want to play this?"

"Just be as sympathetic as you can and see what you can find out. You'll be leading."

Angel nodded and opened the door to the conference room, outstretching her hand. "Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Moreine. I'm Agent Ride with the FBI, this is SSA Hotchner. We were wanting to ask you some questions about your daughter, Ella."

"Are there any suspects?" The father asked.

"As of this moment we are still looking, but I can tell you that any information would be helpful at this stage. What can you tell me about Ella's friends? Was she an outgoing person?"

The father, Richard, shook his head. "She kept to herself mostly, had a few friends that she'd had for years. Julie Ernest, Felicity Jackson, and Ryan Hunter."

"Ryan her boyfriend?" Hotch asked.

"Ryan's a girl," Richard told them.

"Did she have a boyfriend?" Angel rephrased.

Richard answered with absolute certainty. "No. Ella was focusing on school."

He wanted to believe that wholeheartedly. He was possessive. There was a flair of something in the mother's mind and Angel looked over to her. "Mrs. Moreine?"

The woman looked over at her husband anxiously. "She-she met someone online. Said it was getting serious and how he was helping her overcome her anxiety."

"And you didn't tell me?" Richard growled at her. Angel flinched at the memories he was experiencing. Memories of fights he and the wife had, bruises she had afterwards, once when Ella had to be sent to the ER with a broken arm where he had wretched it behind her. She took deep breath through the nose and slowly out through the mouth.

"Did she mention a website? Or a username perhaps?"

"No, I-I don't remember. It had something to do with a moon or something. Astronomy. She referred to him as Grant."

Angel tried to smile reassuringly and laid a hand on the woman's shaking clasped hands. "I can't tell you how much that helps us, thank you."

"No," the father insisted. "She'd have told me."

More memories of late nights, sneaking into her room. If you cry or tell Mommy, she won't love you anymore. Not an uncommon thing for rapists to say. Angel flinched violently and pushed hard against his mind.

"Aah!"

"Wh-what's wrong?" The mother asked him worriedly, like a frail bird.

He glared at her. "Nothing, I think we're done here."

He grabbed her arm fairly harshly and they left. Angel stared after them.

"Angel?"

"Your tech analyst, Garcia? Call her. See if the other victims also come from abusive homes. Emergency trips, child protective services, domestic violence."

"Do you think he also sexually assaulted her."

"Yes I do. I also think that if the victims were all sexually assaulted or from abusive homes then it might be something the unsub shares with them."

"That's excellent," he said as they entered the sheriff's office. JJ and Rossi came in.

"The unsub poisoned them, and then sexually assaulted them with a foreign object, and then smothered. The unsub knew they were about to die, but hurried it along."

"Do you think the unsub thought it was just taking too long?"

Spencer stepped away from his board. "On the contrary, the asphyxiation might be a key point in finding the unsub."

"He's definitely not concerned with being caught," Emily said. "The bodies were just thrown into the garbage in a well tracked alley."

Hotch pulled his phone out and dialed a number.

"You've reached Penelope Garcia in the FBI's Office of Supreme Genius."

Hotch motioned for Angel to take the phone and she did. "Hi, can you track to see if any or all of the victims have had questionable visits to the hospital or maybe child protective services coming to their house? Anything suggesting an abusive home."

"Okay, who is this questioning my genius? I have- oh dear. I have a hospital record for a broken arm when Ella was 15. It lead to a three day investigation, but nothing came out of it. Harley was taken from her home at the age of ten for rape. Her father died in a federal prison. Lily had police called to her home for a domestic disturbance. Tessa, same story. Bruises, broken bones, failed child services visits."

"What about Kalie?" Emily asked in a whisper.

"Nothing, but it seems like there are a lot of speculation about how close the sheriff is with his niece. If nothing was going on, people sure thought it was."

Spencer frowned, "So, the unsub obviously shares a similar past with these victims."

"What if-" Spencer stopped and looked towards Angel. "I'm... sorry... to interrupt, but what if the unsub is female? It could explain the poisoning. If she was also abused as a child then she may be doing to them what was done to her. They're all blonde in the same general age group, what if she is too?"

"Soo..." the voice on the phone said. "We're looking for a blonde female with blue eyes, approximately between the ages of 20 and 25 with a history of abuse? I will get back to you."

"And something happened," Rossi said. "Something recent happened that made her relive her past and start this. Within the last two months."

"You got it."


Hotch, Angel, and Spencer went to Harley William's house to speak with her adoptive parents with whom she still lived while she went to college. That was another connection. All of the victims lived with their parents.

"We're very sorry for your loss, Mr. and Mrs. Williams." Hotch said.

The mother sniffed and nodded. "Thank you."

"Was Harley seeing anyone? Anyone new entering her life?" Angel asked.

The father nodded. "She was telling us about someone she met online. They were ready to meet in person, but we told her we didn't think she should. It caused quite the argument."

"Would you mind if we looked at her computer?" Spencer asked.

"Not at all," the mother pointed to the room, "please. Anything to find the man who did this."

Angel smiled gratefully. "Now, how old was Harley when you adopted her?"

"She was eleven. We adopted her not long after she was taken from her real parents. They were our neighbors and we just adored Harley."

They did, they were just distraught and Angel hated listening to their thoughts. She and Spencer went into the room and she sat down at the computer. Sometimes she had a knack for passwords, sometimes she didn't. That was always Nudge's thing. Or Iggy if he could hear it being typed. She frowned and looked down at the keyboard. There were permanent shiny marks on the keys she used the most; A, G, N, R, T. GRANT. The name Ella Moreine mentioned to her mother. She would bet they were talking to the same person online and meeting them on the Friday they were taken. And obviously the unsub was good if they were already a password.

The website was pulled up. Experience Project. Angel looked through messages and Spencer stopped her at one.

"You said moon, right? Ganymede is the largest of Jupiter's moons and the third largest thing in our solar system. It's also the assumed name of a female character who dressed up as a man in Shakespeare's As You Like It."

"You're amazing," she said, clicking on it.

She could feel Spencer's breath on the back of her neck as she read the last few posts. She had agreed to meet him that Friday for a date. The park. Public enough the victim would feel comfortable meeting someone they didn't know, but private enough still it shouldn't be too difficult to get them away. Especially if the unsub let them think they'd been stood up and then showed up with sympathy. Women didn't often think of the possibility that other women would hurt them.

"I'll call Garcia," Spencer said, "see if she can trace the I.P. address."

"I'll tell Hotch."


"Harley was going on a date with someone named Grant and Ganymede too," Hotch told the rest of the team when they went back to the office.

Morgan and Emily had just come back from Lily Opine's home. "So did Lily. The park."

"Same as Harley and I'll bet Ella. We should ask Sheriff Morales."

"Ask me what?"

Hotch turned around and asked the man. "Was Kalie talking to anyone online?"

He frowned. "Yeah, seemed a nice kid. Some new blog she found."

"Did she have plans to meet him?"

"At some point, but I don't think they had made any plans." They all looked at each other. "Why? What's going on?"

"That's our unsub."

Angel placed a comforting hand on his arm and Hotch looked to the others. "I think we're ready to give our profile."


"We're looking for a Caucasian female in her early to mid-twenties."

"We think she'll be blonde with blue eyes. She will have an abusive background, a father who sent her to a hospital or molested her."

"She'll obsess over this, seek men out but when they get too close she'll run away from them. She'll be terribly insecure on the outside but when cornered she'll lash out. This is a girl who will most likely commit suicide by cop, so be careful."

"Now, we need to keep this out of the press," JJ insisted. "If she sees this it may cause her to devolve and start killing randomly and without hesitation."

Angel's phone rang and she looked down with a frown. It wasn't a number she recognized. She picked it up as she walked toward an officer in the back, leaving so he could tell his fiance the profile, who was a reporter.

"Ride, please hold on for just one minute. Officer Hull?"

The young man stopped, barely old enough to drink. "Yes?"

"Your fiance, Ashley, she was friends with one of the victims right?"

"Yeah, Tessa was supposed to be her Maid of Honor."

Angel nodded sympathetically. "I understand the pain, and I'm sorry for her loss, but if you and she report anything that happened here today, if I hear even a whisper, I will arrest you so for obstruction of justice you won't have time to even say the word profile. Please, have a nice day."

It wasn't often she channeled her inner Max, well, actually it was. It was part of why she joined the FBI. She held the phone up to her ear. "Hello, I'm sorry about that. To whom am I speaking?"

"You. Are. Awesome. Check it, so I have nothing on the username Doc called me about, but I do have six names that I got when looking for people like our victims. Can you give me something to cross reference?"

"Actually, just list the names."

"Okay, we have; Nadia Kyle, Sarah Foley, Rosalind West-"

"Her, Rosalind."

"Are-are you sure?"

Angel went into the sheriff's office and put her on speaker for the others. "Rosalind was from a Shakespeare play-"

"As You Like It," Spencer said. "She pretended to be a man and named herself Ganymede like our username."

"Okay, well she was taken from her father at the age of sixteen after a miscarriage where he was the father. There were insinuations before that that he was molesting her, but nothing was ever proven. Let's see- oh. Well there's our stresser."

"What?"

"Her father, Grant, died early last month."

"Right before the killings started."

"Alright, Baby Girl, we need an address."


"Are you nervous?" Spencer asked her, thinking to himself that they wouldn't have solved this yet if it weren't for her.

"No."

He was nervous his first case, and the second, and the third. He was nervous anytime he thought he had to shoot an unsub. Or an unsub was going to shoot him. He was nervous when he thought his family, his team, might be in danger. Like now.

"Angel, I want you going in there with Reid and Morgan. Seeing you might make her calm down enough to cooperate."

She nodded. JJ was apparently pregnant. She'd been thinking about it and so had everyone else. Spencer had been reading things about pregnancy in case he needed to know for her. He could probably deliver one if necessary.

Angel pulled her wings closer underneath her clothes and felt calmer. She went behind Morgan, in front of Spencer, with Emily behind him and Rossi and Hotch ready to come in.

"Rosalind?" She called down into the basement, stepping down them in front of Morgan. It looked awful. Kalie was on a bed, huddled against the wall with her hand chained to the bed. Across from her was a video of Rosalind doing terrible things to her other victims. Morgan turned it off and Angel approached Kaylie carefully.

"Don't come closer," a voice said. Angel turned to an open door and where Rosalind was standing with a gun. Morgan and Spencer trained theirs on her, but hers was on Angel.

Angel set her gun down. "Hi. I'm Angel. I know why you chose Ganymede as a user. It's fairly clever. And your fathers name as yours? Symbolic. But he's dead now, Rosalind. He can't hurt you again."

"No, he'll always be here."

"Rosalind, please, Kalie has does nothing to you. She's never been in a position like you. She- look at her. She's scared, Rosalind. Just like you were."

"He-he used to shove my face in a pillow to make me stop crying."

"I know, but you don't have to relive it through them."

"He'd video tape it and make me watch it later. He'd bring his friends-" her voice broke off and faded.

"Put the gun down," Morgan said.

She shook her head. "I-I can't. I was pregnant. And- even after everything- I loved that baby. And then he was gone. He died, in his sleep and peacefully. I still have nightmares and can't even look at myself. Why does, why does he get to move on?"

"It isn't right," Angel said, "but neither is what you're doing. You have to think about this. We can get you help. Please, put the gun down."

"Did you know the miscarriage was so brutal I will never be able to have children again?"

"Rosalind, please, look at her. She's scared. Of you. I know you don't want to make anyone feel that helpless feeling you had. Put the gun down."

She wasn't going to. Angel heard and saw what the scene was about to be and pushed, making Rosalind set it down slowly and put her hands up so Angel could arrest her.


"How did you get her to surrender?" Dave Rossi asked her on the jet. "Our profile said suicide by cop."

"I don't know," she lied as she fidgeted. She hated planes. "She just did."

Hotch frowned. "Are you okay?"

"What? Oh, yeah. I just- I don't like planes. Too confining."

"I think that was the fastest we've ever solved a case," Emily said, playing poker with Spencer and losing. She sighed and set her cards down. "I quit. Find someone else- Angel. Do you play poker?"

"I do, but I've never lost so no one ever wants to play."

Morgan perked up at the opportunity that Spencer might lose. "No, really. You should play Reid. He's from Las Vegas. You'll be even."

"I don't know," she said.

"Come on," Spencer said. "Come play."

She searched his face and smiled, standing up to sit across from him. "If you all insist."

"Oh, trust me," Rossi said, moving a book out of her way. "We do. I have to see this."

Hotch smirked from his spot beside Spencer, flipping through his paperwork. Morgan nudged Emily, "Ten bucks she wins."

She chuckled. "No way, I'll take that bet. Spencer never loses."

"He lost to you once," JJ said, moving over to watch.

"I think she'll beat him," Hotch says.

"You've seen her file," Rossi reminds him. "We haven't."

Spencer dealt. Angel smiled. Spencer picked his own cards up. So did she. She switched two cards. He switched three. Then he smiled. Next round. Then the next. She sighed.

"I will put in four more pretzels," he said with a barely contained smirk.

She sighed again. "I will see your four and raise you another three."

Angel pushed seven peanuts into the pile. He frowned slightly and put in three pretzels. Then he set his cards down. Straight flush. Everyone groaned and threw their hands up except Spencer and Emily, who held her hand out for the ten bucks Morgan took out of his wallet. Hotch awaited for his reaction as Angel set her own hand down.

"Actually," she interrupted. "I believe my royal flush beats your hand, but it's been a while since I've played. I could be wrong."

Hotch laughed. Actually laughed.

A/N: Hope you guys liked it, the first chapter of the Spencer/Hermione story will be up in a few and I'm just going to stop making promises about not starting new stories- yeah? Don't worry, I haven't forgotten any of the open ones I promise. I just write where my inspiration hits. Have any of you watched Leverage the TV show? I may add that too just because I love it. Maybe Eliot and Angel knew each other. Or Angel and Parker were in foster care together. Tell what you think in the towel section down below. Love always, Skye.