The blackouts were becoming profusely worse but the pictures were getting clearer. Jacqueline Foyet could now make out 7 distinct figures. She still had a hard time figuring out what they were doing, she knew that they spent a lot of time doing paper work but she was sure she had seen them in a plane numerous times and other places she wasn't sure what they were called she was only 5 after all. Though for a 5 year old she understood a lot more than an average child though she had no idea of that she never left the apartment she was born in.
She may have been young and ignorant of the outside world but she was smart enough to realize what her father was doing. He may of thought that she didn't notice that when he got home late his clothes were blood stained or that the water running in the middle of the night was used to clean the blood drenched knives. She was naive not stupid. It was another one of the nights when her father was out late "working" Jacqueline was curled up in her bed, crying, again. She knew that he would still be on an adrenalin high when he got home and he would be looking for another release.
She sucked in a short breath as she heard the door slam, she suspected he was drunk, he often drank after "work" He came into her room. She did her best to pretend she was asleep but it wouldn't matter anyway, it would still happen. He shook her violently and she turned towards him her chest tightening, his face always frightened her. Amazing how during the day he could look like a humane, normal man but if he wanted he could look like who he was: a sinister, cold blooded killer.
He never actually stabbed her, just hit her, examined the bruises and asked her about the pain. For a long time she thought that the abuse was normal, it was all she had ever known but once she had become smart enough to read and understand television, which was a few months ago, she found out what a normal childhood was supposed to be like.
After he was finished, Jacqueline fell asleep and entered a vivid dream. A group of people gathered together they said something about the "Boston Reaper" and a "deal" she really had no idea what they were talking about. Over the next while the visions became more frequent and more clear. She could now make out full conversations and events. Though she was still very confused she was understanding more slowly but surely.
Then she saw it, her father in her visions. She saw him go after the head of the team she thinks is called the BAU, she believes his name is Hotch. She saw him go into Hotch's apartment, she saw him aim his gun at him, she saw him stab him in all the right places to he wouldn't die. She watched in horror as Her father ruined his life. Jacqueline now knew that the visions were real and that scared her, she wanted them to stop, she didn't want to see this anymore, she was frighted. The visions did not cease, in fact they grew worse but now she was almost beginning to enjoy them.
Jacqueline began living in the visions more than in reality they gave her an escape from the pain Foyet inflicted on her. She almost fully understood everything now, from research she had done. The BAU team was part of the FBI they were profiles and caught serial killers, serial killers like her dad. She watched the team as they worked and she developed her favorites as if she was watching a TV show. Dr. Reid was her favorite, how could he not be with his genius 'much like my own' she thought. He had a certain charm that could be mistaken for awkwardness. She, just as she had her favorites, had her least liked people. She didn't like Elle, she assumed not many people actually did, of course everyone had to agree with her, in her mind.
Jacqueline was six when she was finally released from her prison, well more like escaped. It was a Thursday and when Foyet woke her up that morning she knew from his eyes that it was all going to end today. He took her to a different house than the one she had lived in and there she waited, and waited, and waited. It was a very long time before anything happened, and she hadn't even had a vision all day. She was shocked when someone came thru the door, unannounced, without knocking, totally unaware of Jacqueline. But he did see her eventually, his expression didn't chance much when he saw her there was the initial surprise that comes with something like this but no overall chance in expression or emotion.
Jacqueline, of course, recognized him immediately.
"Gideon" she whispered, looking up her eyes wide. Jacqueline's eyes had the same piercing quality as Foyet and Gideon must have recognized that.
"He didn't have any children" those were the only words he managed to get out before Jacqueline bolted past him and out the door, for a six year old she sure was quick.
Jacqueline ran for a while but eventually slowed into a walk, she had the vision of her father brutally murdering Hotch's wife tugging at the corners of her mind but she managed to ignore something she was usually not able to do. She walked for a long time before falling asleep in an ally reliving past cases the BAU had dealt with and living in the minds of others.