Jason sobbed in the cold, dark room, shirtless and bleeding profusely from his arms where his kidnapper had shoved sharp objects into and under his skin as he sat tied down with rope to a cracked chair. His eye swelled and throbbed with every beat of his heart as he nervously listened for footsteps of his attackers return. He stared at the little bit of light that shined in from under the door in front of him. Suddenly, the shadow of a person appeared and Jason knew his end was coming. The doorknob turned and the door slowly slid open. Light illuminated from behind the person and Jason could see the shape of a women. She walked towards him and he began to panic.

"What the hell do you want from me?" he howled. The figure raised a hand to Jason and hit him square in the cheekbone.

"Shut up! This is your fault! You took him from me, you killed him!" she accused.

"Who! I never killed anyone!" Jason defended in tears as his face throbbed.

The person laughed, "You're weak, like the rest of them. You cowards have

nothing when you're on the other end of the syringe." Jason's eye caught the sight of a needle in the persons' hand already filled and ready for use.

"W-what are you going to do with that?" he stuttered.

"What else?" The figure stepped forward to Jason and wiped his shoulder clean with alcohol, "I'm giving you a taste of your own medicine."

"Will it hurt?" Jason cried, "Just tell me if it'll hurt!"

She shrugged, "A little, the others thought so." The woman then shoved the needle into his right shoulder and left Jason to scream until death took his voice away.

'Just turn the page and watch me grow, there's so many things that you don't know about my soul.' ~Down & Out-Tantric

"Morning Hotch." Morgan greeted as he walked past. Hotch gave him a small, acknowledging nod. After a long night with Jack's childish nightmares—the time spent with him he wouldn't change for the world—had nonetheless left him feeling in a very exhausted and sarcastic mood. Unusual for him usually, of course, but hell, he was only human.

"Everyone," JJ called out, "There's a briefing in five, make sure you're ready to leave."

Morgan rolled his eyes and rubbed the back of his neck, "This job seems to just scream forInsomnia."

"There's someone here for you," Gideon mumbled. He looked up to Hotch, "In your office."

Hotch stopped, "A..?"

"Female; young with black hair."

Hotch turned towards his office, "Well, she's early."

"Who's early?" Greenaway asks with a raised eyebrow, breaking away from her conversation with Reid. Hotch ignored her and stepped inside, shutting the door behind him. He looked over to a chair where a girl sat crossed-legged as she read a book and proceeded to flip the page when he entered. She had short black hair that reached her shoulders. She wore a grey button-up vest with a black shirt underneath that was cut off from her chest up, grey skinny jeans with black converse shoes and fingerless black gloves with black and green nails. Her makeup was put on delicately; a thin line of black eyeliner and mascara, clear lip-gloss, and a small layer of face powder—not that she needed it; she was so pale that her dark green eyes were drawn out by her white glow. She looked very young—possibly Reid's age, maybe younger. He had reviewed her résumé multiple times; unsure if he should let another child onto the force that almost guaranteed a mental breakdown and physical injury. But she was practically too good to set aside—with a black belt in Tae Kwon Do, four doctorates, an IQ of 180, Et Citra.

'Just what we need another genius.' He thought to himself, but he really didn't mind as long as she did the job well. He walked up to her and held out his hand, "Hello, my name is Aaron Hotchner."

She flipped the page again and looked up with a smile, "Guten Morgan, Herr." She murmured as she shook his hand.

"German, is that one in your résumé?" Hotch asked as he walked over to his desk, though he knew very well it was.

"It is, along with the others." She replied in a low, modest tone. Hotch picked up the folder that held her information and opened it. "Second page." The girl noted quietly. Hotch's eyes glanced to her as flipped another page over.

He looked down, "English, French, German, Spanish, Italian, Japanese and…" he paused for a quick breath, "Arabic." Hotch set the folder back down on his desk, "And you're fluent in all of these?"

"Yes sir and my native tongue is, in fact, German. I was going to study Russian but I haven't gotten around to it just yet."

"What's stopped you?" Hotch murmured under his breath. He lifted his head up to her as she shut her book and set it on top of her bag.

"I wanted to get here first." She said with a smile.

Hotch stared at her firmly, "And here you are. Welcome Miss…"

"Coye, Madeline Avery Coye."

"I know." Hotch turned to sit down at his desk and began to read more, "Let's see here… You graduated from high school at thirteen and then moved to America to study at Harvard; by the age of fourteenyou earned doctorates in Mathematics, Psychology, and Chemistry…" Hotch looked up to Madeline who quickly shifted her eyes away, very red in the face. "I'm impressed."

"Thank you, sir." Madeline.

Hotch set the folder back on his desk, "Welcome to the BAU. There's a meeting for the case briefing—I'll introduce you either there or on the plane—you brought your Go-Away bag?" Madeline gave him a quick nod with blushing cheeks. She looked like a teenager getting ready to drive for the first time—though she didn't look much older then that anyways. "Good, see you there."

Madeline sat in a chair, again cross-legged, reading her book as she waited for the others to arrive. She trialed her thumb down the side of the book to keep her eyes aligned with the letters on the page, only to pause to put the short strands of short hair that had fallen back behind her ear.

"Is it a good book?" Madeline looked up.

She smiled at the black haired, Caucasian woman, like herself, who stood across the table from her, "Yes, it is. The author did a wonderful job with writing from Death's perspective."

The woman turned to her, "What's it called?"

"The Book Thief, this is my fourth time reading it."

"Fourth? You're kidding?"

Madeline shook her head no, "I usually do that. It's kind of one of my habits."

She grinned at her, "Well, then." She leaned over the table and held out her hand, "My name's Elle Greenaway. But just call me Greenaway."

"My name is Madeline Coye." She took Elle's hand in hers firmly.

"How old are you?" Elle asked.

Madeline opened her mouth to answer but was interrupted by JJ as she entered the room with a file in-hand and the rest of the team close behind her. JJ grabbed the remote control for the screen.

"We've got four deaths in Auburn, Maine." She gave the remote button a small push and a picture popped up on the screen, making Garcia wince. An image of a young, brown haired male from the shoulders up that had bleed from every opening of his head possible. "This one is a male, Jason Copper, 19, college student. He had been missing for three weeks before his body was found placed in front of an Intensive Care Unit beaten and starved. COD was guessed to be from blood loss and malnutrition—along with the three others that were found placed near the same ICU. They all had large traces of Heparin in their systems; this one will be sent to be autopsied, though they're waiting for us to get there first." JJ pushed the button again, this time it was a picture of the mid-torso, the same boy. There were small plastic pieces and little electronic bits that had cut into his arms and a note on his chest.

"The pieces look like they came from a child's toy." Reid commented.

"They did; a small, remote controlled ambulance car. Our Unsub broke it into multiple broken parts a shoved them into the victim along with a tiny note that was pinned to the skin of him." JJ read directly from the file she held and clicked the controller again. The screen zoomed in on the note written in delicate cursive. It read; 'Another gift to you, for what you took from me.'

"The car pieces are a symbol the Unsub left for us. He wants to lead us to something." Morgan added.

"Most people wouldn't know how to even use Heparin without some kind of medical background." Gideon said.

"And by the trails of blood that come out of the wounds, our victim died after this torture. What Jason Copper was in school for? What was his future job?" Madeline spoke. All heads turned toward the newest voice of the Behavioral Analysis Unit. Madeline gave them all a two-fingered salute accompanied by a cocky smile.

"He was, uh," JJ looks down, "He was training to become a First Responder, similar to the other victims." She pushed a few buttons and three more pictures came onto the screen—all brown haired males with foreign objects shoved into their limbs. "Three of them were going to be Obstetricians. They're all within the age of 18 through 22."

Madeline rested her elbow on the table, "The note that was left behind looks, to me, like in was written with a steady hand. See how it's small and neat? That leads me to believe this person was very relaxed or…"

"Our Unsub's a woman." Reid stated.

Madeline smiled at him, "Precisely."

Garcia scribbled in her small notebook, "Creepy women who have medical backgrounds and a taste for doctors-to-be in Auburn." She stood up, "See you guys when you get back home!"

"Bye baby girl." Morgan said with a small wink. Garcia giggled.

Gideon glanced at Coye and then at Hotch questioningly, "Would you mind…?"

Hotch gestured to Madeline, "Everyone, this is Madeline Coye. Coye, everyone." He then stood up from his seat, "We're up in 20."

The team began to exit the room and as Reid passed by Morgan nudged him, "Looks like Hotch found you a playmate."

Reid rolled his eyes, "Shut up!"

On the plane everyone took their places and readied themselves for the flight to Maine. Coye sat in a seat by herself as she read quietly next to a window. It was the late afternoon and the sun felt good shining in on her porcelain skin.

"You're much farther than you were when we spoke in the briefing room." Madeline looked up the Elle who stood next to the table she sat at.

"Yes, almost finished with the book." Madeline said with a small chuckle.

Elle gestured to the seat, "May I?"

"Of course!"

Elle set a coffee down in front of Madeline as a welcome gesture and Madeline nodded her thank you. "Don't you ever get sick of reading so much?"

Madeline shook her head, "Never. I love to read."

"You know," Greenaway pointed her thumb over to Reid who sat across from them, "Reid over there can read pretty fast too." Reid looked over to the two. "How many words per, whatever, was it again?" she asked him.

Reid coughed, "Uh, 20,000 per minute."

Madeline's eyes widened, "You… Actually read faster than me."

"You look surprised?" Elle questioned.

Madeline looked at her, "Well, I have never met anyone who could read faster than me."

"How fast do you read?" Reid curiously asked.

"Approximately 17,000 words per minute, though I haven't been tested in years."

"Really," Morgan said from his seat next to Reid. He looked back at Reid, "I think Hotch found your soul mate."

Reid stuttered, "W-what? Morgan!" Madeline smiled and giggled quietly to herself. She suddenly felt the plane move forward, they were taking off.

"Where are you from?" Elle asked.

"Niedersachen, Germany."

"Germany? That means you speak German, right?" Morgan asked.

"Yes, among a few other languages." Madeline said as she sipped her coffee and nearly burned her tongue.

"Careful, it's hot." Greenaway joked.

Madeline smiled sarcastically, "Thanks, I'll be more cautious next time."

"That you will." Morgan noted.

Reid's attention was still on Madeline's abilities, "How many other languages?"

Madeline quickly counted in her head, "Seven."

"Is there anything you're specialized in?" Elle questioned.

"Tae Kwon Do, I guess."

"You guess? What rank are you?"

Madeline averted eye-contact, "Black belt."

"Black belt? I'd like to see that." Morgan chuckled.

Madeline smiled, "Maybe I'll demonstrate that for you sometime then, if you'd like."

"I would like that."

"Alright you two, let's flirt after we catch this guy." Elle teased.

"Girl," Madeline corrected, "It's most likely a girl."

"Woman, to be specific." Reid added. Madeline shrugged and nodded in agreement.

"Oh, Lord." Elle sighed.

"I know, remember of how it was with just one of them?" Morgan said.

"What are you trying to say?" Madeline questioned.

"Nothing, I…"

"Am I annoying to you?"

"No, it's just…"

"It's just what? I bother you?"

Greenaway sighed, "Yes, I remember."

Morgan jumped at the chance to escape the conversation, "I'm gonna go listen to some music or sleep while I can."

"Yeah, this might be a long case." Elle groaned and put her chin on the table, "So much for my weekend."

"Aww," Madeline patted her head, "You'll always have next weekend."

Elle stood, "Well, it was nice having this little chat with you but I think I hear JJ calling me." Madeline hid a laugh and nodded at her that she understood. She opened her book and began to read again.

"I think they like you."

Madeline looked up to Reid, "You think so?"

He nodded, "Yeah, Morgan usually goes to 'sleep' much earlier in the conversation than that."

Madeline laughed, "Well, I'm glad I made a good first impression."

"I think you did."

Madeline smiled, "Thank you."

"My name's Spencer, Spencer Reid."

Madeline held out her hand, "It's nice to meet you, Reid." She said, quickly catching on to calling everyone by their last names.

He took her hand and shook it firmly, "You too."

Would she hear me if I called her name? Would she hold me if she knew my shame? ~Tears Don't Fall-Bullet for My Valentine