Meagan :)

Chapter 1

I Own Nothing :(

A/N: Hey guys, this is my first Criminal Minds story, so tell me how I did! :) R&R!

Chapter 1

Bailey Connor watched her one-year-old daughter play with one of her many annoying, singing toys with a slight smile upon her face. At this moment, her daughter, Anni, was playing with a singing mailbox that practically never shut up. Almost every day, Bailey went to work with the alphabet song stuck in her head, or another childhood song that the mailbox sang. For these reasons, she and her husband, Jake, called the mailbox 'the hellbox'.

Anni looked up at Bailey, then the mailbox, then back up at her mother, and let out a giggle.

"Are you having fun?" Bailey smiled at Anni. Anni just giigled again in reponse, having not learned how to talk yet. "Yes you are!" Bailey answered her own question, which she did quite often after Anni was born. She didn't mind, though.

Bailey heard the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs, and she looked over her shoulder to see her husband walk into the room.

"Good morning, honey." She said to him, as he knelt down next to where she was sitting on the floor.

"Good morning, love." He said in reply. He kissed her softly, and when they pulled away, Bailey snuggled into his side.

"And, good morning to you, too, beautiful." He said to Anni. She giggled at him and pressed yet another button on her singing mailbox. It burst out in singing a variation of 'Row, Row, Row Your Boat', but instead changed the words to colors, so it now sang, 'Green, Green, Green and Red...'

Bailey and Jake let out a moan at the same time.

"Not again!" Jake said with a smile.

"Oh, I give up." Bailey said throwing her arms up into the air with a small laugh.

"Hun, what time is it?" She asked Jake. He looked at his watch.

"9:35. Oh, I better get going." He replied. He stood up and straightened his tie. Anni crawled over and playing with his shoelace.

"Not right now, baby." He told Anni. "Daddy has to go to work. But Mommy is gunna stay home and play with you all day long." He smiled down at her, and she gave her usual response: a giggle.

Jake worked as one of the surgeons at the New Jersey State Hospital, and he had to work Monday-Friday from 10 am-5pm. Bailey owned a vetrianarian clinic, but after Anni was born she did most of her work from at home on the computer. But on the weekends she usually went into work, and on Tuesdays and Thursdays she found a sitter for Anni so that she could go in to the clinic.

Bailey heard a whirr coming from down the street, and she walked over to the window and looked out. She moved a piece of her blonde hair out of her bright, blue eyes.

"Jake, it's street cleaning day." She sighed. "I forgot to move the car again. Can you just stay a few more minutes and watch Anni?"

"Sure, Bailey."

"Thanks." She hurried over to the door and called over her shoulder once more. "I'll be right back!"

But, little did any of them know, she would not.

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Spencer Reid tried to catch an M&M in his mouth, but failed. Derek Morgan, Emily Prentiss, and JJ all laughed.

"Okay, its not as easy as it looks." He admitted with a small smile. He looked at his notebook. "But I would have sworn that the equation would have been right about how to throw a piece of food with that mass and be able to catch it in-"

"Spencer," JJ butted in. "There's nothing mathmatical about catching food in your mouth."

Spencer looked down at his notebook, not believing.

Emily and Derek both rolled their eyes, smiling. JJ's cellphone went off, and she read the text she had just gotten from Rossi.

"Guys," She said, getting their attention. "Hotch and Rossi have something important that we need to see...they say we have a new case."

Spencer, Emily, and Derek all nodded, the mood suddenly serious. As they walked up together towards the office, Spencer's cell phone began to ring. He looked at the Caller-ID.

"Hmm...I should probably take this. You guys can start with out me. I'll get filled in on everything later." He said, answering the phone. The others walked on without him.

As they entered the office where Rossi and Hotch were standing, they also noticed that Garcia was there as well, which was a bit unusual.

"Where's Reid?" Hotchner asked, looking over his team.

"He said to start without him. He had to take a call." Derek answered. Hotch nodded and signaled for them to take their seats. Garcia began to talk.

"This tape showed up in my office just this morning, and..." She hesitated. "I, uh, I think that you guys need to see it."

She hit play on the remote, and a video began to play on the TV.

The setting was dark, but it was clear that a young woman, no older than 35, was sitting in front of the camera. She was crying and had a black eye. At first she said nothing, but then a man was heard in the backround.

"Say what I told you to!" He hissed.

She let out a whimper, and then began to speak in a shaky voice.

"M-my name is Allison Grasso. I am 33 y-years o-old. I have been marked as N-number One, which means that I...that I...am the first to be k-k-killed. If you do not find me and the others, I will d-die before this week is over. Please help me, whoever you are, I have a fiance and I want to go home! I-" The girl was cut off from her sentence by someone turning the camera off. Within seconds, the camera turned back on, and another girl was on the screen. She appeared more calm than the last, but she still was crying.

"My name is Brenda Feika. I am 31 years old. I have been marked as Number Two, which means that I am the second to be...killed. If you do not find me and the others, I will die a week after Allison. Please. I have a boyfriend and I want to g-go home." The camera went dark again and then turned on a few seconds later, with a new girl sitting in the chair. She was sobbing softly.

"Shut up and talk." The man behind the camera demanded. The girl sighed and nodded, terror showing in her eyes.

"My name is Teresa Cenido, I am 36 years old. I have been marked as Number Three, which means t-that I am the t-third to be killed. If you do not find me and the others, I will die a week after Brenda. I don't have a boyfriend but I have a big family and I miss my sisters. All I want is to go home." Once again, the camera turned off and on, with another girl sitting in the chair. This girl showed little emotion, as though she had given up hope.

"My name is Betsy Obost. I'm 33 years old. I have been marked as Number Four, which means that I am the fourth to be killed. If you do not find me and the others, I will die a week after Teresa. I have a boyfriend and I want to go home to him."

As the camera went dark, Spencer hurried into the room. His face had worry written all over it, and his eyes were large.

"Reid, what's wr-" Hotch began, but Spencer's attention was on the TV.

"Rewind that!" He nearly screamed at Garcia, and she looked at him, alarmed. She hit the rewind button, and the TV went back to the end of Betsy's speech.

"Stop." Spencer muttered, and Garcia hit play again.

The screen went dark and, when the camera turned back on, a new girl was sitting in the chair. She had a bloody lip, and had tearstains on her cheeks. She began to talk.

"My name is Bailey Connor. I am 30 years old. I hav-" Spencer began to talk again.

"Rewind that, again." He told Garcia. At this point, everyone in the room was looking at him. He did not notice.

The tape began once more.

"My name is Bailey Connor."

"Rewind it." Spencer said. Garcia looked at him, worried, but she did as told.

"My name is Bailey Connor."

The words echoed in Spencer's head.

My name is Bailey Connor.

My name is Bailey Connor.

My name is Bailey Connor.

(Spencer's flashback)

"Hi, I'm Bailey Jennings. What's your name?"

He looked up from where he was sitting on the sidewalk, and saw an unfamiliar girl smiling down at him. He looked over her shoulder and saw moving trucks parked outside of the house next to his own, which no one had lived in for nearly 2 years. "I'm Spencer." He said, finally.

"I just moved in next door. How old are you? I'm six." She told him. He looked at her blonde hair, blue hair, and friendly smile and took it all in.

"I'm six, too." He answered.

"That's cool." She said. "Whatcha doin'?"

"I'm trying to calculate how many pieces of grass are in an average 1 foot by 1 foot square." He replied.

Bailey raised an eyebrow. "Oh...there's probably like, a billion."

"That's impossible." He said.

"Oh."

They stood there for a few minutes in silence.

"Do you wanna go and play or something?" She finally asked.

"Sure." He said, getting up and placing his magnifying glass in his pocket.

(End Flashback)

"Reid...do you know her?" Hotch asked him.

"Yes! I've known her since I was six!" He said in disbelief. "We're friends...her husband just called me and said that she went missing earlier today around 9:30." He ran a hand through his hair. "I have to call him back..." He went to pull out his cell phone, but Hotch stopped him.

"Spencer." He said, for once using his first name. "Just calm down."

Spencer nodded and took a few deep breaths, and swallowed hard.

"Now," Hotch went on, "How well do you know Bailey?"

"I probably know her better than her own mother. Maybe even more than her husband does. Maybe." He let out his breath. "I've known her since I was six." He repeated. "We were neighbors..." He trailed off, then began again with a different sentence. "I just saw her last week..."

"Why don't we just finish the video...maybe you'll see something odd about what Bailey does that we would normally miss." Hotch said to Spencer.

Spencer sighed, then nodded yes in reply. He sat down in his usual seat.

The video began again.

"M-my name is Bailey Connor. I am 30 years old. I have been marked as Number Five, which means that I am the fifth to be k-killed. If you don't find me and the others, I will die a w-week after Betsy. P-please help me...I have a husband and a baby girl and all I want to do is go home."

The video went dark. Another girl was shown on the screen.

"Wait, wait, go back." Spencer said to Garcia.

Garcia played the video back to Spencer, but, when it was over, she sighed and shook his head.

"Never mind...I thought I saw something, but..." He sighed. "...but I guess not."

They began to play the tape from the end of Bailey's speech, and they heard from 3 other girls: Lindsey Verget, Hailey Stevens, and Mollie Maladro. Each of the girls said the same speech as the other girls, only personalizing it with their own name and family life.

However, the end of the tape was the most interesting.

The unsub looked over all of the girls, told them that they had done a 'great job', and then lined them all up so that the camera captured them all. He then walked infront of the camera, showed his face to the BAU, and smiled.

"Hello, BAU agents," He began to talk. "I just wanted to wish you all...good luck."

He smiled once more, directly into the camera, then walked over to it and turned it off.

"Garcia," Spencer spoke up. "Could you rewind that to where the unsub says 'hello, BAU agents'?"

She nodded and rewound the tape.

"And zoom in on Bailey's face, please."

The unsub began to speak. "Hello, BAU agents."

Bailey's eyebrows shot up, and her mouth fell open slightly. A look that seemed to be relief passed over her face.

Garcia paused the video.

"Bailey knows that I work at the BAU. She knows that I'm - that we - are coming to save her. Didn't you see her face? She knows." Spencer said, getting a little too excited.

"Yes, but first we still have to find her, Reid." Rossi said, bringing him back down to reality.

Spencer sighed. He suddenly felt how everyone in the room was watching his every move, and he hated it. "I should call Jake back. Let him know where Bailey is." He said, mostly to himself, and he hurried out of the office.