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"I think we are done, tomorrow will be better." JJ reminded them. They had all been sitting at the table for hours, dismissing cases. It was a slow week and nothing FBI standard had shown up.

Everyone started to get up, muttering and stretching when something gave a big plop.

"What was that?" Hotch asked. Morgan picked up a file. "I don't think we went over this…"

"Give me," JJ said and with horror she realized she hadn't presented the case. How could she forget this one? She had been preparing for it.

"Sit down, one more," she said. Emily groaned and leaned on Spencer. "I'm so tired." Spencer patted her comfortingly and nodded to JJ.

"A Russian pop singer disappeared five days ago. Her name? Ana Vladimir, known for her multi platinum song, Slaves…" JJ started with Garcia squealed.

"I love that song!" she said. Hotch gave her look. "Her brother didn't report it till yesterday. Apparently the pop princess always goes on unannounced trips but always comes in time for interviews. She had three yesterday."

"Is there any evidence she was taken?" Morgan asked. JJ nodded and held up a plastic baggie with a note in it.

"It's in Russian," Emily said, "My Stacey, my Ana is fine. Forget about her, she isn't coming back. She loves me."

"Wait what does this girl look like?" Rossi asked. JJ clicked the remote and a girl no more than 25 showed up, tall, pale, blonde, blue-eyed, and absolutely gorgeous.

"Stacey?" Emily suddenly asked.

"Why would the kidnapper call her Stacey?" Hotch asked.

"Because her name isn't Ana or Stacey. It's Anastasia Vasile." Spencer said. The agents looked at him, noticing his vision was focused on the picture.

"How do you know this?" JJ asked. Spencer didn't look away. "She was born in Moscow but she came to Las Vegas with her father and brother when she was in third grade. Moved back when she turned 14."

"Anything else?" JJ asked. Spencer shook his head quietly and thought in his head, Nothing, other than I loved her.

15 years ago…

"Take a picture it'll last longer." Lucian Vasile, senior football quarterback sneered. Graduation just ended and Spencer was waiting for Principal Rogers to come out so he could talk to him. While waiting, he made the horrible mistake of staring at a girl, 12 years old with wheat blonde hair and very blue grey eyes. Heat rushed to his cheeks and started to look away when the girl said, "Ignore my brother. He's stupid."

"It was rude of me to stare." Spencer said quietly. She placed her hand on his shoulder.

"You're cute. Doesn't matter when the guy is cute." She smiled. By now Spencer's face was a tomato.

"I'm Anastasia, I'll see you around, genius." She said and gave him a peck on his cheek. Spencer's mouth twitched up and watched her get into her car and drive off.

He wondered if he would ever see her again.