Even Best Friends Have Big Secrets

If only she had known, she could have stopped him, none of this would ever of happened. No one would have been killed or hurt. So many lives had been rewind and she blamed herself, for not knowing for not seeing. Damn it, this was her job she knew it inside and out, she couldn't even tell that her best friend was a serial killer,And knowing that was killing her, she felt so sick.

Epilogue

The team were flying back from Boston were they had just arrested the was an aura of victory mixed with sadness and confusion, they had finally caught him after 10 years of nothing, Hotch felt better after he kept coming back to the case over and over again. And the rest of the team well it was just another criminal, another sicko behind bars, but Rossi was happy for Hotch, thinking he must feel so much better now. He remember that moment in the ally when they were investigating the area were Foyet had killed all those people on the bus, how Hotch had felt so guilty, and he was glad he was there for him, he considered Hotch a friend he would always be there for him. But they were all quite worried about Clara, she went from thinking he best friend was dead to knowing he was the Boston of them knew how she was going to coupe, they could see her mind was working over time trying to figure out how, trying to remember every single memory they had together, thinking there must have been something odd that she could have seen that was weird in him, and over and over thinking "how could I not know, if only and I could have stop him and saved everybody." Those same questions she kept asking her self. Finally Hotch came over to try and make her feel better.

"Hey, you know all this wasn't your fault, right?" he said reassuringly.

"But it is, I should have know, I should have seen, I could have…"

"Stop!" he said to her abruptly. "Your going to make your self ill if you keep going like this, trust me I know, now were all here for you and I really think you should take some time off."

"I'm fine." She said.

"Are you? Really? I don't think you are Clara, its completely understandable for you to feel this way. God if you didn't we would be very worried about you, one day you will look back and think to your self, "There was no way I could've I have know." I promise you it will get better."

"Really, I hope your right."

Chapter 1

1 week earlier

The team were in the bullpen just chatting, sharing a joke or two, having a laugh. Hotch looked down at them from his office, one person was missing. The new girl well she wasn't new, more like the newest member of the team she had been there about three months already pushing on four. A few moments later the elevator door opened and out step an average size built woman with long blonde hair about 5'9 in height, her name was Clara Niecen. Clara went to her desk straight away as she walked though she looked up at the unit chief's office, they exchange a glance and nodded. She was still quite nervous and worried about not fitting in, she never really fitted in anywhere, she only really had one friend her whole life, but she made a promise to her self that she would try her hardest to make friends if she could in this line of work. As she was sitting down at her desk the team came over and asked how her weekend was and what she had done,

"basically." Clara said "I sat at home reading and watching TV". Then they said.

"Well next time we have are days off why don't we all go out to a burger bar or something and then we can all get to know each other a bit better, what do you say?"

"Ok" she said. "Sounds like a plain". She gave a big grin in gratitude.

Suddenly Hotch ran down the stairs to the team in the bullpen and told them.

"Get your over night bags were going to Boston."

Later, after arriving in Boston

Clara turned her phone back on after being on the plane, she looked down and saw ten missed calls all from a blocked number. She stopped for a second, how strange she thought to herself, then she carried on walking and caught up with the rest of the team.

"Everything ok." Hotch said to her.

"Yes it's just my phones a bit strange, I have ten missed calls." She said really distantly.

"You shore that's it, you seem very dissent and lost, and usually you have you head stuck right in the case, so what's wrong." Hotch said in a concerned voice.

"Its nothing really, I just keep thinking about my friend George he was the only surviving victim of the reaper in the previous string of murders, and I just can't imagine how he will be feeling when he finds out if he hasn't already."

"Your friends with George Foyet?"

"Yer, I've known him since high school, were like best friends." She said in a curios tone. "Why?"

"It just might help the case out a little he might not be so reluctant to talk to us, your presence might make him feel more inclined to open up about what happen and give us a better chance of caching are unsub, don't you think?"

"Yer I guess." She said in a not to shore tone.

Thinking to herself. "Gosh I haven't seen him in years though, so will he really be happy to see me? I hope so, It would be nice to see him, it's been absolutely ages, hope he hasn't changed that much." She thought to herself worriedly.