A/N I normally do Percy Jackson Fanfiction but I've had this as a recurring dream so I have to write this.

Seaver's POV;

My heels clicked on the tile floor as I walked to the next interview room. This day was truly horrific. Hotch told us that yesterday an abusive foster home was discovered. There were 21 emotionally scarred kids that needed to be analyzed, because their abusers, the people running the foster home, escaped and were on the run. I glanced at my clipboard. The next girl I needed to talk to was a thirteen year old girl named Galieta Ivy. Odd name. I entered the room quietly to discover a tall, skinny girl with tangled blonde hair hanging in her face. As I sat across the table from her, her head jerked up from her lap violently. She fixed me with her gaze, and I shivered. She was not staring, but looking curiously. All the same I felt like I was being x-rayed by her grey eyes.

"My name is Agent Seaver, but you can call me Seaver." I say tentatively.

"My name is Galieta, but I suppose it says so on your clipboard." She says calmly is a voice that reminds me of glass, and does not fit her image.

"I need to ask you some questions, that may make you uncomfortable, but I need you to answer truthfully." I say gently. "Do you have a certain role in the household?"

She thought for a moment, and then says; "Not an official or assigned role. But I took care of the younger ones, protected them from Sally and Jeb, or the older kids."

"Sally and Jeb are the owners of the foster home? What would you protect them from?"

"I would take their beatings from Sally and Jeb. I would fend off bullies at school, and when the teenagers at the house were trying to take out their anger on those smaller than them I would hit and kick them away. The little ones, they adopted me. Some even grew to call me 'mom'."

I was touched. This small girl obviously never had fortune smile upon her. She had a long scar along her hairline, and her nose was slightly crooked, like it had been broken and hadn't healed properly. "Do you have any hobbies?"

"I like to read and write." She said shyly. "I read really fast and remember every word. I was picked on because of it, but I never gave what the rude kids said any value."

"Do you know who your parents are?"

Anger flashed through her eye before she answered stiffly. "My mother died in childbirth. My father didn't want anything to do with me and that's how I ended up here. They contacted my father yesterday, and he still refuses to take me. but he has a son, who is supposed to be able to care for me."

"Do you know any names?" I was intrigued.

"Just the surname" She paused, thinking before saying;

"Reid"

A/N; BOOM! Awesome right? Review!