"Five years ago in Nokesville Virginia, Charles Rouse broke into the Jensen residence and savagely murdered Keith and Susan Jensen. Before he could kill their 10 year old daughter, Hayley Jensen, the neighbors came over, apparently having heard the screams, and he fled. Police were never able to track him down. During the autopsy of her mother, it was found that she was sexually assaulted before death. Two days ago, Hayley came home from school to find a letter in her room from Mr. Rouse, graphically describing his memories of killing her parents, as well as very graphic threats to kill her. " Hotchner told his team as they sat around the conference table.
"Poor kid." Morgan said quietly. Other agents nodded in agreement.
"Our first priority is to keep Hayley safe. Second is to find Rouse. One of us will be stationed with her at all times. A temporary headquarters is set up at the town's motel, where she will be staying." Hotch continued. His team nodded.
Half an hour later, the agents were packed into two SUVs, as well as their supplies and luggage. The conversation was kept light as they made the 45 minute trip to Nokesville. Eventually the large black vehicles pulled up to the small town's motel.
All of the agents got out of their vehicles and were met by a few police officers. One man, who appeared older than the other two, stepped forward and shook Hotch's hand.
"I'm Sheriff Williams." The man introduced himself, nodding at the rest of the agents.
"Aaron Hotchner." The taller, leaner man said.
"You with the FBI?" The sheriff asked. Hotchner nodded, flashing the man his badge. Williams nodded, and then started leading the team towards one of the motel rooms.
"Any new developments?" Rossi asked as they climbed the stairs to the second level of the motel. The sheriff shook his head, then stopped as he came to a door. He knocked several times and then stepped back a bit. After a couple seconds, the door opened and a teenage girl stood there.
"Hayley, these are the FBI agents I told you about. They have some questions for you." The sheriff's gruff voice became distinctively gentler as he spoke with the girl. She gave the agents a faint smile, but even if they weren't profilers, they still would have been able to tell it was forced.
Sheriff Williams nodded at the BAU agents before turning and walking back down the stairs. Hayley looked at the agents expectantly, waiting for the onset of questions.
"Hi Hayley, I'm agent Hotchner. A couple of my coworkers are going to ask you a few questions while the rest of us go work with the police, alright?" Hotch told the teenager. She shook his outstretched hand and nodded.
Everyone but Spencer and JJ followed Hotch down the stairs. Hayley silently moved out of the way so that the two adults could make their way into the small motel room.
"My name's Jennifer, but you can call me JJ if you want. And this is Dr. Reid." JJ introduced herself, keeping her tone comforting and soft.
"Nice to meet you." Hayley replied quietly. The teenager appeared exhausted.
"Can you tell us what happened when you came home and found the letter?" Spencer asked. Hayley nodded.
"I came home from school and I went to unlock the door, but it was already open. I thought maybe I forgot to lock it before I left in the morning. And then I went up to my room and found an envelope on my bed. After I read it, I called the police." Hayley explained. It was obvious she had told the story quite a few times already.
"Do you remember what it said? Anything specific?" Spencer continued.
"Well first he talked about how….how much fun it was for him to kill my parents. He said I look like my mom. And then he said he was going to come back and-" Hayley hesitated, and averted her gaze from JJ's.
"He said he was going to rape me and slice my stomach open." She forced out. Both JJ and Spencer's eyes widened. The police reports had said nothing about a sexual assault threat.
"Anything else you remember?" JJ asked, shooting Spencer a glance. He returned the look.
"No, not really." The teenager replied, leaning back against the motel room's dresser.
"Have you noticed any signs of a break in before?" Spencer questioned. Hayley shook her head.
"Anything else you think we need to know?" JJ asked, trying to keep her voice as gentle and non-invasive as possible.
"No. But you guys don't have to act all careful around me and everything. I've been 'the girl whose parents got murdered' since I was 10. I mean, you probably see this kind of stuff all the time." Hayley suddenly said. Both JJ and Spencer looked at her in surprise.
"Alright, well then we'll be honest with you. You're in a lot of danger right now. Charles Rouse only goal is to get to you. It's probably the only thing he's thought about in the past five years. In that time, he's also had time to plot out exactly what he plans to do, so when he makes his move, it's going to be well thought out." JJ said. The teenager actually looked relieved that someone had actually shared information with her.
"Um JJ? Can I talk to you outside for a minute?" Spencer asked before Hayley could reply. The blonde nodded and followed the man outside the motel room.
"She's 15! Why on earth would you tell her all of that?" His voice rose in pitch like it always did when he got upset.
"You heard her. She doesn't want to be treated like she's fragile." JJ argued back. Spencer shook his head.
"So you have to unload everything on her?" He asked, running a hand exasperatedly through his hair.
"If you were in her position, would you want to be kept in the dark?" JJ knew she had won when Spencer's eyebrows scrunched together and he fell into a thoughtful silence. Both agents jumped as the door opened beside them.
"So far, you guys suck at 'not keeping me in the dark'. And by the way, the walls here are super thin." Hayley said before shutting the door again.
Hey guys, this is my first Criminal Minds story. So, be gentle . And let me know if you want more!