This was just an idea I had in my head one day, and wanted to try it out. I however, own nothing of Criminal Minds. Enjoy
Riley Kenton sighed as she pulled into the parking spot of her shoddy little apartment complex. She put her little 1993 Nissan Sentra into park and leaned forward, placing her head against the steering wheel. It had been another long night at the club, with not much cash in her pocket to show for it. There never was. Not in this grungy little town on the outskirts of the Quantico District in Virginia. She leaned back against her seat and pulled out the crumpled wad of cash in her coat pocket. Sixty dollars. That had been all she made that night, and sadly, that was more than she usually came home with.
Riley worked at a gentlemen's club on the very outskirts of town. Far enough to where all the government employees that came to watch her dance would never be found out. It wasn't too bad of a club. At least it was always kept clean, and her boss, a man named Rodney, wasn't a creep like at the other dingy clubs she had worked at. Riley had a troubled past. In her teenage years she had gotten in with a rough crowd, and of course, she found love there too. However, that love went to shit fast once her ex boyfriend, Josh, had started abusing her and keeping her high all the time so she couldn't fight back. One night, after a black eye and a dislocated shoulder, she up and left. No note, didn't say a word to anyone. That was 5 years ago, and she had lived in a few towns since then, but had eventually settled.
She sighed once again and put the cash back in her pocket and turned off the engine. She gave a small wince at the noticeable creak of the driver's side door as she got out. Wrapping her jacket tighter around her body to shield her from the beginning-of-winter wind, she started towards her small, one bedroom downstairs apartment. When she got to the door, she fumbled around in her purse, pulling out her keys and putting the keys in the lock. She walked into her dark apartment, clicking her tongue, calling out to her little grey kitten. She heard the little pitter patter of paws and smiled, turning on the light. It was then she saw a white envelope on the ground. She gave her kitten George a few pets on the head before picking up the envelope. There was no writing on the outside, no stamp. She walked into the kitchen, setting down her things with the envelope in her hand. It was probably just some kind of notice from her landlord, perhaps there was an inspection soon. She poured some kitten food into George's bowl, for which he meowed happily and went at it as if he had been starving his whole life, then sat down on the couch, tearing the top from the envelope.
There was just a single piece of paper inside. She pulled it out and within seconds, her eyes widened and she dropped the note to the floor. I found you Mon Chere. Mon Chere, that is what Josh had called her when they had been together. Her mind was a mess of thoughts as she ran into her room, grabbing a bag of clothes, kitten food, and her emergency cash. She went into the kitchen, pulling George up into her arms where he wiggled, very unhappy to be taken away from his food. She grabbed her purse and car keys before rushing to her front door. As the front door opened there stood 3 people in front of her with business suits. The man in the middle, a stern looking man, had his hand up, as if he had just been about to knock on the door before it had opened. After a second, he had recomposed himself and straightened up. "Riley Kenton?" He asked in a deep voice while looking at her. She backed away from her front door, holding onto her kitten tightly. "What do you want..." She kept looking in between the three people blocking her from exiting her apartment. If Josh had sent them to take her, they had another thing coming. Her hand reached into her jacket pocket, tightly grasping the pocket knife she had there. She wasn't going without a fight. The man in front of her reached into the inside of his jacket, pulling out a wallet and flipping it open. "My name is SSA Aaron Hotchner. We are with the FBI Behavioral Analysis Unit. We need to ask you a few questions."