The elevator doors opened to find a 16 year old girl standing there, wearing a dress that was wrinkled and carrying a rolled up paper. She seemed confused and just walked through the glass doors in front of her, unnoticed by the agents around.

"Where is agent Hotchner?" She spoke out loud to no one in particular.

Managing to catch Morgan's attention, the girl walked to his desk. "I need your help."

". . .with?"

"I've just been dropped off here by a kidnapper." Now it wasn't only Morgan's attention trained on the girl, but Reid's and Prentiss's too.

"What can you tell us about your kidnapping?" Reid asked.

"Well, I'm not sure if you're going to believe me."

"We've seen a lot of crazy things," Prentiss said sympathetically. "Just shoot."

There was a pause, as if the girl didn't know how to tell the story. She started to speak, and then stopped herself. Morgan leaned closer, then she started to speak.

"Have you ever heard of The Hunger Games?"