" Did you hear the weather report this morning?" one of the elderly women asked her friend as they walked down the street.

" Rain... All week... I certainly hope it doesn't affect my flowers," the other replied.

" God forbid!" her friend said mockingly.

Their conversation was interrupted by the screaming coming from the run-down house across the road.

" YOU LITTLE BITCH!" came a man's voice. They watched wide eyed and helpless as the man exited the house, with one large hand wrapped around a young girls arm and the other holding a duffel bag. He threw the girl down on the ground and the duffel bag down next to her. The girl bruised face was red from the tears. " STAY THE HELL AWAY FROM US!"

" YOU BASTARD..." she yelled as a woman came out of the house and stood beside the man. " SHE'S MY MOTHER... IF SHE WANTS ME OUT, THEN SHE CAN THROW ME OUT!!" The teenage girl looked at her mother with pleading eyes.

The woman just folded her arm and looked away. " We want you gone, Sara!"

Tears began pouring down the girls face. "Mom..." she whispered.

" You said I can throw you out if I wanted to... I WANT TO! You have been nothing but a mistake lately."

" No, Mom... In you eyes I've always been a mistake... All it took was for me to get a few black eyes and a rape from that SON OF A BITCH!!"

The mother reached her hand inside the house and brought it back out with a book which she hurled at her daughter and hit her in the stomach. " HOW DARE YOU? I'VE RAISED YOU FOR THE LAST FIFTEEN YEARS AND HE HAS BEEN THE BEST FATHER FIGURE YOU'VE EVER HAD, YOU UNGRATEFUL LITTLE BITCH! "

" Where am I gonna go?" Sara asked, picking up her bag and trying to stand.

The man and woman began walking into the house, when the woman turned. " Run to Daddy!" she said with an evil smile on her face.

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Aaron Hotchner leaned against the elevator wall and closed his eyes. He didn't sleep well last night and was hoping he could get five minutes in his office before he had to leave. The elevator stopped and as Hotch got off, he met Penelope Garcia and Jennifer Jareau.

" Hey, you're in late," JJ said.

" Yeah, I didn't sleep well," he said trying to stifle a yawn. " Let me guess... A new case."

" Bombings in San Diego," she replied, handing him the file, as the three climbed the steps and went into his office.

" Sir," Garcia began as he sat down behind his desk and began flipping through the file. " Agent Gideon asked if you wouldn't mind helping Morgan with the bomb fragments?"

Hotch looked up. " You already had the briefing?" He looked at the clock. It read. eleven-fifteen.

" The plane just left..." JJ began. They were interrupted by a knock on the door.

" Yeah," Hotch said, running a hand through his hair.

" Agent Hotchner?" The three all looked towards the door at the young bruised brunette standing in the doorway, wearing torn jeans and a tee-shirt and worn runners.

" Yes," he said confused.

" We'll go tell Morgan you're here." The two blondes left the room. The brunette entered.

" I'm sorry, I probably should have checked to see if you were busy..."

" That's alright..." He noticed she was trying to hide a bruise on her arm. " What can I do for you?"

" I'm Sara... " Hotch looked confused. " My mom kicked me out and I just thought..."

" Does she know you're here?"

" Yes..."

" If you like I can call social services or something and..."

" I'm sorry, I thought she called you... She told me to come find you."

" Why would she say that?"

Sara looked at Hotch. Then it hit her. Tears formed in her eyes. " You don't know who I am, do you? She never told you about me, did she?" Hotch shook his head. " I'm your daughter..."