Sammi's head was spinning. The thoughts of everyone around her made her head want to burst. Normally she could control it, but she couldn't think straight. She was too paranoid of what she had seen last night. The image of the young child's dark face as the light in its eyes dimmed would flash periodically in her mind, her stomach tightening after every flicker. She couldn't block the many terrible thoughts of the murderers and pedophiles that stayed in the trafficking ring. Some were muffled by the walls, but some were loud and clear filling Sammi's head with horrible unwanted thoughts.

She gritted her teeth as some of the said rotten people came in her cell and did unspeakable things, ignoring the urge to use her mind. When the monsters finally left her alone, Sammi sat up in a dazed state. They always kept her regularly drugged, but today the dose was light, making Sammi able to take in her surroundings. A menacing gray surrounded all the cells that kept humans of all ages, genders, and personalities. The closest guard was too far away to have any coherent thoughts.

Sammi spent the next twenty minutes trying to control her splitting headache. Her power really put a toll on her, mentally and physically. She had had the power since she was born. She couldn't explain it of how she was born with it or even how it existed, but she rolled with it. The ability had its perks, an eidetic memory being one of the more useful. But also had its downsides of splitting head migraines and hearing something that you really shouldn't hear.

Checking the lock, Sammi wasn't surprised that it was shut tight. Looking around, Sammi rushed over to a small hole in the fencing. Before climbing through, she checked again to make sure no one was watching, no one was. The fence clanged as Sammi slid through it, taking some hair with it.

Her bare feet smacked off the chilled concrete floor, echoing off the high walls. The pain was starting to get unbearable as she burst through too many doors to count, periodically changing route to avoid any guards. She didn't know exactly know where she was going, but knew that if she got caught she would surely get killed. That was enough motivation.

The last door was down a dark hallway, the light seeping through the bottom of the door told Sammi that she had made. Her jog turned into a sprint as she got closer and closer to the door. She could barely breathe as she pushed through the heavy door. The smell of trees and rain filled Sammi's nose and a frigid wind blew Sammi's hair back as she took a second to breathe in the fresh air that she had missed for so many years.

The sound yelling, and heavy footsteps brought Sammi back into reality. Her feet begging for her to stop, Sammi ran off into the woods that surrounded the horrible building. Every stick and leaf betrayed Sammi's location like the trees were tracking her as she ran in random directions, trying to lose the monsters chased her. The flash of light that cased shadows of the forest floor guided Sammi to freedom, at least she hoped was freedom.

The sound of a car driving by pushed Sammi to run faster, ignoring the aching pain in every muscle in her body. When her feet hit the tarmac, she lost her footing and stumbled into an on-coming car's lane. The car screeched to a halt inches from Sammi and the angry driver got out of his car.

"What the h-." The man didn't finish his sentence as Sammi's knees buckled and she fell to the ground, unconscious before she even hit the ground.


Spencer walked into the conference room, coffee in hand, everyone else getting settled in front of individual files. He sat beside his chief supervisor, Aaron Hotchner, and public liaison, Jennifer Jareau (JJ). Penelope Garcia, the tech analyst, spoke up once everyone was settled in their seats.

"In good old Seattle, Washington, a woman in her early twenties was found by couple Evan Reef and Savannah Haven on Highway 77. She was brought to the nearest hospital by said couple two days ago. Her feet were bleeding and her body was covered in different cuts." SSA Derek Morgan opened to speak, but Penelope stopped him. "I already considered missing persons, but no one fit the photo." She gestured to the photo of a woman with ombre hair that had popped up on the TV screen behind her. In Spencer's opinion she was quite attractive.

"So, she's a Jane Doe?" SSA Emily Prentiss asked looking up from her file.

"At the moment yes." Penelope said clicking the remote in her hand. "She was found with ligature marks on her wrists and just before her ankles. The doctors say by some type of thin wire."

"Piano man copycat?" SSA David Rossi asked.

Spencer looked at the photos of the woman's wrists and ankles as Hotchner spoke up. "No, the Mo doesn't fit. The piano man never abducted his victims, he raped them."

"Guys, the wire was removed and replaced multiple times." Spencer said placing his file on the table and pointing to the many scars that lined the Jane Doe's wrists and ankles.

"And different knives were used to cut." Emily said looking at the back and stomach photos. "And some were deep while others were shallow, I think there's more than one unsub." She concluded.

"Okay, wheels up in ten. Penelope, look into missing person reports back twenty years, this Jane Doe might have been missing for a while." Hotch said, closing his file. Everyone did the same and rushed out the door to the plane, go bags in hand.

A/N

Hope you like the first chapter. I'll try to publish when I can depending on how busy I am. There might be a slight crossover with a real life person, so just in case there you go as a heads-up.

Peace.