The conversion by Elizabeth Davidson

It was a rainy night when Lisa Miller was driving home; in fact it was so rainy that Lisa's windshield wipers struggled to keep the rain off her windscreen.

Lisa was the newest recruit at the FBI's behavioural analysis unit or B.A.U as some of her colleagues referred to it. Lisa got top marks in her class at the training academy and graduated with honours, she fast made a name for herself as 'the girl who could read minds' due to her uncanny ability to make it seem as though she knew what people were thinking, she struck up a friendship with both Derek Morgan and Spencer Reid, seeing Derek as more of a brother than anything else, though he had already asked her out on a date, Spencer was the one she liked but he seemed shy. Lisa hid her tears behind her fringe, her long dark locks cascading down her back and resting at her waist, her big blue eyes were red, bloodshot, and tear-stained, her mascara and eyeliner that she had oh-so-carefully put on that morning were now running down her cheeks and she didn't care, she had to get away, away from reality, she looked down at the passenger seat, there sat a rucksack full of beer cans. You see, there is one thing Lisa has been keeping from everyone, her colleagues, her family, Derek and Spencer, she was an alcoholic.

As Lisa drove she happened upon a park; 'no,' she said almost whispering, 'it's too wet to drink there, besides I may be moved on'. She drove on coming to a hotel 'that's just the place, I can drink myself to oblivion in there with no disturbance...' the smile that had formed on her face disappeared, 'payday is almost two weeks away, and I'm broke' she sighed. She then pulled up next to a church, 'hmm, people definitely will not like it, ach what the heck' she got out of her car with the rucksack of beer and made her way to the church.

Lisa took a seat in one of the pews, she looked up and saw Him, the crucified Christ, Lisa was brought up in a Catholic family so she knew all about why they have the crucified Christ up on the wall instead of the plain cross the Protestants do, but somehow the eyes seemed to rest upon her. Suddenly she heard a voice say, 'My child, do you think it was by chance you ended up in My House tonight?' 'Who's there?' she shouted to the empty church hall, 'I am He in Whose statutes you were raised; now sleep, you will rest here tonight.' Lisa all at one felt herself fall backwards into the pew and her eyes closed, when she opened them again she was standing and the room she was in was all black, a man stood before her, or was it a man? No she could see the outline of a man but His face shone so He could only be one person, 'are you Jesus Christ?' she asked the man, receiving no reply she asked again, as if in answer He pointed back, past Lisa, she turned and saw another man cloaked in darkness 'Lisa, you need your drink, you must wake up and drink.' The man in darkness encouraged her. 'Who are you?' 'I am he that would help you to take away all your pains through alcohol.' 'And you, who are you?' she now turned back to the one she had assumed was Jesus Christ, 'I am He that would will to save you from your alcoholism.'

Lisa looked from one of the men to the other, her head started hurting, the one who encouraged her to drink advanced on her, 'You must drink, remember your traumatic home life? Your father beat your mother and didn't care a jot when you begged him not to leave; he may be back now, but for how long? Hmm? Or the time that your uncle came into your room and...'

'Stop, stop, stop! I can't take anymore!!!!!!!!!!!!'

'Child, do not fear I will help you to remember the good times, if you would only come to me.'

Lisa tried to move forward but was stopped by a chain only reaching as far as halfway.

'It's hopeless!' she cried.

'That's right, you must go back to your drink, and it's easier anyway.'

'Child, no! Lisa there is a way to be freed from this chain that binds you.'

'Tell me what it is then!'

'You must ask me to remove it, only then will you be free!'

'I can't do it, I'm not strong enough!'

'Ask Me and I shall remove it for you! Open you mouth and ask me to remove it!'

'Jesus, I need you to remove this chain that stops me from coming to you!'

'NO! YOU FOOL, I COULD HAVE HAD YOU FOREVER BUT YOU SIDE WITH HIM?!'

'AND YOU CAN GET AWAY FROM ME! I DON'T NEED YOU ANYMORE! '

The storm that seemed to have whipped up was gone now and only Jesus and Lisa remained, the chain was now gone from Lisa and Jesus was smiling.

'You are now free, go and throw away all the drink you have brought with you and enjoy being free.'

Will I see You again?'

'Of course, everyday if you would allow Me access, Lisa I just want you to know, even though your own father failed you, if you let Me be your Father I would never fail you.'

With that word ringing in her ear, Lisa woke up, to find Spencer hovering over her.

'What time is it?' she asked sleepily.

'Time for work, did you drink any of these?' Spencer asked, indicating the rucksack.

'No, I fell asleep...'then she remembered the words of Jesus, 'can I have it? I'm going to throw it out.'

'Sure, this church must have been a good influence on you!'

'You had noticed?'

'Well, I wouldn't be a genius if I hadn't now would I?'

And so, as Lisa and Spencer walked out, Spencer took her hand and kissed her cheek.