Chapter One: Doctor Spencer Reid

He's gone. Everything's okay. He's gone. I kept telling myself this over and over again, but I couldn't quite grasp it completely. My body was shaking like I was having a seizure, but I wasn't. I was afraid. Tears were streaming down my face and I was in pain. My body ached. I was alone. Where were the police whose sirens I heard not too long ago? Did they know I was here? Was I just imagining those sirens? If I was, why did he go running? I didn't know and I didn't care. All I needed to know was how to get out of here before he came back. I leaned against my bed to get myself off of the floor. I was propped like a doll thrown across the room by a violent child. I moved one leg and it throbbed. I was unsuccessful at getting up and when I fell to the floor I noticed the noise I'd been making. It sounded like a puppy crying. I was making the most distressing whimpering noise. Apparently someone had heard me because my door was kicked open with full-force. I flinched at the sound in fear that he was back, but it wasn't him. Thank you, God. It was a man. He was dark-skinned and had big brown eyes. He was tall, had a good build, and wore an FBI uniform. My eyes widened at the gun in his hand. He lowered it, looking around, and put it back in the holder on his belt.

"Colette?" he said, "Is that your name, sweetie?" I tried to nod and he understood. "Colette, I'm Agent Morgan. You're safe now." I was still trembling. Agent Morgan sat next to me on the floor in my bedroom where I sat covered in nothing but a towel. He tried soothing me in a sweet voice, "Its okay, sweetie. I promise everything's okay." He stroked my sweaty, matted hair softly. Something inside his jacket buzzed making me jump.

"It's alright. Just my phone," he explained while taking it from his pocket and holding it to his ear.

"Hotch," he said, "I can't. I'm with the girl. But Hotch…do you really think he can handle it? She's fifteen. Send Prentiss with him. Fine. I'll be right out." He hung up and got up to move. I looked at him with worried eyes. He hadn't been here more than a minute.

"Sweetie, I've gotta go, but two of my team mates are going to come stay with you. Police are outside surrounding the house." I was still too shaky to speak let alone walk. Morgan told me I'd need to go to the hospital. The ambulance had not yet arrived, but would soon. With not another word, Agent Morgan left and I was alone in my bedroom, on the floor, in a towel.

The other agents wouldn't be here for a while I figured so I tried to get up again to at least put on a sundress. Those are what made up most of my closet thanks to my parents. That'd be easy enough to get on. It was so hot here in Arizona. I was facing away from the door putting on a light pink dress when it opened. I shrieked even though I was already clothed.

"Oh my God! I'm so sorry!" I screamed at the sound of a male voice. But when I turned around imagining the scarred, hideous face of him, I simply saw a man, just as startled as I was, covering his eyes.

"Who are you?" I squeaked, afraid. My voice cracked from crying so much.

"FBI!" he said, holding a badge stating he was not an agent, but a doctor, still not looking at me. A woman with black hair ran in. She probably was startled by my screams.

"Reid! I told you to wait for me," she whispered the last part. He looked up, walked towards me, and held out his hand and said, "I'm Doctor Spencer Reid." I flinched as he got closer. He frowned and dropped his hand. He understood.

"And I'm Emily Prentiss," the woman said. She did not hold out her hand. She knew I didn't really want any one person touching me right now. I wanted to be somewhere else. Somewhere with my family. Maybe on that cruise we took a few months ago. Relaxing. I wanted to be anywhere but here. I was still shaking so hard and they noticed.

"Why don't you sit down for a while until you calm down a bit." I did just that and sat on my bed while they stood in the opposite corner across my small room.

"I'm sorry," I whispered. Why was I sorry?

"Do you want to talk about it?" asked the woman named Emily. I shook my head, fighting back more tears. Flashbacks to that miserable hour were haunting me every second and I couldn't fight it much more. I finally let the tears flow and I cried and cried and cried.

"No," I croaked, "B-but I have to. I…I thought he was going to kill me. B-but he didn't. He…he raped me." I couldn't speak any more. I climbed into a fetal position and slammed my head against my knees. "Why?" I sobbed. Doctor Reid looked so upset from where I was. He looked over at me with sad eyes. He knew he couldn't help me. He took a step closer to me, but I cringed away and Emily could see I was afraid of him. I was still shaking and thought back. Everything was gone; my innocence destroyed.

"Colette, we're not going to hurt you," she said taking a step closer. Why was I so shaky around the doctor and not Emily? Why wasn't I around Agent Morgan either? Because he saved you. He assured you that monster wasn't coming back.

"I think we may be here for a little while. I'm sorry if I'm making you uncomfortable, but I have to stay here," Doctor Reid said. I could understand that. He was just doing his job.

"So what do you like to do? I see you have a lot of books in here." I could sense Doctor Reid was trying to put my mind on other things, but I didn't want to talk. I didn't want to be afraid anymore.

"Uh, yeah," I said quietly and slowly, "I read a lot."

"So do I," he said, smiling lightly.

"How old are you?" Emily asked.

"Fifteen." I noticed I was whispering again. She nodded and jotted a few details down in a notebook. She looked around my room and continued to write. The doctor was looking around too.

"Whoever did it didn't leave us much to work with," Emily said.

"DNA tests will give us what we need," commented the doctor, "Colette, you'll need to go to the hospital. They'll do STD tests, including HIV, and a few for DNA. You'll also have to have a combined oral contraceptive pill and will be put on some medications afterwards. The ambulance should be here soon, the hospital's fairly far away." I nodded, tears streaming down my face. I shouldn't need to go through this. No person should have to. Now I needed to be tested for how many things? What did I do to deserve this? I could understand, however, why there was no ambulance here yet. The closest hospital wasn't for miles. Hell, the closest house was a half a mile away. Arizona's streets weren't exactly the same as New York's. I really didn't understand much of what Doctor Reid was saying. I didn't know what the scientific terms meant. I'd find out later, I assumed. Suddenly, pulling me out of my trance, there was a knock at my door.

"Reid? Prentiss? It's Hotch."

"Come in," Emily said. A tall serious looking man walked in and looked from me to them.

"Can I speak with you alone?" the man asked. Spencer looked at me and nodded, "Of course." He stepped out of my room and into the hallway. For a few minutes I heard whispering where my name popped up once and a while and finally they both entered again. Emily stayed with me, staying silent.

"Colette, you come with us. Emily, help her pack her things, please." She shook her head once. Hotch left the room with Doctor Reid and Emily was looking around again. She pointed towards my empty schoolbag. It hadn't been used since last year. "Can we use that to hold your things?" I nodded, wiped my eyes, and together we began throwing clothes into the bag. I grabbed the necessary things; shirts, shorts, socks, pajamas, a hairbrush, and a few other things.

"Is that it?" she asked and I shook my head 'yes.' "Okay, come with me," Emily said and I followed her outside of my house and into an ambulance.

"Where are my parents?"

"My team is doing their best to locate them. I promise."

"Hate hospitals," I thought aloud. I didn't even realize I'd be saying anything until a paramedic chuckled beside me.

"Sorry, but you know it's mandatory." I nodded even though I hadn't known it was mandatory. A fifteen year old shouldn't have to know going to the hospital after being raped was mandatory! Soon we were there and I was put in a room. Most of the time, I was almost oblivious to what was happening. All I knew was they were doing tests, taking blood, and talking to me. I just did what I was told until they told me to swallow a pill.

"What?" I hadn't been paying attention until they put a little round piece of medicine in my hand. Doctor Ross, the woman taking care of me, explained, "Its combined oral contraceptive pill," I had heard those words before. Spencer Reid had said it earlier. "You need to take it." I was still confused and must've looked that way because she explained further, "It's a birth-control pill."

"What!" I wasn't expecting that.

"You need to take it. You were raped; there is a chance of pregnancy." I shook my head, eyes wide.

"I promised my mom."

"You promised you mom what, sweetie?"

"When my mom talked to me about…that stuff, she said if I were ever to get pregnant, she'd never want me to get rid of the baby. I'm Catholic and I'd never have an abortion or take one of those pills! I don't care if I was raped! If I get pregnant, I get pregnant! If it was meant to be, it was meant to be!" The doctor was clearly freaked out. Oh, well I was dead-set against not taking that damn pill.

I was discharged from the hospital a few days later. They wanted to keep me longer than usual since the BAU was in on my case. I was given plenty of pills to take following up to the tests who's results had yet to come back. A black car waited outside for me as I walked out with Emily by my side.