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P.S. All of the chapters will be from the new member's point of view. We begin in the present, but we will go back in time for the next few chapters.

August 12th,

9:47AM, somewhere in Washington D.C

"We acquire the strength we have overcome." Ralph Waldo Emerson

"Damn what an expensive UnSub…"

There are moments that take your breath away and this one was sure to be one of them. I was staring at the note for what felt like hours, when in reality it couldn't have been more than a minute. I was staring, I wasn't sure I was breathing and there was such pounding in my ears I couldn't hear my own thoughts. I wanted to puke. I felt dizzy, weak… I was never as terrified as I was in that moment. Nothing and I mean nothing prepared me for this. No amount of studying, pep-talking, self-assurances made me ready for what happened. I was frozen and for the first time in my life, well… I didn't know what to do? I just stood there… and stood.

After what felt like forever, I snapped out of the daze. I still felt this terror in my bones, and dizziness, but I could move again. That was something at least. My brain however, refused to cooperate. I couldn't for the life of me formulate a coherent thought. "Damn, what an expensive unsub" didn't count. That wasn't normal response that was… I don 't know what it was, but it sure as hell wasn't normal. I think I started to feel though. And I panicked.

Peopled passed me, no one paid me any attention, and I knew no one will. Then, I remembered… call Dave. Yea, that's right, that's what you will do Karoline, you will call Dave, and it'll be ok, he'll fix it, he always does. But, trying to find the phone was almost impossible. My hands shook so bad that It took me forever to just find the phone in my bag. Then, I was supposed to make a call. "Right, one step at the time. You can do this. It's easy, piece of cake!"

I don't remember dialing the number, but the next thing I know Dave answered: "Karo? You ok? Karo… are you there? Answer me? Are you ok?" In the back of my mind, I registered that he was getting worried. But, it was all out of body experience. I did things mechanically. I didn't remember doing them, I didn't feel like it was me doing all these things, but it must have been.

Speaking proved to be a challenge. I didn't think how I was going to tell him, I didn't think of really anything. I just did it, and now when I was supposed to tell him, I didn't know how.

"Dave… "

"Karo, are you all right? You don't sound all right. What's going on? "

"I…uh… I got a message from someone. I… oh God…" I think that my throat closed. There was a lump in my throat the size of Texas, and for the life of me, I couldn't get rid of it.

"Karoline, what message? From whom? Is it your mother? A Friend?"

When he asked me that I felt like laughing. Not the HA HA Ha, funny kind of laugh. More like, panicked, I am losing my mind kind of laugh. I chocked on it and my eyes filled with tears.

"Um, no, no, nothing like that. I, the kid, and I don't know! Ughh! Ok, I was walking and the kid came up to me! But I didn't know him, right? And he came to me, and he gave me a paper. And the paper said that Garcia, Morgan, JJ and Emily have been kidnapped. And… and, I thought it was a joke! But it's not funny! It's not funny! Who would joke like that? It's not right." I think I was babbling, but I just couldn't seem to stop. So I bit my cheek, to stop because I was going to have a real panic attack If I didn't.

"Karo, you need to calm down. Ok? You need to tell me exactly what happened. From the beginning to the end, ok? " Dave's voice was calm, logical, assured, and like many times before, he brought me from the brink of a panic attack and once again, I could think clearer, I was still shaking, my adrenaline was still rushing through my veins, but at least I could talk and think.

So I told him everything, from me walking and sightseeing to the kid, and the money, and the message. Everything. Every single detail that I thought was important, and few that probably weren't, but I told him anyways, because I was afraid to miss anything that might help.

After I was done Dave said: "Ok, now this is what you are going to do. You are going to get a cab, come to FBI office, and meet me there. "

That sounded reasonable to me, but I couldn't help but ask "What are you going to do?"

"I am going to call the guys, just in case, see if they answer. If not, I will call Hotch, since, he wasn't on the list, it's safe to assume he wasn't involved. And then we'll meet you there. Ok?"

I finished the call, and told myself to relax, shit happened for a reason. And it won't do me any good if I fall apart now. Now, I had to go and meet Dave. I could break down later, when I was alone. For now, I was going to do what Dave said.

I was still scared, panicked really, but I knew what I had to do, and knew for sure, that this wasn't random, this was a message inside the message. The question was what was the purpose? Why?

So, I walked, got onto the street, raised my hand and yelled "Taxi!" on top of my lungs.

I got into the cab and simply said "Quantico."

"Strength is a matter of a made up mind." John Beecher