Author's Notes: Okay! I've already posted this but I decided to re-do it as I needed to actually CHECK what I'd written. Anywho, since I've done that this fic is now ready to be read!

Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds – if I did then no-one would ever get within 20 feet of Reid!

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9:35am, FBI Office, Quantico.

Sitting in his office, feeling relaxed SSA Jason Gideon was startled as the phone beside him began to ring. Answering it immediately, Gideon listened intently before speaking.

"Okay, we'll be there in a few hours."

Getting to his feet left his office and headed straight for the lift.

"Guys, come on." Gideon he called to his team. "We're going to Atlanta City. Now!"

"Why?" Dr. Spencer Reid called after Gideon as he grabbed his jacket and satchel bag.

"We've been requested by Atlanta Police Department to help them find a serial killer." Gideon answered as he stepped into the lift, followed by Reid and the others.

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11:25am, FBI jet.

Reid sat reading a novel by a British author and Gideon was staring out of the window while Derek Morgan, Jennifer Jareau, Emily Prentiss and Aaron Hotchner, sat discussing the homicides and the possible personality of the killer.

"These victims look alike and all of them have the same injuries." Jennifer Jareau, also known as JJ, said more to herself than to the others. "How could anyone do such a thing?"

Morgan didn't speak and neither did Prentiss or Hotch. Reid on the other hand did.

"Serial killers can't always see the difference between normal and abnormal like we can, to them this level of violence could be normal."

"Have you even seen these photos?" JJ demanded shoving the photographs towards Reid. "Look at them Reid!"

Putting down his book, Reid studied the photographs closely.

"They look familiar somehow." Reid commented looking up at the others.

"In what way?" Gideon spoke up as the others stared at Reid.

"Like I've seen them before, like I know them." Reid said looking at the photographs again.

"Maybe you're thinking of someone else." Prentiss offered as there was an uncomfortable silence on the plane.

"I know I'm thinking of someone else but they look like her, all of them!" Reid insisted. "Someone who I knew… years ago."

"Who?" Gideon asked softly. Knowing Reid was uncomfortable when talking about his past.

"Errmm…" Reid looked at Gideon with a rather pretentious look on his face. "Maybe Sara Clarkson, I think."

Knowing that Reid didn't want to say any more, Gideon picked up his cell phone and rang Penelope Garcia.

Garcia immediately answered.

"What's up my sweet-cakes?" She asked as she typed away on her computer.

"Could you run a search for a Sara Clarkson for me Garcia?" He asked getting straight to the point.

"Err… yes Sir. Not a problem!" She replied working her computer wizardry. "There's a Sara Clarkson Gideon, there's also a record of her brother and parents who died in a car crash 9 years ago, she was the only one who survived.."

"Could you give me her address?" Gideon asked.

"Yeah, hold on a sec." Garcia replied, a few commands in-putted into her computer later she had an address. "She's currently living in Atlanta City, but there's only a PO. Seems she's off the radar, to a point."

"Thanks Penny." Gideon said.

"No problem Sir. Bye!" Garcia said as she hung up.

"Bye Garcia." Gideon put down the cell phone and looked at Reid directly. "I think you might be right."

Reid looked disturbed by this comment and sat down again picking up his book and continuing to read, but looking distracted.

The others all stopped talking about the case from that point on, on the plane ride. Gideon studied Reid as he attempted to read his novel with a troubled look upon his face. Gideon was worried for Reid, 'he's been through a lot lately, far too much for him. He needs a break.'

The plane continued on its flight path and inside it, no-one spoke a word.

Hope you guys enjoyed this first Chapter!! Tell me what you think, please.