I woke up on the couch in the back room behind the stage. I could hear Mat and the others talking,
"Are you sure? I mean they said he was dead."
"Unfortunately yes. He is alive. We found three bodies that resemble his kind of killing."
"I thought we'd escaped all that crap when we left the UK."
"I know." I stood up and all eyes went to me. I stared at Derek.
"So, he's back then."
"Yes, and I think it's in your best interest that you come with us."
"Derek, I can't just up and leave. I have a show to do and I can't just leave Matt here all by himself."
"Michelle, love, I agree with Derek. I think you should go with these chaps to somewhere safe. I'll be fine love. You're one of my best mates and I don't want to loose you." I hugged Matt and gave him a kiss on the cheek. A tear fell down my face.
"Alright. I'll go." I said goodbye to Matt and got onto the plane with Derek and the others.
"So, where are we going?"
"Quantico Virginia." I was nervous and I was rubbing my hands together. Derek took my hand, "Michelle, it's gonna be ok. You'll be safe."
"It's not me I'm worried about. I looked to Rossi and Reid, "Do you know what my father did? To all those people? Each one was my friend or had some relation to me. My best friend was the first, then my coach, my boyfriend, then finally…my mother."
I put my head down ashamed of even being related to him. "And you know why he did that? Because he thought that they looked down me. My friend and I got into a little fight and he cut her throat and used her blood to write "bully". My coach didn't play me one game because I had mouthed off in practice. He cut her throat too and wrote "hater" on her wall. My boyfriend and I had just broken up and my dad…he…"
"He cut his stomach open and wrote "liar" on the wall." I couldn't finish so Derek took over, "Then when she and her mom got into a fight about college he gutted her and wrote "cruel". He turned himself in and was sentenced to jail, but on the way to the jail house the car was in an accident and hit a gas truck and blew up. There was almost no evidence that any survived. It was assumed that he was dead. But now…"
"Now he's back." I felt hate boil in me. "Who has he killed now?" He pulled out a picture of Isabelle. I felt tears role down my face,
"Oh God. That's Isabelle. S-She called me the other day. S-she said… she said that s-she was coming down in two weeks to see me. She was going to bring her little boy with her."
"Wait little boy? Rossi did you see any signs of her having a child?"
"No, she didn't even have a home. She lived in a half way house." I put a hand over my mouth,
"Oh God no. He has him. He has Kyle."
"Reid call Hotch and tell him about the boy. Rossi call Garcia tell her to get everything she can on the boy, his mother, and to find where the heck he his now. Michelle…we'll find him. Don't worry."
"Derek, why is he doing this now? I mean Isabelle didn't do anything to me? Why is he changing his motive now? And Why her?!" I broke down sobbing. I felt a hand on my back and I looked up to see agent Reid holding a cup of coffee and Benadryl.
"Here, this will help you sleep." I smiled at him and took the medicine.
"Thanks." I swallowed the meds and fell asleep before we landed.
