Chapter Two
POV-Annabella
"Have you found anything out?" Tears cascade down my face at the thought of what my daughter must be going through, "I'm sorry Ms. Devereaux, but nothing new has come up since the last time you asked." Captain Jackson sighs, looking around at the 11 photos of the women killed, "The FBI will be here soon t help us. We will find Kinsley Ms. Devereaux, and Angie Fremont as well." A sad smile appears on my face while looking at Kinsley's photo taken by a friend the week prior, "But will you find her alive?" Silence is my only answer before the front doors open letting in six agents, one of which I recognize from my past. 'Oh God,' He looks directly at me, anger and fear in his eyes, 'He knows, how could he know?' I look away, shame coloring my eyes as my ex-husband stops directly in front of me, "Is she mine?" My eyes close as more tear escape, "Tell me Annabella! Is Kinsley mine?" A sob rips from my throat, "Yes; yes she's yours." I whisper, completely ashamed of my past actions. Devastation appears on his face as a solitary tear trails down his cheek, "How could you hide her from me? Does she even know who I am?" I shake my head, lip quivering from holding back sobs, "No, I never told her. I didn't want her to go through the same abandonment I went through." Anger contorts his face, "I never abandoned you!" My head whips around, "Yes you did! You may not have meant to, but you did! I couldn't put her through that pain."
POV-Rossi
'Oh God, is that what she thinks? Is that really what it looked like?' I clench my eyes shut, pain contorting my face, "I want to be part of her life. I've missed more than I want to think about and I refuse to walk away now that I know." Annabella looks directly in my eyes, sorrow and apologies swimming in hers, "That's entirely between you and Kinsley. Find her Dave, please bring her home." A bitter smile crosses my face, "I will; if it's the last thing I do!" The team walks closer, filling in the space they had afforded us. "What do we know?" Hotch asks the lead detective while glancing over the photos of 11 young women's bodies. "He keeps two girls at any given time, but waits three days between each kidnapping. After he takes the second girl a couple of weeks go by before the first girl's body shows up and another girl is taken." Captain Jackson takes over, "The first victim was taken five months ago; three days later the second victim was taken. Eleven days passed and we found the first victim in the woods; she was dressed in new clothes and buried in a pine box. Three days later another girl was taken and the cycle has been repeating ever since. Kinsley Devereaux was taken late last night after her shift ended at Persephone and Angie Fremont was taken two weeks ago; we found Rebecca Callahan three days ago." I stare at the pictures of the young women, noting that none of them look similar. Some are blonde, some brown headed, and others have red hair, eye color and height all vary. "So what do these girls have in common?"
Reid looks up from the multiple files in front of him, "So far I can't find anything and Garcia hasn't found any transactions that overlap." I turn to Annabella, "Has Kinsley done anything different lately? Gone somewhere she normally doesn't or bought something that she hasn't before?" She shakes her head, "Not that I know of. She goes to class, work, occasionally shopping with her friends, and comes home. She rarely goes out unless it's for a sports meeting or something for a holiday or work. She always says that she needs to concentrate on her work so she can get her dream job with the FBI. Of all things my daughter wants to work for the blasted FBI; she's so much like you Dave it isn't funny!" I smile slightly and look at the rest of the team, "So why were these girls targeted?"
POV-Kinsley
I look around me, hoping to figure out where we are or a way out of these chains. "Angie. Angie, wake up!" I whisper, pushing her gently from her jerky slumber. "Yeah?" I could tell her throat was dry, the raspy tenor of her voice giving it away, "What has he done to you? Has he hurt you?" Angie shakes her head, "Not really. He hardly ever comes down I have no clue what he wants. He'll bring us food and water and make us clean, but that's about it." She pauses for a minute, "Did Jennie come back?" My eyes widen and my face pales as I realize she never had and she probably never will. "No she didn't." I pause in my statement, "They found a body in the woods before he took me." A sob breaks from her throat as tears roll down my face, "Oh God. He killed her."