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Spencer got here pretty quick. I was barely off the off with for 20 minutes when there was a knock on the door. As I got up I realised that I was still holding the knife that I had grabbed before going into my Dad's study. I dropped it on the counter before I made my way to the front door. I didn't want to look like some paranoid freak who was sacred of everyone and everything.

I made my way to the door and checked who it was mainly out of habit. My Dad always told me since I was little girl to check who it was before you opened the door and to never let any strangers in. He must have been sacred of something even back then or maybe it was the father in him wanting to protect me in whatever he could when he wasn't there.

I looked out the window and saw that Spence wasn't alone. The entire team was with him. My Dad must be important for them all to come out.

I unlocked the door and opened it unsure of what to say to all these people here for my father. Spencer was the first person to come in then the rest of the team followed.

"I was only expecting Spencer not the whole team."

"When Spencer told us that it was your father that was missing we all decided to come to help. I'm SSA Aaron Hotcher, this is SSA David Rossi, Derek Morgan and Emily Prentiss."

"I know who you all are. You all came to my mothers funeral last year. I don't even know if anything has happened to him. I just have this gut feeling that something isn't right and also the fact that he has a file on my mothers murder in a secret compartment in his desk is just making it worse."

"Where is it?"

"Here. I haven't let go of it since I found it. I always knew that he would never give up."

"Have you read it?"

"No. As soon as I opened it and saw her picture I closed it again. I already know what happened to her. I'll probably never forget. I didn't need to read it all over again."

Aaron Hotcher looked through the file. His face was like stone, not giving away any emotion until he got to the middle of the file he had a look of intense concentration. That was when I knew it was right to call Spence. Something wasn't right, I just knew it.

"Did you father ever tell you if there was any suspects in your mothers case?"

"No, he just told me that he was still out there. That we were both in danger and probably will be until he was caught. I said to him about going into witness protection but he just said that us being here was probably the best way to draw him out."

"Did he tell you that one of the main suspects was your grandfather?"

"What? No. My Mom told me that her parents were dead. They died in a car accident just after she meet my Dad."

"You're going to have come with us. We'll need to ask you some questions but its more for your own safety. He could have your father and could be coming after you next."

I needed to sit down. To take all this in. I finally had some sort of explanation of who killed my mother but I just couldn't believe it. My grandfather killed my mother. More to the point my grandfather was alive. I just couldn't understand any of it. I was trying to remember what he looked like from photos that my Mom showed me of her childhood in Belfast. They looked happy. Smiling in the sunshine of a warm summers day. The man holding her was her father. How could a person go from being a loving father to killing his own child?

Morgan came back in. I didn't even realise he had left the room.

"I looked around the study. It definitely looks like someone was trying to find something but nothing seems out of place or missing. Whoever came here was trying to find something and when they didn't find it they took him. Do you know where he keeps his gun and badge when he isn't working?"

"He keeps it in his room in a safe next to his bed. I'll show you."

I brought Morgan upstairs to my Dad's room. It was just the same as it was this morning. Bed made and washing the laundry basket. It looked like he could come in any minute and tell me that it was just a big misunderstanding and that everything was ok but I knew deep down that he may never come back here again unless I helped the FBI in whatever way I could which included showing them were my Dad kept his gun when he wasn't working.

I went over to his side of the bed to find the safe open and his gun missing. Morgan called Emily up to look at it. I couldn't breathe I needed to get out of there. I bolted from the room leaving Morgan and Emily talking about what it meant. As soon as I got outside it all started to hit at once. I leaned against the wall and slumped down trying not to fall apart. I brought my head up to my knees and closed my eyes wishing that this was all just a bad dream that I would wake up from any minute. I felt a hand on my shoulder. I lifted my head to see Spencer keeling down beside me. It was taking every once and fibre of my being not to fall apart. I needed to help these people so that they could find my Dad and bring him home safe.

"We will find him I promise you we will."

"I think I have pictures of my Grandfather in my room. I went through loads of old photographs last week and put up ones where she looked happy. I thought it would be nice to have some pictures of her to remind that she was real and that she'll always be with me wherever I go in life."

Morgan and Emily came out of my Dad's room.

"It looks like he could have came up here to get the gun for protection. There were no shots fired. There's no blood on the floor so he went quietly, without putting up much of a fight. He either knew his attacker or they threatened him with something so he would co-operate."

"Me. They threatened to kill me. He told me once that was the only way he would go with anyone quietly if they threatened me. That he would whatever it would take in order to protect me and make sure that I was safe."

As the realisation of this sunk in Spencer pulled me out of my head and into the present.

"Let's go get them photos. Even if there old they can give us an idea of what he might look like now."

I was just hoping and praying that they didn't go into my room in order to prove to my Dad that if he didn't co-operate with them that they would kill me given the first opportunity.

I walked down the hall towards my room and opened the door. My heart was pounding, hoping and praying that my room was left untouched. When I fully opened the door I let out a sigh of relief, nothing had been touched. My room was exactly the same as I had left it in the morning. Books were lying everywhere stacked on shelves, piled high on my desk where my laptop sat.

Morgan looked around and said "This looks like a smaller version of Reid's apartment. The book thing must run in the family."

I ignored him and went over to the wall where I had hung up pictures of my Mom. I took down the one with her father, my grandfather and handed it to Spencer. My hands were still shaking. As Spencer took the photo from me he held my hand.

"I wont let anything happen to you. We're here to protect you and to find your father."

"I know. It's just after everything that's happened I just can't help thinking of the worst possible thing that could happen. My father coming home in a box and me having to bury another parent. I just can't go through that again."

"I know. We need to get going."

"Ok let me grab my laptop. There's some stuff on that I think we might need."

I went over to my laptop. It was still on from this morning. I hit one of the keys to take it off standby. I put in my password to get on to the home screen and I saw the video player open on the desktop. There was a video queued up to play.

"They were in here. They put a video onto my laptop."

Morgan came bedside with his phone.

"Hey baby girl I need you to work you magic on Mary Reid's laptop. There's a video on it that wasn't here when she left it this morning. Can you lift the file and analyse it before we get back?"

"You know I can. Give me a second."

Before I knew it I could see the cursor moving across the screen with out me even touching it. It was kind of surreal.

"Got it. I should have it analysed by the time you get back. Garcia over and out."

"We need you to watch it to see if there is anyone you know. Can you do that?"

Spencer was still holding my hand. I nodded and turned towards the screen and pressed play.

It was dark, it looked like a basement. I could hear foot steps and then I saw a figure move towards the centre of the screen and then stop in the middle of the room. The figure pulled something. It was a sack off someone's head and that someone was my father. I let out a gasp. He was alive, battered and bruised but alive. The dark figure came down beside him with a gun in his hand, pointed towards my Dad's face.

He showed his face and I immediately knew who it was. It was my Grandfather. He started to speak.

"Hello dear granddaughter. I guess you've figured out who I am and what I've done. I won't kill your father because he isn't the one I want. The person I want is you, my only grandchild that I never got to meet. Meet me at your favourite restaurant alone, tomorrow night at 8.00pm. We'll have dinner and discuss your life so far and also your fathers life. See you soon."

The screen went black. I just sat there staring at it. From that moment on I knew what I had to do and my Dad was probably going to kill me for it.