RAVEN

I wake up to cramps, and stiff muscles. I try to shift in the hard chair, but my hands are bound in chains. I study my surroundings. It is a bleak room with off white walls, and a mirror opposite of me. There is a door to my left, it is big and heavy and probably locked. So for the moment I will stay as I am until I know a bit more about what is going on here?

SPENCER REID

I watch as she calmly looks around the room. It doesn't fit with how she was found. Panicked and in a state of terror. So scared she couldn't stand up. I watch her closely. She didn't commit any of the murders. She doesn't fit the profile. For starters the unsub is male, not to mention he would be about ten years older than she appears. "Who wants to talk to her?" I hear Hotch ask behind me.

"Perhaps it should be Derek to speak with her. After all he is the one who has the most luck with women," I say thoughtfully.

"I don't know kid; she doesn't look like the type of girl to fall for me," Derek says thoughtfully. "Maybe you should get in there. She might feel more comfortable with someone closer to her own age," Derek suggested. And damn him it made perfect sense.

"But I always get nervous when talking to girls," I exclaim. They just shrug at me.

"Pretend she is your sister," JJ suggests.

"But I don't have a sister," I say with a resigned sigh.

"She's just a girl Reid. She can't eat you when she is chained to the desk," Derek teases. I shake my head at them before going in to see her.

FLAME

He is fine. Thankfully, but travel through the gate takes a lot out of anyone. Even people like Raven and I. I sensed her arrival, and had immediately set out to find her. They must have been thrown through at the same time, because I didn't fell his gate open. I lightly brush the hair from his cheek. He is nice to look at, but not quiet my type. Not that I knew my type. When we see them we are drawn to our life mates. Gender, race, it doesn't matter to my clan. As long as you find your life mate, then you are perfect in every way.

That is unless your name is Raven, and you are known to all half vamps that you have the worst attitude of any who has walked the earth. I smile at the memory of our last meeting. She was sent away because of what she had said to our clan's chieftain. She is lucky her brothers and I stepped in to keep her alive. She was never afraid that she would die. Some in our clan thought she had the gift of foresight, but only I know the truth for her behavior.

She uses her psychic abilities to hear the world around her. Taps into the minds of anyone close to use their ears. I shiver in sorrow for her. Should she ever find herself without her powers, then she would be lost in a silent world. Before she came into her powers, she learned to read the lips of others, but she may have forgotten. I look down at the boy again. I wonder what kind of person he is.

RAVEN

I watch as a young man enters the room. I latch onto his mind. He is very wise this Spencer. I watch his lips eagerly to hear what he had to say. He sits down across from me, without a word. I stare at him intently, but he just flips through a folder for many minutes. I begin to twitch with anticipation.

SPENCER REID

I hear the chains rattle loudly in the quiet room. I look up and see her inches from my face. I jump back, and the door slams open. My team hurries into the room to keep me safe. As I stare into her eyes my head starts to hurt. I rub at my temple, and she looks away. In an instant the headache is gone. I watch her curiously. She is still watching me, but out of her periphery. I