Hello! I hope this is okay... I have no idea what the process would be in order to get something back from a crime scene (I did hours of research on it and it's impossible to find!). So I made up some stuff.

Please, again, review! :D I want to know what needs improvement and what worked well. :)

Agent Morgan looked over to the burly Italian agent – Gina couldn't recall his name. Agent Morgan was overwhelmingly strong and sturdy. He just held a confident air and he seemed like the boss. That frightened Gina quite a bit. Still, despite how boss-like he seemed, his words came out sounding almost unsure. "Gina, do you mean the stuffed dog that they found with Sheila?"

She looked down at her feet again. She didn't respond verbally, but she nodded her head. "He-he... he needs to be with me. I-I need him. Please."

"Gina, sweetheart, can you... do you think that you could give us a moment of privacy?" Maureen's request surprised the agents, but they did not argue.

Instead, Agent Jareau held out her hand and smiled at Gina. "Why don't we go for a short walk? We could walk to the cafeteria, if you want. I know it's hard, but the doctors said it's good for you to move."

Gina hesitated, looking over to Maureen for reassurance. She received it, and was thankful.

"Go on, sweetie. I promise that I will come find you. Okay?"

"'kay." Her response was short, but she took Jennifer's hand and followed as the kind woman led her away.

As soon as Gina and JJ were out of earshot, Agent Rossi spoke. "Mrs. Hawthorne, is everything all right?"

A single tear made its way down the woman's cheek. "She has no one." Her emotions were overwhelming her so much, she felt like she could faint. "She has been missing for ten years and no one looked for her. No one missed her. She is the reason that I have my daughter back. She is the reason that my granddaughters are alive. She has been a sister to Amelia for ten years. I can't ignore that. I can't ignore her."

Each one of the agents was speechless. Hotch was thinking how he could politely say what a terrible decision it would be to take another child in to her home. One who wasn't even a child at all. Gina was eighteen years old. Her own daughter now had two daughters of her own, who, in all of their years on earth, had seen a total of three people. They saw their mother, their captor and father, and the other sister. That had been the extent of their lives.

Before Hotch could speak, Morgan did. "Both those girls lived over half the time they've been on earth in that room. It makes sense that they want their stuff. It's the only thing they can call their own. Especially Gina. She didn't have any possessions before she was taken."

"How can we... get their things?" Her voice was small and unsure.

"Occasionally, victims of captivity will revisit the places they were kept as a form of closure." The words came from Agent Reid. "Otherwise, we can retrieve the items, if they would prefer that."

Maureen stopped. Without thinking, she asked, "Do they make that choice themselves? How does this work? Gina needs that dog. And, oh God," Her voice broke, "I imagine that Amelia would... and Lily and Jasmine... they all probably have things... that they want."

"Gina and Amelia are both legally adults, so they have the ability to make that decision for themselves. Jasmine and Lily are minors." The answer that Agent Hotchner gave was not helpful to Maureen, who wanted a much less literal answer.

"If they choose to go back, when would they be allowed to do that? Or if they choose not to, how soon could they get... whatever it is that they might want?" The words hurt her to say. All she wanted was to run back in and hug her daughter.

"We could arrange for them to return, if they choose to, as soon as they're both discharged from the hospital. If they choose not to, we may have to fight a bit harder to get anything from the house, since it is technically considered evidence." Agent Rossi's words seemed so foreign and backwards to Maureen. The girls were victims and they would be forced to return to the house that they'd been beaten, raped, and tortured in if they wanted to keep the few measly possessions they had? That was cruel.

"How can I even ask them to go back there?" Again, Maureen's voice broke. How in the world could she tell Gina that, if she wanted her dog back, she had to go back to the house that she worked so hard to escape.

"Just ask." It was Agent Morgan who spoke, "Agent Jareau and Agent Reid seemed to connect with Gina – they could help walk her through." He wondered who would help Amelia. This was a road that the agents had never been down before. Long term captivity was something they'd been witness to, but never to this level of dependency. The girls knew nothing else.

"Where... um. Where is Mrs. Hawthorne?" Gina wrung her hands nervously. "When is she... um. When is she coming back?" She looked around, desperately searching for comfort.

"She'll be back, Gina." Jennifer was always wonderful at reassuring, even if she avoided answering the real question. "Do you want to go grab a snack? We could get you a sandwich or burger or something?"

Gina looked up at Jennifer and met her eyes. "Do you think... do you think she meant it? That I can go live with her and Amelia and her sisters?"

"I don't know, honey. You'll have to ask her when she comes back."

As if on cue, Mrs. Hawthorne walked quickly down the hall. Gina didn't hesitate to run to her. She threw her arms around the woman and buried her head in Maureen's neck. "Did you mean it? Can I really stay with Amelia?"

Maureen couldn't contain the smile that crossed her face. Gina was so innocent. "Yes, Gina. I meant every single word. Does that mean you will? You want to come with us?"

"Yes, please."

She heaved a sigh of relief and cradled Gina's head. "Before we go home, we can go get your dog back. How does that sound?"

It took a moment, but Gina realized something. She would have to go get him herself. He wouldn't magically appear in her hands. After mulling on that thought, Gina pulled away, fear and betrayal in her eyes. "I can't-I can't go back there. Please, don't make me go back!" She ran back to Jennifer and the other agents who had arrived. "Please, I've been a good girl, please don't-please-please don't let her take me back there. Please, I've been so good. I haven't been bad at all, I promise!"

Jennifer wrapped her arms around Gina, shushing her gently. "No, Gina, honey, she doesn't want..." She paused and knelt down before continuing, "Gina, can you look at me for a minute?"

The young girl struggled to calm herself, but she did look to Jennifer after a moment. "Please, I've been so good. I've been good. I've been so good."

"Gina, we don't want you to go back there forever. But your dog is still there, and he needs you to go pick him up. And I think that Amelia and Lily and Jasmine have things there, too. Do you think you might be able to go for just a few minutes to pick up your dog?"

"Will... will you be there? Please don't leave me." Again, Gina's voice became small and childlike.

Jennifer gave a gentle smile in response. "Of course. Mrs. Hawthorne and I will be there, and I bet some of the other agents will come, too. Okay?"

Gina nodded, still a bit unsure. "Okay... Okay." She paused, then looked to Mrs. Hawthorne before she looked back to Jennifer. "Can... can we please go get him now? He... I need him real bad."

Maureen took in a shaky breath. What had she gotten herself in to? She just offered to take a stranger in to her home. She offered to go back to the house of horrors where her only child was held for fifteen years. She started to shake, overwhelmed by her senses.

Agent Rossi noticed, gingerly putting his hand on her arm and helping her into a nearby chair. "Do you need some water?" He asked, voice loud enough only for her to hear.

"I need my husband." Her voice was barely above a whisper.

Gina saw Mrs. Hawthorne's hands shaking. She knew something was wrong. She slipped out of Jennifer's arms and over to the woman who had been so kind to her. She sat down next to her and put a hand on Mrs. Hawthorne's knee. "Can we... can we go see... Amelia? Before we go get my dog?"

Maureen looked at the owner of the kind hand that touched her. She steeled herself and gave a smile. "Yes, sweetheart. Let's go see Amelia."