Here's the next chapter, I hope everyone enjoys! Thanks for reading and thanks for the comments! I really appreciate them!

Darcie was slightly nervous at giving the briefing, just enough though to give her an edge at doing a good job. JJ took a seat in front of her as she walked to the head of the table and turned on the screen. She looked at the team and began as she clicked through the pictures, "We received a call from Detroit P.D. requesting our assistance, on the case of seven local kids being found dead. All of them were found inside a dumpster with similar markings, lacerations on their wrists, bruising covering most of their bodies, cuts and scarring on their backs, and cause of death was strangulation on each of the victims. Three of the seven victims were females and all of the females showed signs of sexual assault."

"That's strange." Reid said.

"What is?" JJ asked.

"The un-sub doesn't have a type. They all look to be between the ages of 4-17 and he doesn't pick one particular gender, and he only abuses the females."

"Do we know who these kids are?" Emily asked.

"Local authorities are working on that right now, apparently no one has come forward to claim them." Darcie said.

"So we have seven dead, unclaimed children?" Morgan said.

"It looks that way." Rossi added.

"Okay, wheels up in 30." Hotch ordered.

Then Darcie wanted to say something before everyone left the room, "Might I add something?"

"Of course." Hotch replied.

"They look like foster kids, so you might look into any foster kids that have gone missing."

"I'll get right on it." Garcia said.

Darcie turned back to the screen as every one left the room, except for one who studied her for a moment. The pictures she was looking at were all too familiar, bringing up the past she so wanted to forget. She was finally able to peel her eyes away and when she turned around she saw Hotch standing behind her, "Are you okay?" He asked concerned.

"I'm fine." She saw that by the look he still had on his face, she wasn't being believable, "Really I'm fine. I'll see you on the plane." She said before walking out.

Hotch watched as his daughter left through the bull pen and out the glass doors. In the few minutes he has known her; she had stolen his heart and he had accepted his role of dad. As a dad he wanted to fix whatever was wrong but he needed first to find out what it was and with the help of Garcia he would.

After briefing more about the case everyone took a few minutes to relax before landing. Hotch went to a window seat alone and started flipping through Darcie's file, Garcia handed him before they left. The file contained a progression of pictures starting when she was about 8, of one horrific beating after another. Many pictures were of her beaten and battered face, so bruised and swollen that she was un-recognizable. As the pictures progressed he saw one of her head when she was about 14, it had been slashed open by a broken beer bottle, all hte way to her skull. Another picture that turned his stomach was of when she was about 17, the scars and lacerations on her back showed many years of beatings. Just when he thought the worst was what he had just looked at, he read something that tore his heart out.

In anger he threw the folder down on the table in front of him, and noticeably stormed off to the bathroom. Once inside he almost let himself break down. His eyes reddened and few tears streamed down his face. His heart beat faster as his anger grew, along with an extreme feeling of guilt. This all could have been prevented if Harper hadn't of left, and now for a moment he was mad at her. He couldn't imagine if Jack had to go through something like that and knowing that his little girl did broke his heart. If only he could turn back the hands of time, he could fix all this. He was ashamed to even face her again, after all that she had been through, knowing it was his fault.

Hotch took a few minutes collecting himself before going back out in the plane. When he opened the door he met everyone's glances with his ever familiar stoic expression. Without a word he passed right by them and went back to his seat.

Emily got up from her seat and sat next him, "What's wrong?"

"We need to talk. I have a feeling what I have to tell you will be a hard kept secret if I wait till we get back, it needs to be said."

Emily questioned his words with her facial expression, "Is everything alright? You look upset."

"Yes and no." Hotch grabbed her hand, brought it up to his lips and kissed it.

At a distance Darcie watched how Emily and Hotch acted with each other, it was obvious they were together and she was pleased. She seemed right for him. The next thing she heard was Reid's voice resonating in her ears. "What's your I.Q. ?"

She looked into those beautiful eyes of his and her heart skipped a beat, whatever her I.Q. was just dropped. "Uhhh…I'm not for sure." She said slightly raising her shoulders, wondering what the point of the question was.

"You're not like a genius, so how did you get so many degrees in such a short time?"

JJ was slightly afraid he sounded offensive so she said, "He didn't mean that offensively."

And before Darcie could reply Reid said, "Of course I didn't mean it offensively, why did I sound offensive? I was just asking her a simple question."

Darcie giggled, "Guys it's fine. When I was in high school I took a lot of dual credit and when I went to college I did online classes, summer courses and extra credit hours."

"So what was your favorite class?" Reid asked.

"Music appreciation."

"Really?" He said.

"No, I have no idea." Darcie said, holding in her laugh. She wanted to giggle at all the questions Reid was asking her.

"What college did you go to?" Reid asked.

"What is this 20 questions?" She said laughing.

"20 questions? What is 20 questions?" Reid asked looking around.

Then JJ, Morgan, and Rossi rolled their eyes and smirked.

"Okay Reid, I'll make you a deal. You can ask me 20 questions to figure out who I am."

Reid was suddenly quiet and sat back in his seat, "Hmmm, I'm going to have to think about this awhile." Everyone gave a little laugh and was half glad they got Reid to think awhile instead of talk.

"So Darcie how do you like the job so far?" Morgan asked.

Darcie looked towards Hotch and then back in Morgan's eyes, "It's been surprising and eventful, and all of you all are great. I don't think I could ask for a better job."

"Get ready for the crime scenes they can be pretty gut wrenching." Morgan said.

"I've seen my fair share of gut wrenching things, so no worries." No doubt about it she was confident and convincing. As soon as they landed the real game would begin.

At the police department the team was met by lead investigator Ron Needham. Darcie introduced each agent and Dr. Reid. After introductions Ron had new information to give them. "I'm sorry to inform you that we have found another body."

"Male or female?" Reid asked.

"Female."

"Okay, JJ and Emily work victimology. Rossi and Reid start a geographical profile and Morgan I want you to come with me. Darcie I would also like you to follow along, I know your job is here, but I want you to get some field experience."

"Yes sir."

At the the crime scene they slowly approached the body, as the detectives gave them details. Each of them put on their gloves and observed the scene profiling what they could.

"Another new location." Morgan said.

"The un-sub definately wants his victims to be found." Hotch added.

"Dumping his victims on the side of the road is risky, there is a chance he could have been seen." Darcie observed before kneeling at the victim.

"He seems to be getting riskier. Maybe he's getting confident , he could make a mistake." Morgan said kneeling next to Darcie. He noticed how gentle she was being with the body, and how she looked with a deep sympathy. Her mind didn't quite seem to be on the task at hand. "Are you okay?" He asked her.

"I'm fine." She said playing off that feeling. "There was a lot more rage on this victim. She has the same marks as the others, but she's been stabbed numerous times and left half naked. She was raped here."

"So the victim either made him mad and he relenquished his rage on her or this is a totally different un-sub."

In response to what Morgan said Hotch said, "I don't think it's a different un-sub. This one could be devolving."

Darcie saw the chain around her neck and was suprised by what she saw. "Oh God!" She said in an exclaimed whisper standing up. She covered her mouth trying to stifle her cry, and walked back to the SUV.

"What was that about?" Morgan said, pointing at the distraught Darcie.

"I don't know but I'm going to find out." Hotch said, going after her. He caught up with her at the SUV. By this time she had her emotions under control as best as she could. "Darcie? What is it? What's wrong?"

"I know her. That's Janie. She was seven when I met her. I gave her the chain she has around her neck. She was more of a rebel foster child and was taken out of the home we were in together."

"Maybe your too close to this."

"No. I'm fine." But the truth was she wasn't fine and Hotch could see it.

The day streamed into the night. They were getting closer to their un-sub and it was just a matter of time before they would have him in their grasp.

When they reached the hotel, the men shared a room and the girls shared a room. After settling in and eating a snack, Emily met with Aaron for their conversation, on the balcony, of the third floor.

Darcie went to the pool to clear her head, she knowingly was followed by Reid.

Little did any of them know that someone was watching them. He lurked in the shadows and waited for the right moment. He wanted Emily and Darcie. They were beautiful and the objects of his affection since he first saw them walk into the police station. He hoped tonight would be the night to take them, but he would have to lie and wait.

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