[[Bonjour. Okay, let me explain real quick. I have decided that Remy's POV will be the only person POV I do, this how everything else will be. Questions? Ask me~]]

Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds or NCIS.

As Remy and the man, Jesse Hayworth, sat in his cellar with their lies, Rockell was able to free Riley, but the others had already been injected. Rockell and Riley ran up the stairs and out of the house, running and running with no destination. Luckily they were able to recognize vaguely where they were and that they were still in the state of Virginia. They kept their arms linked and never let go. After a few miles and hours they reached the FBI headquarters in Quantico.

"What are we doing here Rockell?" Riley asked, confused as to why the hospital wasn't first on the list of places they needed to stop at.

Rockell took a moment to remember her sister, Remy. This is for you Remy; the world will know our story. The world will know. They will know what you did. "This is for our fallen sisters." Riley didn't need her to explain, she thought of every girl that died, and Rockell who survived, as her sister. "Most of all this is for Remy." Rockell and Riley agreed that their story would be known, but Remy would be remembered. They kept their arms linked as they entered each building searching for the Behavioral Analysis Unit. Both made no eye contact, made no noise, and made sure they flew under the radar.

As they approached the front desk, Riley took her turn to answer. "Hello ladies, what can I help you with?" The elderly woman asked, without really taking in their appearances.

"My name is Riley this is my sister Rockell, we need to speak to Agent Jason Gideon, it's urgent." The woman never looked up as she responded to Riley.

"I am sorry ladies, Agent Gideon and the entire BAU A-team are working on a case. Quite popular around here, the Goodnight Killer." The way she said it made her sound excited at the prospect of a serial killer…. Killing. "Bitch" Rockell and Riley thought at the same time.

"Look here, Janice, we need to see Agent Gideon now. It is urgent, because it is about the nighty killer, or whatever people are calling him." Riley snapped. She couldn't believe how she had behaved in that cellar. Everyone thinks that they'll be different when they are put in difficult positions; they think they'll do the right thing… most of the time that never happens. And both Riley and Rockell were living proof of it.

"Oh really? And what is so urgent? I'll let you know if he can help." She sneered.

As Riley was about ready to blow up in her face, Rockell took over. "Okay, here's the deal Janice. Either you let us go up there right now, or we bring this information to the local media and specifically tell them that Agent Jason Gideon and his team couldn't be bothered to see us, knowing we had vital information, according to Janice." Janice's face lost all color and she wrote out Visitor passes for floor six. "Thanks, you're a doll." Rockell mocked and they shakily walked away as Janice informed Gideon of his impending visitors.

In the elevator each girl stood awkwardly as calming music played. "Shouldn't that lard have recognized us? I mean, we are all over the news as it is, but she works in the FBI headquarters for god's sake." Riley complained, trying to lighten the dreary mood. She succeeded mildly, Rockell grinned halfheartedly at what she had said.

As the elevator opened it revealed a chaotic floor of people rushing about. They walked through the glass doors into the bullpen of desks but saw no one in the main offices, the leaders, they guessed. Riley turned in circles until finding a person to question, "Excuse me, Agent Anderson? Where is Agent Gideon?" Rockell wanted to gag with the amount of flirtation Riley was using on the unsuspecting junior agent.

"In the conference room, miss. Right over there, just up the stairs and right." Rockell started towards the room filled with seven people, letting Riley know she was going to take the lead on this one. Rockell knew it was more than likely that the agents had each photo of every girl posted in that room, only problem was, unless they told the agents their names, they looked nothing like those girls in the photos anymore.

"Riley, let me do it, okay?" Riley agreed as Rockell knocked on the door.

A man in a black suit, white shirt, and blue tie answered the door. He seemed to have a serious/angry look frozen on his face, and had dark brown, if not black, tidy hair. "Ladies, I'm sorry, but we are excessively busy and those visitor passes are not valid in here unless you have been invited by another agent. Excuse me."

"Wait! Agent Anderson let us in." Riley protest right before the door shut for good. Rockell turned around to give her a pointed look, "What? He did."

"I am sorry that we are interrupting, but we are here to see Agent Jason Gideon." The man was about to shut the door again, but this time Rockell spoke up this time. "It's about the serial killer!" Rockell shouted so loud that everything seemed to pause for a moment. She was not about to let this stick-up-the-ass man prevent her from telling their story, from doing what Remy wanted. The man seemed reluctant to open the door any further, but now that everyone knew the two girls had information, he couldn't afford to send them away.

"Supervisory Special Agent Aaron Hotchner, come on in." He held the door open for the two young ladies and shut it. "These are Special Agents Elle Greenaway, Derek Morgan, Jennifer Jearau, Dr. Spencer Reid, Technical Analyst Penelope Garcia, and Special Agent Jason Gideon." Agent Hotchner introduced his team and waited for the girls to say something.

Riley took to looking at the photos and Rockell worked up the nerve to say something to all the agents….with guns… Riley only recognized a few girls, but she needed to see… "Oh my god! What did he do to her? What….o-oh m-my g-g-od…."

With Riley's outburst, Rockell turned around to look at the photo she was looking at. "Is that who I think it is?" Riley stood frozen looking at their sister. "What did he do to Raven?!" Rockell yelled at the agents as she thought about what was happening to Remy right then. Focus Rockell, for Remy.

"Did you know her?" The brunette female asked, but Rockell ignored her.

"Agent Gideon?" She asked as Riley stared at the details of the photo of her sisters, especially Raven.

"That would be me." The older agent said.

"You're Agent Gideon, my sister does so admire you." She said, forcing herself to use present tense.

"Miss, did you know Miss. Bedden?" Agent Gideon asked.

"Yes, we knew her, quite well actually…" Riley answered, tearing herself away from the photos to stand besides Rockell for support, like she had for Remy.

"We were sent here, specifically for you Agent Gideon. We have a message to deliver." Rockell started as the team became cautious of the two strange girls.

"How did you two know Raven?" Agent Gideon asked, but Rockell answered quickly.

"We are her sisters." The two girls watched as every team member turned to look at the skinny kid.

"Raven Bedden did not have any biological or step siblings." He spouted off like a textbook.

"We ARE her SISTERS!" Riley yelled, letting the stress of everything crash her hard.

"Riley, calm down, do it for Remy." Rockell whispered quietly but forcefully. Riley obeyed. "We were sent by one of your victims." Rockell admitted.

"How? They are all dead." Agent Hotchner said, becoming more skeptical by the minute.

"Not all of them." Riley scoffed, shocked that the best team of profilers in the world didn't recognize them.

"Oh my god…" The tech girl gasped. Finally someone had made the connection.

"Babygirl, what is it?" Agent Morgan asked, looking from her to them and back again.

"They are not all dead, because we are two of them." Rockell admitted. The entire team seemed to buy it, but Hotchner seemed unsure.

"My name is Riley Terrie Inkren, I was born September 14. I graduated 341st of my senior class. My little brother died from pancreatic cancer when he was eight. My parents are both oddly allergic to most laundry detergents and oranges. I was abducted nine months ago, around the time another girl was found."

"My name is Rockell Quinn Acred. I was born March 13. I got accepted to all the colleges I've applied to. My father married his second cousin when I was fifteen. I have this tattoo," she showed the team her hip, "And I have mentally challenged brother, because of my father's mistakes, in a mental institution."

Once again the entire team looked at the skinny guy for confirmation. He coughed a nervous cough, "Uhm, yes, guys, look at the photos, those are two victims." Before everyone entered chaos mode after their moment of shock, Rockell took charge.

"Before we do what you ask, we need to tell you something…." Riley started the entire truth from the beginning, with added details by Rockell. Every victim had their names engraved on a memorial for all 28 of them.

[[Fun fun fun, well, not for them. Yay for the arrival of the B.A.U.! There will be more in depth parts for them, this is groundwork! NCIS might be next, or at least Tony. Gotta love the DiNozzo charm, right?]]

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