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-WW908.

"Sometimes you put walls up not to keep people out, but to see who cares enough to break them down."

B.A.U

Tuesday, 8:00 A.M.

"It's almost scary," Penelope Garcia whispered to her 'boyfriend' Derek Morgan, as they entered the building. "How Hotch is just…keeping this a secret."

"It's not for long, Pen. He's telling us this morning. C'mon, baby girl." They walked into their office space, and saw that Emily Prentiss and David Rossi were already there.

"Prentiss, Rossi." Morgan said, greeting his fellow agents.

"Hey guys." Garcia said, her mind obviously still off somewhere else. Prentiss smiled and proceeded to drink her coffee in silence.

"Does anyone know what's going on today?" Doctor Spencer Reid asked from behind them. He came up to them, and set down his own coffee on a table.

"No idea." Rossi said first, followed by a chorus of 'same' from the remaining teammates. Reid shrugged, and then went over to his maps, one of his most favorite things in the world. He was excellent at mapping, very skilled at it. He smiled to himself, as his eyes glazed over the map of the country. It always seems like it's his own domain, nothing anyone can take away from him. Especially not the people he worked with, he thought sarcastically.

"Everyone here?" Agent Aaron Hotchner said, as he hurriedly walked into the office space, and set down his own coffee as well. His team lined up in front of him, which made him smile. He really had no idea what their director was talking about. His team was perfect.

"Well, as you all know, our very…special…director had JJ leave the team." Hotch gazed down at his feet for a few moments, waiting for that line to sink in. Spencer Reid shifted uncomfortably. JJ was his best friend, and he missed her. He absolutely hates that. Reid bit his lip, and waited for Hotch to continue.

"Anyway, it's was terrible having her leave, but we have a new face to look at." Hotch grinned, trying to lift the spirits of his team. "This, everyone, is Miss Paige Singer."

The girl who was apparently standing in the corner, unnoticed, came over to stand by Hotch. She had long curly brown hair, and stunning green eyes. Her features were soft, and she was small. Very, very, small.

Spencer Reid snorted, then looked down. Hotch glared at him, but understood his behavior. That was his job, anyway. "Well, Miss Singer, is there anything you'd like to say?"

"Yes, Hotch, thank you. Well, I'm very pleased to meet all of you. I'm really interested in the works of law enforcement, and criminal behavioral patterns. Even if I'm only an assistant, and intern, I'm very dedicated to this job." She smiled, and looked down, shying away from the stares.

"Oh, honey, come here!" Garcia yelled, throwing her arms around Paige Singer. "I'm Penelope Garcia, tech analysis persona!" She giggled, and backed away.

"I'm Derek Morgan, what would you prefer to be called?" Morgan shook hands with Paige Singer, and smiled.

"I'd appreciate being called Singer, if you don't mind, everyone." Everyone nodded, and giggled, besides the obvious 'tough' males.

"I'm David Rossi, nice to meet you, Singer." They shook hands.

"Emily Prentiss, you, me, Garcia, we must go out sometime. Agreed?" Emily said, giving Singer a friendly look.

"Most definitely, Emily." Singer replied.

"I'm Dr. Spencer Reid. Nice to meet you." Reid said dryly. Prentiss and Rossi shot evil glares at him, and he shot them back. So what, he didn't want her here? Goddamn, he thought.

After everyone was back to what they would normally do, Singer was walking around with Hotch, getting used to this place.

"Follow me, Singer, we need to go back to my office to see if we have any cases." They went back to his office, and sifted through loads of case files. Singer found one, and decided to show it to Hotch.

"Perfect, Singer. Let's go inform the others on it." They walked to the office space together, Singer holding the case files. Once they were there, Singer noticed all of them were huddled, looking like a bunch of middle schoolers gossiping on the latest trends.

"Okay everyone, gather 'round." Hotch yelled, and the team assembled around him. "Okay, we got a case in…" He pauses, thinking for a moment. "Where was that again, Singer?"

She laughed, and opened the file folder. "The place is…Addison, Maine. Several woman have been kidnapped, the sum of them being…four. Three of the four died, only one was found, and is still being treated for trauma. The names are Helen Thatcher, Harriet Trout, Haley Thomas, and the one who survived, Harper Tanner. All of them have the initials of H.T., and blonde hair. This is our main lead." She turned to Hotch, and he smiled and looked proud of her.

"Jet will be here in ten. Get ready." With this, he left, calling up Garcia.

Everyone flooded into the jet, and they took off to Maine. Reid and Singer sat across from each other, while the rest of them went to get some sleep. Singer leaned her head against the windows of the jet, and watched the clouds roll by. She sighed, and pulled out her wallet.

Reid eyed her suspiciously. He peered at what she was taking out of her wallet, which was a small picture. She had a small smile, and stared at the picture. Spencer cleared his throat.

"What is it?" He asked, sounding as bored as possible.

"The picture?" He nodded.

"It's a picture of my little brother. His name is Jonas." She handed Spencer the picture, and he took it. He glanced over it and tried to hide his smile. He always wanted a sibling, and at other times, he was grateful for just him and his Mom. Paige watched him curiously, wondering what he was thinking.

"How old is he?" Spencer asks, handing back the picture. She glanced back down on it for a moment before answering.

"He's ten now. He was eight in that. I miss him." She sighed and put the picture back. Spencer ignored her again, looking down at his hands. She clenched her jaw, and breathed heavily for a moment.

"What did I do to you exactly?" She said harshly. Spencer's face changed suddenly. He understood. He looked away sadly, and sighed.

"I'm sorry. I'm just mad that you replaced JJ. She was my best friend." He said, small voice, ashamed that he even treated her like he did.

"I'm sorry. I don't mean to replace anyone. But, we can be friends, right?" Singer asked, hopeful he'd say yes. She bit her lip, and smiled. He smiled back.

"Most definitely. I'm so sorry. I should have given you a fair chance. You seem so nice, too."

"Oh, thanks." Her face flushed. "So, tell me about yourself?" She asked, her curiosity beating her miserably. She remembered Morgan saying something about Reid being a genius.

"Let me guess, Morgan, right?" He smiled, and laughed. "Well. I guess I'm what normal people call a 'genius'. I beg to differ, really. My IQ is 187."

"Higher than Albert Einstein's. Incredible." She said, amazed.

"Yeah. I'm surprised you'd even know that."

"I'm pretty smart, myself. Not 187 smart, but…fairly smart." She smirked, and let him continue.

"Well, it was just my Mom and I. She was a professor, very smart lady." He smiled at the memories of his Mother, and then brought his attention back to Singer.

"Was? Did she…pass away?" A look of worry crossed Singer's face.

"No, she just…retired." Reid lied. He shrugged, as if to say no big deal.

The jet landed soon after that. The team went to the local police station, and began their case as soon as they got there. Reid and Singer stayed and worked on mapping out places where this person could be hanging out. Morgan, Rossi, and Prentiss went to the hospital to speak with Harper Tanner. Hotch talked with the Police Chief.

"So, what are you thinking, Singer?" Reid asked her, because he was coming up short of ideas.

"I'm thinking that this has to be a guy. Harper's medical complaints were of brutal abuse. And, according to records on all the other ladies, they were all in their mid twenties, and had blonde hair. They all had scratched up arms and legs, slashes on their backs, etcetera. I'm thinking there has to be an abandoned warehouse, garage, or den, cave, something like that." She shrugged, and smiled. "Just some ideas."

"Maybe this guy could have a problem with one woman, and make it into all these woman. Like, a cheating scandal, or his wife, or girlfriend wanted to leave. He maybe killed her, and killed all of these woman because he thought they were his girl?" Spencer suggested.

"That could be, but we need evidence." She looked through some papers, and finally found something. "Apparently Helen Thatcher had a prescription with her. The Doctor was Doctor Griffith Redknot. Ask Garcia to look up his practice. We can question him, maybe. It's a lead." She shrugged, and Spencer radioed Hotch to come in and here what they had to say.

Hotch agreed it was an interesting finding, and told Morgan, Prentiss, and Rossi. Apparently Harper wasn't allowed visitors yet, so they came back to the station. Hotch had Garcia on speakerphone, and she was talking about Doctor Redknot's practice.

"Morgan, Rossi, go find the practice with the address Garcia gives you, and question him about Helen Thatcher. Anything useful. Prentiss take Singer with you to the hospital and demand to see Harper. Reid, you and me are going to take a look around this town, and the neighboring towns for any places that are suspicious." Hotch explained the game plan to everyone, and everyone left with only the case pulsing through their minds.

Prentiss and Singer finally got a chance to talk to Harper Tanner.

"You must be here about him."

"What he'd do to you, sweetie? We want to make sure it doesn't happen again." Prentiss said, smoothing Harper's hair. Harper looked scared, but she also looked determined to help.

"His name…he said his name was…Tom Heights. He had…blonde hair…one green eye…one…blue?" She sighed. "I'm trying. So hard. Please…know that?" Harper said sadly.

"We know, Harper. We know, honey." Prentiss said, sitting down in a chair. Singer did the same, sitting next to Prentiss.

"He kept me in a warehouse…I think it was outside of this town, though. I'm not sure. I don't know. He kept calling me…Karen…Katie…something." She sighed again, and brushed her hair away.

"Harper, did he have a car?"

"Black pick up. 1500 Dodge Ram." Harper said, as if she had been practicing say it for a long time. "My dad had the same truck."

"Harper, this helps us so, so much." Singer said, congratulating her. Harper smiled, and it actually reached her eyes.

Prentiss and Singer stood up, and promised to keep Harper posted. They left soon after, and drove back to the station. Singer was excited to tell Hotch everything they collected. Prentiss actually told Singer she had to tell Hotch, because she wanted to make sure she could. Singer smiled when Emily told her this.

When they got back, Hotch and Reid were mapping out the distance factor from a warehouse they found on the outskirts of the city.

"That good, Hotch. Harper said she was kept in a warehouse, but he had a black pick up, 1500 Dodge Ram. She said…ah…he said his name was Tom Heights, blonde hair. Kept calling her Karen or Katie."

"Perfect. There was a black truck outside of the warehouse." Reid said, smiling at Singer. He was proud of her, helping out so much on their investigation.

"Rossi, Morgan, anything?"

"Nothing, Doc seemed unrelated to the case." Hotch nodded, thinking about what they should do next.

"Rossi, Prentiss, Morgan, you're with me, we're going to the warehouse."

They soon left, and came back just as quickly. They found the alleged Ton Heights, who was actually identified as Robert Fred. He was married to Karen Fred, who cheated on him, because he was never around, he was always working. His job was a secretary at Doctor Griffith Redknot's practice, and one day, his wife was gone after he came home.

He thought poor Helen Thatcher, a patient, was his wife. That must of started his rampage.

As soon as it came, the case ended, and everyone was piling back into the jet, all tired. Rossi, Prentiss, Morgan, and Hotch went to sleep, and Reid and Singer were left again.

Reid smiled when he saw Singer slowly dozing off as he sat by her. She finally fell asleep, and by some point, her head landed on his shoulder. He smiled, thinking how it seemed so infinitely perfect right there.

He could most definitely get used to this.