Del's POV
"Come here, b****!" My father calls for me from my bedroom. I know what's coming next. I go to the living room, and he starts to hit me; but it's different. He murmurs things into my ear; things that no girl should ever hear from their father.
"Stop it, daddy, stop! Please stop!" He growls, and slaps me. I struggle, but he carries me to the couch.
He undresses himself and-
That's when I wake up, screaming. Tears are streaming down my face.
Someone swings open the door, and I turn the light on. I am even more ashamed when I see that it's Spencer; I must've woken him up.
"What happened? Are you okay?" I shake my head, trembling like a lost lap dog. Spencer walks slowly up to the bed, and carefully sits down on the edge. My crying subsides, but I know I must've visibly flinched, showing my discomfort.
"What was the dream about?" I meet his gaze, now fully seeing his chestnut eyes, and scraggly hair.
"My father." My voices cracks.
"Do you want to talk about it?" I shake my head.
I have always bottled up my emotions, keeping my walls up at all times, but I know it'll be hard with a criminal profiler for a brother.
"Come on, I'll make you some hot chocolate." I nod, and stand up.
I am wearing the same clothes I wore when I met him. I grab my gray jacket and slip it on.
I follow him to the kitchen, and stay at the other side of the kitchen. Spencer glances at me, questionably.
"Do you want to help me make it?" I nod.
"Could I please only have water?" Spencer nods carefully, eyeing me, as if he is expecting me to give in to chocolate, like every teenager.
He makes the hot substance, and sits down with me, at the table.
I drink some of the water, and set it down carefully on a place mat, being careful not to spill it. I spark a little conversation.
"What kind of cases do you work on?" Spencer looks up, and says, "My team and I work on cases that involve the knowledge of what an unsub's personality is."
Maybe I could help him? That was in the same field as Forensic Anthropology. Spencer stares at me.
"What would you like to do when you become and adult?" I do not hesitate.
"Forensic Anthropology and Pathologist." Spencer nods, and eyes his warm mug.
When we both finish our drinks, Spencer suggests that I try to get more sleep, since it's only 4:00am. He said he wakes up around 6am each morning.
I slip into bed, with my stomach hollow.
I haven't eaten in over a week and a half. The only thing that I have given myself is water. I am punishing myself for a reason, I don't know. Maybe because I had to the chance to leave but I never could? Because I consider myself a coward? Or maybe because I have thought of committing suicide?
I fall asleep, and start to dream of what my life would be like if I had a different family.
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Spencer's POV
I walk back to my room, but decide to get ready anyway.
I take a show, and get ready, and then go back to the kitchen to make some coffee.
I get some instant pancakes ready, and set them in the middle of the table, and then grab two glasses on the two place mats.
I hear some rustling sounds coming from Del's bathroom. I bought a toothbrush, toothpaste, and a hair brush.
In about 10 minutes, she enters the living room. She has damp hair made up into a messy bun. She has the same jeans on, and a different t-shirt with 'Star Wars the Clone Wars: The Republic Strikes Back,' with the same jacket on.
I motion her to sit down at the dining room table. I fill my plate with pancakes, but she makes no move to have anything to eat.
"Today, I was planning on taking you to work, and then going to the store, and then Penelope said she would take you shopping. We are going out to eat with the team tonight, is that okay?" Del seems distracted, but she nods.
"Aren't you hungry?" She shakes her head, and keeps her eyes locked onto her lap.
"Since you aren't hungry, I am going to get my things ready, and then we can go." I excuse myself, and get my things.
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No one's POV
While Spencer gathered his things for work, Del packed everything she brought neatly into her messenger bag, and went to sit in the living room.
She looked at the bookshelves, reading every name, but then choosing a book roughly around eight hundred pages.
She opened the book, and started to read it, waiting for Spencer.
Spencer entered the living room to see Del on the fifty seventh page, reading every word carefully, but very fast, about the same pace as him, maybe even a little faster.
"I'm ready. Morgan is going to be driving us. You can bring that book if you want."
Del brought the book with her, and followed Spencer.
They made their way over to a black SUV. Spencer got into the passenger seat, and Del sat in the back, eyes glued to the book.
"Good morning, Del. What are you reading?" Morgan's voice interrupted her reading, but she looked up.
"Silhouette by C.J. Miller." Morgan had never heard of that book, but Spencer's head whipped around to face a startled Del.
"I didn't know- Oh God- That book?" Del started to close the book, and set it down. She moved her hand to the door handle.
"No- I'm not angry. It's just, that book isn't really appropriate for your age range. It's too gruesome." Del became somewhat frightened. Wasn't she allowed to read? It wouldn't surprise her.
"Does that mean can't read this book?" Spencer weighed out the options, but Morgan elbowed his arm, signaling for him to say that she can.
"You can." The rest of the ride was silent.
When they arrived at the Bureau, Everyone was in the conference room, looking over some crime scene photos.
Spencer pulled Del to the side and said,
"I don't want you in there. My team and I are looking over some pretty gruesome crime scene photos." Del merely nodded, but when Spencer entered the conference room, she followed, and glanced at the photos; no one noticed her.
A girl about sixteen, with brown hair, with grey eyes, was on there unclothed, with a religion symbol on her chest, made with a sword. She was tied against a wall with medieval chains around her neck, with her head decapitated.
Spencer noticed Del first, grabbed her shoulders, and turned her so she couldn't see the pictures.
"What are you doing, Del? I told you to wait for me outside." Del didn't answer, and was shaking more than yesterday, if that was possible.
Spencer noticed he still had a firm hold on her shoulder, and he unclasped his hands from her shoulders, and backed away one step.
"I wanted to see what you were doing. I thought I could help." She said quietly. Spencer looked at her sympathetically.
"If you want to help, you could wait out here for me." Del refused to take that as an answer.
"No, I can. You are obviously dealing with a psychological impaired history buff. The girl is made to look like Anne Boleyn who died on May 19, 1536. She was beheaded on the Tower of London. People believe her sister was the cause of this, but there was no proof. The unsub is most likely her priest from church, or her history teacher. The unsub was trying to re-create what happened to Anne. The girl is almost the exact replica of Anne Boleyn, no wonder why he chose her."
Spencer had almost the exact same theory.
"How can you justify the solution?" Spencer decided to see if Del would respond to a little arithmetic.
"3/4 of my solution is correct, and the 1/4 of the solution that is incorrect is my synopsis of the girl's living situation. We have no physical explanation as to why or how the girl was abducted. Correct, we do know that the girl looks a lot like Anne Boleyn, but we do not-incorrect- know that she was in fact dying willingly for her religion- fore go, the priest. In fact, if she did die willingly, it would explain the symbol on her chest. In the medieval times, they executed all witches, or people who they believed practiced dark magic. This could be sacrificial as well." Spencer nodded, believing every word she said.
His team, on the other hand, was completely amazed by the thirteen year old's knowledge.
"Thank you, Del." Spencer turned to his team. "What was her religion?"
Hotch answered, "Catholic." Del widened her eyes.
"It's a woman. Yes, your unsub will be a woman, roughly around thirty five years old, and she will most likely be protestant. She is acting as Anne Boleyn's sister, Elizabeth. No one knows for sure, but Elizabeth was protestant, and murdered people who weren't. She had always disagreed with her sister, Anne. The unsub was carrying out her beliefs, not re-creating the scene, but she committed the murder for her religion."
Everyone, aside from Spencer, was very surprised.
"Thank you, Del." Spencer turned to Hotch, "I am going to read more about Anne Boleyn legacies. Since we know that the unsub is committing these crimes for her religion, there has to be another target."
Hotch dismissed the team. Penelope, Emily, and JJ walked up to Del.
"Hi, Del! Reid told us that he needed to take you school supplies shopping. Since he's tied up here, we figured we could take you. We were thinking we could go get your school stuff, get some food, and then go shopping!" Garcia exclaimed.
Never in her life, had Del gone shopping. Her parents gave her some of their old things, most them ragged, and unwearable.
Del looked at the floor, and answered with a small nod.
Garcia broadened her smile, "I need to get my purse. You can tell Reid we're going to leave."
Having to talk to Spencer overcame Del's body with fear. Del glanced over at Spencer's office, to see him reading an old, ragged book that looked ancient.
Del gripped her messenger bag tightly, and made her way over to Spencer's desk. All of the BAU team watched carefully.
Spencer noticed Del walking up to him, and smiled. He put down the book, and turned his attention to his sister.
Del shifted uncomfortably under his gaze. She mustered up the courage to speak.
"P-Penelope, Emily, and JJ w-wanted to um- to- uh take m-me shopping. I-Is that okay?" Del let her eyes wander to Spencer's face to look for any kind of emotion as to what he was feeling.
Spencer nodded, "Of course. Here," He reached into his wallet, and took out a credit card, "take this with you."
He extended his arm towards her, and she eyes his extended arm, wearily.
"I don't want to-." Spencer cuts her sentence off, short. "No, take it. I insist."
Del learned to never disobey. She takes the card, and puts it into her pocket.
Garcia comes back, and pipes in, "Come on, Del! We'll be going in my car."
Del nodded, and followed Garcia, Prentiss, and JJ to Garcia's car. They piled into the car; Garcia, the driver, Prentiss in the passenger seat, and JJ and Del in the back.
"So, Del, are any color preferences when we go shopping?" Garcia keeps her eyes locked on the road.
Del has her eyes locked on her lap but answers, "No, not really." Garcia nods, and still tries to spark a conversation.
"When we go shopping for your school items, we will be getting you some books that you like; not Reid's book choices." Del looks up.
"I don't mind Spencer's choices. They're actually really alike to mine." Garcia looks up for a moment, and smiles. Of course Del would be like Spencer. Like brother like sister.
"Oh, really? I'm into Twilight, The Hunger Games, and Science Fiction." Del nods at Garcia.
When they arrive at the mall, they make their way to an office supplies store.
Del looks around, eyeing everyone in the store very carefully. She gets some college ruled paper, grid paper, a pack of pencils, and a plain white binder. She looks over to see Garcia, Prentiss, and JJ looking in the electronic section.
Del goes up to the counter, avoiding making eye contact with the cashier.
Not wanting to bother the three agents awing over a Vera Bradley computer case, she leaves the store, and goes to the bookstore.
She looks around, uncomfortable with everyone around her. She had barely had any contact with anyone other than her parents, and their drinking buddies.
Del makes her way over to the Forensic Science sections, and picks up a book, prepping someone for Forensic Sciences exams. There are medium length passages, with a question section after it.
She starts flipping through it, skimming over the lines, unaware of a person calling her name.
"Del!?" She snaps out of her world of reading, and looks over to see a concerned Garcia, with Prentiss, and JJ close behind.
Del closed the book, and put it back. She made her way over to Garcia, and starts to say, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have wandered off."
Del, by this point is shaking, and anticipating a couple of punches, at the least.
"It's fine, it's just, you didn't tell us where you were. Reid would have probably killed us if we lost you." Del's eyes visibly widens, and JJ interjects, "No, Reid would probably just be really upset. Don't worry; he's harmless." Del nods hesitantly.
"Okay, so where do you girls want to eat?" Del shrugs, but Prentiss says, "Why don't we go to that sushi place we saw when we saw near the front?" All nod, and make their way over to the restaurant.
They all sit down, with JJ sitting with Del, and Garcia and Prentiss sitting next to each other.
Del eyes the menu, and one thing catches her attention; Prices.
"I'm not really hungry." JJ looks up. "Come on, you have to be a little hungry." Del shakes her head.
"The prices are too high." Garcia frowns. "Don't worry about the prices."
Del wasn't used to this luxury- to get things without even working for them. She would normally be treated like a slave; one meal consisting of burnt bread, and expired, chunky milk. A lot of the time, she would go days without eating.
The waiter came to take their order, and Del settled for the cheapest thing on the menu-a small side of rice.
"So, do you have any idea of your school schedule?" Garcia asked. Del shook her head.
"Not at all. I assume I'll get it tomorrow." Garcia smiled. "You have to tell me about the people in your classes; jocks, nerds, geeks, emo, cheerleaders- that sort of thing. Oh! You have to tell me about the seniors! Maybe one will catch your eye!" Garcia cooed over the possibilities.
Prentiss interrupted, "Oh, no. Stay clear from seniors! They probably make all freshmen do their homework. Especially popular senior girls. They're always looking for trouble." Del sighed.
"Don't stress about it. Just stick to your school work, and everything will turn out fine. Don't get caught up in the High School drama." Del took note of JJ's advice.
The food soon comes. Del eyes her food carefully, and swallows it fast, careful not to let it's taste make contact with her tongue. When she finishes, she excuses herself, and goes to the bathroom.
She entered a stall, and puts a finger in the back of her throat, coaxing the eaten rice out of her mouth. Once she wipes her mouth, careful not to leave any evidence of her throwing up, she flushes, and washes her hands, cleaning her mouth by swishing some water in her mouth, and then swallows.
She sits back down at the table, and gets her brother's card out.
"No, it's on me." Del stares at Garcia, surprised at her request. Del puts the card back in her pocket.
Once they finish paying, everyone gives their thanks to Garcia. They leave the restaurant, and make their way to the clothes store.
Del had never seen so many fabrics in her life.
Del makes her way to the 'men' section, and goes through various t-shirts with 'Star Wars,' 'Batman,' 'Iron Man,' and 'The Hulk' on them.
She picks out a few of the t-shirts, making sure to get bigger sizes than she needs.
Garcia sees Del, and walks over to her, "What are you doing in this section, sugarplum? And why did you pick out the large shirts?" Del ponders for a moment.
"These shirts have durable fabric, unlike the clothes in the 'women' section. They have to be durable, if you don't want them to rip. As for the sizes; I need to get larger sizes, so when I grow more, I can still keep the shirts, keeping myself from buying more shirts in the future." Garcia pouts.
"Okay, you can keep the shirts, but you are buying jeans your size." Del nods reluctantly.
Del makes her way to the size 'one' section, and rifles through the jeans. She pouts, unable to find the same fabric quality like the t-shirts.
Finally finding a pair of jeans that half way met her expectations, she went up to the cash register, and paid for her items.
Del went to find Garcia, and saw her with a book in her hands.
Garcia smiled, and handed over the exact same book Del had been looking at in the book store.
"Garcia, you didn't have to get me this!" Garcia smiled wider, enjoying Del's reaction. JJ and Prentiss came up, with bags of their own clothes.
"Where to next?" Garcia answered, "Shoes!"
The four girls made their way over to the shoe store.
When they entered, Prentiss and JJ went to get some more work shoes, Garcia went to get some high heels, and Del made her way to the combat boots section.
Del looked at a pair of khaki colored combat boots, searching for her size. When she finds the right size, she goes up to the cash register, and pays for it.
Del meets Garcia, Prentiss, and JJ at the front of the store.
"So, what'd you get?" Garcia asks, interested into what Del likes, fashion-wise. When she pulls out the combat boots, everyone quickly knows that she's a 'tomboy.'
"So, it's," Garcia looks down at her watch, "4:30pm right now. I think we should head back to the Bureau. Reid should be done already, so he can take you back to his place, so you guys can get ready for dinner with the team. We made reservations at some fancy Italian restaurant." They all nod, and go back to the car, but a group of obvious 'wannabe thugs' block their path.
"Hey, girls. Such a fine day to come across some fine looking ladies." The apparent 'ring-leader' says, winking at Del.
"Look, just get out of our way." Del orders, mustering the small amount of courage that couldn't even intimidate. The stranger throws on a cocky grin, and puts his arm around Del, says,"Ooh. A woman with an attitude. Papa likes," he looks over to his 'crew' and gestures over to Prentiss, Garcia, and JJ.
Del froze, but soon came out of her trance, when the man that could easily pass as a twenty five year old put his hand on Del's waist, but a little lower, causing Del to jump away.
"Don't touch me." Before he can react, she throws a punch across his face, making him to groan out in pain. He starts to get up, "Oh, you're going to pay for that, b****." He makes a fist, and throws a punch, only to be kicked where the sun doesn't shine. He yelps out, and staggers onto the ground.
"Come on, boys. These b****are crazy." He gets up, and runs away, with his 'crew' following behind him.
"Wow, Del, are you okay?" JJ asked, concerned laced in her voice. "Yes, just a little surprised."
They wordlessly pile into the car, and make their way to the Bureau. When they all arrive, it's 5:15.
They walk in, and make their way to the conference room. Reid was presenting some new details about the case at hand.
"...the symbols was made with a knife, manufactured by a company, famous for their medieval props." When Reid finished his presentation, Hotch dismissed the team.
"gar bralir mayen?" Hotch asked, receiving confused glances. "mar'eyce kute." Del answered.
Garcia smiled, and said, "Our boy genius' sister doesn't only have an IQ that could compete with her brother's, but also an awesome, and an effective I might add, punch and kick!" Prentiss, JJ, Garcia, and even Del, laughed.
Morgan knitted his eyes together, and asked, "What happened?" Garcia told the entire team about the thugs, Del knocking him senseless, and them running away like lost puppies.
"I'm glad you defended yourself. And if that happens again, with some senior, you don't hesitate from calling me. Reid, Hotch, Rossi, and I will make sure that guy can't use his arms for at least... a year." Del smiles.
"Thanks." Spencer looks over at Del, "We better head back to the apartment. You can put away everything, and get ready for dinner." Del nods, and grabbed her bags, said bye to the team, and followed Spencer to Garcia's car.
Garcia came behind them, and started the car, with Spencer in the front, and Del in the back. Once Garcia dropped them off, they both went up to his apartment.
"You can put your stuff away, and get ready for dinner," Spencer looks at his watch,"It's 6:00 right now. JJ is supposed to pick us up in about an hour." Del nods.
Spencer grabs some of her bags, and brings it to her room. "Thank you, Spencer, and- oh, wait!" Del digs her hand into her pocket, and holds his credit card, "Here," Del said, handing him the card, "Thank you for letting me use it." Spencer smiles, and take it.
"Don't worry. I'm glad you had a fun time today." With that, he walks away.
Del smiles, and empties all of her bags on her bed, folds everything, and sorts through everything. She gets her old clothes out of her messenger bag, and folds them with her new ones. She put them away in the dresser, and puts the boots next to it. She then gets her school supplies out, and puts all of the paper in the binder. She puts the pack of pencils along with the binder on the side table.
Then, she goes to take a shower, and put on her new jeans, with a black and gold, layered tank top-looking shirt. She put on her combat boots, and made her way to the bathroom to dry, and brush her hair, and brush her teeth.
She gathered her savings, composition book, binder and pencils, Forensic book, Silhouette (the Book from Spencer's collection), and her jacket. She checks the clock. 6:50.
She makes her way to the living room, and gets the forensic book out. She opens it, and starts to read it, until Spencer comes out.
"JJ's here." They both leave, and go into JJ's black SUV.
The drive to the restaurant is silent. When they arrive, the team is already there. When they all get seated, the waiter comes and takes the orders for drinks.
"All waters, except three Chianti red wines." Hotch orders. While Del studies the menu, to find that this place is even more expensive than the sushi place, she looks at the side menu.
"Del, when you were out shopping, I stopped by your school, and got your class schedule, locker combination, and locker number." Spencer fishes for the piece of paper in his pocket. He pulls it out, and hands it to Del.
Here is what it said:
Delaney Alexanderia Reid-
Freshmen- thirteen years old (13)
AP HISTORY- 8:10-9:30
AP ENGLISH- 9:40-11:00
AP CALCULUS- 11:10-12:30
LUNCH- 12:30-1:20
SCIENCE- 1:30-2:50
AP LATIN- 3:00-4:20
Locker Number- 211
Locker Combo.- 14-54-13
Spencer said, "You have someone by the name of senior buddy show you and help you around this year. The office said you'll meet him or her tomorrow, when you go to the office. School starts at 8:10, but you can be there as early as 7:00." Del nods. "You'll also be taking two college courses at our community college, so when you go to whatever college you want to go to, you can take whatever you like, and not have to deal with the mandatory classes, since you would have already taken them at your time in High School."
Del nods, and let's Garcia look at her schedule.
"Wow! You have all AP classes and two college courses! Looks like you'll be growing up just like Reid! What do you want to major in college?" Garcia asked.
"I will major in Forensic Sciences, and hopefully become a Forensic Anthropologist and Pathologist." Everyone at the table nodded.
Everyone ordered Chicken Parmesan, and Del ordered a side salad.
"Del, are you on some sort of diet? You've eaten a small portion of rice, and you only ordered a small salad." Del licked her lips, unsure of what to say.
"No, not at all. I, um- I haven't been hungry. I think I just need to adjust to every one's eating time." Everyone nodded, not wanting to pry.
When dinner came, Del ate half of it, before excusing herself. She does the same thing at lunch; throws up her dinner.
When everyone finishes, JJ takes the Reids back to Spencer's apartment.
They both thank JJ, and make their way up to the apartment.
"Um, well, goodnight, Del." Del nods.
"Goodnight, Spencer."
A/N: Thank you to the people that reviewed, and did all of that good stuff. Imagine that Del looks like Abigail Breslin. The shirt that Del wore to dinner, along with her combat boots are on my profile, with a link. Here is what Hotch and Del said in this chapter, and the past.
Chapter 1:
Hotch: Hello, Del. I notice you like Star Wars. My name is Hotch.
Del: My name is Del. I didn't know you knew Mando'a.
Chapter 2:
Hotch: You find anything?
Del: Some clothes.