The two stare at her sleeping body. "Is she listening to screamo?" Elle asks, confused.

"No, because the lack of the screaming voices-that music is classified as heavy metal, not screamo." Elle looks at the sleeping girl, bewildered.

"How is she sleeping?" She asks.

"I have no clue."

"Who wants to wake the new girl?" Morgan asks, walking up to the two. After her revelation about the case, Audrey had curled up in a corner seat and started to read, where she would soon fall asleep. Now her co-workers sit around her, unsure what to do, other than to wake her.

"Why do we have to wake her?" Spencer asks. "The plane wouldn't land for another half hour." Morgan shoves Reid forward.

"Thank you for volunteering, Reid."

Spencer groans and takes the seat next to Audrey. He sets his hand on her shoulder, gently. She shoots up, no longer sleeping and has a knife to Spencer's throat before he could move, her earbuds ripping out of her ears in the process.

"Audrey," Spencer whispers, trying to calm her down. He gingerly takes her hand and starts to move the knife away from his throat. She drops it and the two watch it clatter to the floor without making a sound.

She clasps her hands over her mouth and starts to apologize. With tears in her eyes, reaches down to pick up the knife and then slides it in her hand. She blinks her eyes several times, trying to keep herself from crying. She holds her head in her hands.

"I am failing today. In so many ways." She says. She squeezes the knife, her knuckles turning white. Audrey curses, throwing the knife on the table. Blood bubbles up from a gash in her palm.

"Wrong side of the knife." Gideon hands her a handkerchief that she takes greatfuly. She dabs at the gash, dreading what's coming next.

"Are you mentally stable?" Morgan asks her. She holds her head in her healthy hand.

"Yes. No. I don't know." She groans. "I passed the Academy mental exam, which has to mean something. But I have a few-" She pauses. "-problems." They stare at her confused. She looks relieved, as if she was coming clean. "Anxiety and PTSD. Nothing out of the ordinary." She says simply before she wraps the handkerchief around her palm. "I'm joking." She says after a few minutes with no response. "I'm just a little...jumpy."

"Jumpy is an understatement." Gideon says as he folds the knife back up and pushes it across the table, towards Audrey. She takes it and slides it in the waistband of her skirt. JJ walks back into the room with a first aid kit and hands it to Audrey, who opens it and pulls out gauze. She takes off the handkerchief and squirts some yellow disinfectant on the gash, before wrapping it in a few layers of gauze.

"I've never been one who had the ability to trust." She says as she snaps the lid back on to the first aid kit.

"Even if you have trust issues, you held a knife to my neck becau-"

"Can we drop it?" Audrey snaps. She puts her earbuds back in and leans back into the chair.

"DON'T FALL ASLEEP AGAIN!" Morgan yells.

"I WON'T!" She yells back, obviously annoyed.

"She's...odd." Morgan tells the group. They all nod.

"She'll have to surprise us." Hotchner says in return. The following silence shows the agreement between the team.

. . .

"WAKE UP AUDREY!" Morgan screams at the seemingly asleep girl, right in her ear. She shoots up and socks him in the face.

"I WAS ALREADY AWAKE, YOU DAMN BASTARD!" Audrey screams in response. She shakes out her hand and rubs her ear. On the other side of the room JJ lets out a little chuckle before Elle mutters

"I think I like her." Hotchner clears his throat in an effort to ignore the situation at hand.

"We're here." He informs the group. "Welcome to Rochester." The group grabs their bags and shuffle out of the plane. Audrey's shoes hit the pavement with a short and suttle clack, as she walks towards the black SUVs, waiting a few yards away from the plane.

"So, what do we do-where do we go?" Audrey asks, feeling out of place.

"Police station-we can go over the things and double check the Cali Valley Killer idea." Hotchner answers. "After we look at it, we'll either give a preliminary or look into other options."Audrey nods.

"Okay, but I can assure you. I know what I'm talking about. It is the Cali Valley Killer." She says the words with such passion that it empressed them all. Conflicted views on the girl go through all their heads. The SUVs pull to a stop in front of a tall building with a marble exterior. Audrey scales the stairs with a childish giggle. She opens the door and the others have to run to catch up to her. She stops in her tracks when she sees the boards in the center of the station.

Pictures of corpses-75 of them-are spread across multiple boards with the person's name and basic information directly underneath. Her eyes get glossy, but she blinks a few times before anyone could see the tears.

"It's him." She says, walking up to the board and pointing out certain marks on the bodies. "None of this was posted on any media. No books hold it. The only place it is, is in the police and federal files." She says brushing her fingertips over the little knot of twine on the victim's pinky finger.

She pauses and the rest of the team look at the boards. Audrey pauses, waiting for some sort of cue from Hotchner. The two lock eyes for a minute before he speaks up.

"All your's."

"I need at least five more boards, a huge box of push pins, a picture of every victim from the Cali Valley Killer, and the entire Cali Valley Killer case file." Audrey instructs with authority. "Get every survivor from each case, in here and in here yesterday. We have mere hours before this man strikes again."No one moves.

"FBI." She says showing them her badge. "Get off your asses and MOVE!" She shouts. Audrey grabs her notebook and sifts through the pages.

"You think it's the Cali Valley Killer?" A cop asks.

"No" Audrey says sarcastically. "I just find that case more interesting." She tears a page from the notebook and snaps "Where are my damn push pins?"

A scared looking, scrawny cop runs up to her with a box of pushpins, which she opens almost viciously. She pins a few pages-including the drawing-on the board.

"California PD just faxed us these." Another cop says as he hands Audrey a box of freshly printed papers. "They say there's a lot more on the way."Audrey tears apart the documents, Spencer sifting through the remains.

"SOMEONE GET ME A PAIR OF SCISSORS!" She shouts. The scared officer from before scatters around trying to find a pair of scissors for the girl. Soon the documents are a pile of paper clippings. "Tell Cali PDs that we're gonna need another set of copies." She instructs the room of cops as she pins one of the clippings on the Sheriff walks up to Hotchner.

"Agent Hotchner?" He asks. "Who is that girl?" Hotchner stares at Audrey, whirling around the boards like a tornado.

"I have no clue."

Wheels turn in Audrey's head at the speed of light. She mutters incoherent words under her breath. Everything around her blurs. The documents, the pictures, the flying push pins. The only reason she stopped was when Spencer grabbed her arms and shakes her body.

"Audrey!" He shouts. He takes the scrap of the document out of her grasp and takes one of her hands in both of his. Tha'ts when she noticed the pushpin jutting out of the back of her hand.

"That's what hurt." She says, simply. She pulls it out before starting to go back to the documents. He grabs her wrists and pulls her over to a first aid kit in the corner of the room. "It's nothing, just let me go back to work." She begs him. He says nothing. He opens the first aid kit and squeezes yellow goop out of a tube before wrapping her hand in gauze. "C'mon, Spencer! I only need a band-aid!" She complains. He lets go of her hands and she scampers back to the boards.

"Seriously," Morgan mutters, after he makes his way over to Spencer. "What the hell is wrong with that girl?" Spencer chuckles.

"So many things." He tells him, examining the bloody tip of the push pin. Hotchner walks up to the men.

"There's something she's not telling us." He observes. The men continue to watch her. Audrey pauses.

The police radio chatters, telling the men at the station about an active shooting. Audrey claws at her wrist and pulls at her socks. She takes down her hair and runs her hands though it. She grabs her bag and starts to run out of the building and down the stairs. Everyone runs after her. She looks around the parking lot, trying to find something.

"Who's is this?" She asks, pointing to a motorcycle. A scrawny cop-the same one who handed her the documents earlier-raises his hand. "It's mine now." She says, grabbing the helmet off the seat and turning the keys that were already in the ignition. "Bye!" She says before speeding off.

Audrey feels something harden in her chest. Knowledge of what's to come, seems to set it. She knew that when she got there he would be gone. She knew that there would be 25 bodies-no more, no less-but there would be survivors. Maybe a screaming baby or a young child weeping over the body of his mother. Maybe a pregnant woman or an old man. It never mattered who he left behind, only that he took 25 lives.

It was sad to say, but when she got to the address she wasn't surprised to see the message spread across the front of the store's front window in crimson blood.

My "Miracle Victim":

I know you're there.

I know everything about you.

I know you've tried to change.

I know how you changed your name and changed you hair and changed where you lived.

But you always were changing.

But I always knew it was you.

But my darling, I never changed.

I still love you.

And I will never stop loving you.

My darling Audrey.

Audrey's knees collapse out from under her. She falls to the pavement. She doesn't hear the cars pull up or the ambulances or the screaming child-the only survivor. But when someone lays his hand on her shoulder, she snaps. Shooting up, taking him by the wrist, and judo flipping him. Spencer groans as his back hits the pavement. She covers her mouth and a sob catches in her throat. She falls back down on her knees. Spencer gets up off his back and leans towards Audrey. He places his hand on her shoulder and she flinches.

"Is your name Audrey Keiles?" He asks her.

"It's pronounced key-less." She corrects in a wavering voice.