[Ok, this was longer than the last two, but I wasn't sure if there was a place where I could half this, so I decided not to, so, here it is! I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING IN CRIMINAL MINDS OTHER THAN MY CHARACTERS! Please enjoy and review^^]

That was the first memory in my dream, but then it traveled to another.

I was sitting on my porch, thinking about if I should sneak a drink or a pack of smokes again, since I was out, when I heard guys laughing. I looked up to see some guys in a car, following that Reid dude and yelling stuff at him and throwing stuff. He just kept his head down, walking fast and telling them to stop.

I stood, but then stopped, not knowing what I was doing. I barely knew the guy, why should i-

"How'd you're psycho mom take it when she found out what happened up at the school, freak?!" the guy driving asked, a big smile on his face.

I looked at the Reid dude and saw his face was really red now and…there was something shining on his cheek. "Leave me alone…" he said.

"Aw, did your mommy laugh when you told her you were naked? Or did she just not care?"

"Hey!"

The boys stopped their car and looked at me as I walked up beside the Reid boy and the car. "What you want, chicky?"

"My names not chicky, dufus, and I want to know what's your deal?" I told him, annoyed. God, I hate guys like this.

"What do mean?" he said with a smile that made me want to smack him.

"Why are you messing with this guy?" I waved to the Reid boy.

They all laughed. " Just 'cause."

"What, you guys can't put your heads together and come up with a good enough reason other then 'Just 'cause'?"

"What's that supposed to mean?" one of them asked.

"If you don't even realize what it means, I'm not telling you." I laughed.

"Well, go mind your own business, missy. This is between us and the freak."

"Don't worry, just go….I'll be fine." The Reid boy told me with a weak, forced smile.

"See?" the guy driving say with that annoying smile. "He's fine…we just need to show him a lil lesson."

"For what? Did he do anything to you?"

"The guys a freak!" he exclaimed with a laugh. "No one knows as much as him at his age!"

"Oh, so, just because you guys wouldn't have nowhere near the same brains as him even if you put your heads together, you think he's a freak?" I said in a rushed, amused voice. Then I changed my voice to sound like I was talking to a child, pronouncing everything slowly. "No, guys, you see; that doesn't make him a freak, that just makes you unbelievably retarded."

That made the driver stop his car and jump out, the others doing the same, but not moving. They just stayed on the other side of the car.

"You better take that back, little missy. You give us attitude and you WILL regret it."

"What you gonna do?" I said.

"Trust me, sweety." He said, now stepping closer to me. Close enough that I could feel his breath and he got in my face. "I can dig up so much dirt on you, you'd be using the whole as a grave to escape to." Just then, he put his hand on the back of my neck. "Or…I could do other things…"

"Leave her alone." The Reid boy said. He seemed scared for me, but he couldn't do anything. I could tell he knew that, he was to skinny and frail looking to be able to really fight unless he needed to.

"Don't worry, they're all talk." I told him, staring at this guy, annoyed.

"Oh, ya think so?" he asked, tightening his grip on my neck.

"Yeah, I think so!" I said, right as I raised my leg fast.

Well, as you can imagine, macho man fell like a rock, clutching himself. I laugh for a moment, until I saw the other boys coming toward me. "You really want to do this, guys? Really?"

This guy swung at me, but I roundhouse kicked him in the stomach and he doubled over to the ground.

I looked to the other guys and they watch me, before they got in the car and waited for their friends to recover their selves.

"Come on, Spock. Lets go." I said to the Reid guy and pushed him lightly forward, toward his house as the guys got in their car. I got a dirty look from macho man before he drove off. We sat down on his porch and he was quiet for a little bit, until he said, "Um, thanks…for that."

"No problem." I smiled at him. he smiled back, but then looked down and then away, towards the houses farther off. "What did they do to you? And why? What, did you beat their wimpy ass brains stupid in a quiz?"

"…I don't know, maybe…" he told me, still not looking at me.

"Are you ok?"

He was quiet and still for a moment, but then he shook his head. But he didn't say anything.

"Look, don't let anything they say get to you, it's nothing. And whatever they did was nothing, you just gotta ignore it, ok?"

"I can't." he said, shaking his head and I thought I saw another tear, though he kept his head facing the other way.

"Why? Dude, I'm sure it's nothing, don't worry about-"

" They tricked me into going to a wide and open space up at the school, stripped me of my clothes and tied me to the goal post on the football field. So, I'm sorry, but I don't think it's really your place to tell me if I should worry about it or not." He said quickly and his face was now very red.

I looked away, feeling sick. "They…they did that to you?" I looked back and he nodded once. I shook my head, sick as sick could be. I mean…what the hell makes people want to do this? "I'm…I….I'm sorry…that that happened to you."

"Yeah, well, my mother having an episode didn't help…."

I just kept quiet because I didn't really know what to say. All I knew was that I wanted to kick those guys asses.

I cleared my throat then, wanting to change the subject. "So, um…what's your name, Spock?"

"…Why do you call me Spock?" he asked and I was happy to see he was slowly retreating from that place.

"Well, he's, like, the smartest guy on Star Trek, isn't he?" I asked, knowing that the bit of knowledge I had on that show had to be mostly right.

"Well, yeah, him and Data. But they're from two different versions of the show. Spock's an alien and Data's a robot and-"

"Does it really matter which smarty pants I refer to you as from Star Trek?" I asked.

"…No."

"Ok. Well, what's your name? Mines Alice."

"I'm…Spencer." He said.

I held out my hand and, after a pause of looking at my hand, he shook it with a small smile.

"Well, you don't mind if I call you Spock sometimes, do ya?"

He smiled. "No, it's fine."

"And, if you want, you can refer to me as crack-head." I laughed. He shook his head. "What? Come on, you know you found that funny."

He shrugged, but smiled. And I couldn't help but smile back…this guy was ok.

And that was the end of that memory.

"Alice, it's here! I found it!" Spencer squealed with happiness as he came running to my porch. I hurriedly put out a cigarette I was smoking as he came up to me. He caught sight of it, but tried not to take notice. He was so excited about whatever he had found.

I cleared my throat and asked, "Uh, w-what?"

"Remember when you were talking about wanting to see Star Trek: the Wrath of Khan?!" he said fast.

"Uh…" I was trying to think, and then remember a few days ago. It was the day after I'd helped him with those guys and we, once again, started a conversation on why I call him Spock. We ended up talking about how cool he is. I've only see a few episodes, but I think he rocks. And he was telling me I should see the wrath of Khan episode/movie, so I said ok. "Oh, yeah."

"Well, I found it." He said, smiling. "It was in an old box of movies we had in the closet. Man, I haven't seen in this in a while…I almost forgot about it…" he was looking at the cassette in a dreamy way.

"Wait…wasn't that made when we were, like, two? What, did you start watching it when you were four or five?"

He looked up to the sky, thinking for a moment, then looked back at me and nodded. "Yeah, around that time. Why?"

I stared at him for a moment and he got that uncomfortable look. "Nothing." I laughed. "Let's just go watch it."

And, well, I don't know about Spencer, but by the time it got to Spock talking to Kerk in that chamber, I was tearing up like crazy. I kept having to turn my head away to wipe tears away. I half looked at Spencer to see if he was either laughing at me or crying a bit to. He was doing both. He looked at me as he rubbed his eye inside his glasses and then fixed them. I wiped my eye and laughed and so did he. And we just kept laughing.

"Alice?" I heard and my laughing stopped short, like my breath.

My mom and dad had just got home from another date out. She seemed annoyed, like always. "I thought you were staying out tonight with friends…" she said as she put her purse down and dad walked in and went upstairs.

"Well, my imaginary friends y'all showed me to when I was young didn't want to stay out all night in the cold, so they went home. And I wanted to spend time with my real friend" I nodded to Spencer, who waved feebly, feeling the tension. "…I thought you guys were renting a room in a motel…" I looked away, annoyed, watching the end credits.

My mom was quiet and I knew how she was standing and what her face looked like, without even looking at her. Her arms were crossed, her foot was itching to tap with annoyance, and her face was screwed up in anger at my attitude and the interuptance of yet another perfect night for them.

"You know, I'm really getting rather tired of this routine." She said, probably thinking of my attitude.

"Well, by all means, change it." I told her simply. "Take a night off and spend a normal day together and, HEY! I got it! Add me in!" I said, turning to her and looking like I was really happy with the idea I came up with (I can be dangerously sarcastic).

"You are such a selfish little brat sometimes, Alice." She said, shaking her head with annoyance and (like always) disgust.

"Really?" I asked flatly. "Wonder where I get it from…"

"Why are you doing this? Huh?" she seemed really annoyed and almost sounding disappointed. "All me and your father want is to have some time together! We've spent most of our time over the years raising you and your brother! Now he has his own life, he's making his own way! And what are you doing? Your sitting around on your ass!"

I just kept waving toward myself, pretty much saying keep it coming.

"All you do is smoke and drink and who knows what else, never doing anything around the house!"

That made me jump out. "And what do you do?! Do you seriously go out and drink normal drinks all night?! And don't tell me you guys don't smoke, you do it every day!! Where do you think I get everything from!?! And if you are actually going to sit there and say I do nothing but sit on my butt and smoke and drink, then you don't know a thing about me!!! You don't how I'm doing at school! You don't even know that I have my own job!"

She just stood there, acting like this was normal and looking like I had just broken a family heirloom.

"God, I wonder sometimes if I'm even your daughter!"

"I wonder the same too…"

I laughed as tears trailed down my cheeks freely. "Your right. I guess I'm just adopted and you're just a bitch!" I said as I grabbed Spencer's arm and pulled him out of there.

We were beside his house when I stopped, wiping my eyes and looking away.

"I'm…sorry you had to see that." I told him, still not looking at him. "I'll get your movie back to you as soon as they let me back in…" I said with a forced laugh that let loose another pool of tears. God, I couldn't believe I was doing this in front of him.

Just then, he put a hand on my shoulder.

I looked up at him and smiled. "I'm sorry you have to see me like this. I'm not really like this most of the time…"

"Alice, there's no reason to be ashamed of…of feeling this way. It's perfectly normal, ok? And don't say sorry. You have nothing to be sorry about."

"Yes…i…I do. God, I'm such a sorry piece of trash and I just keep making myself worse!" I moved out of his reach and walked over to the side walk, leaving him by his house. I sat down and hugged my legs to my chest. God, I was so stupid and weak! Why was I doing this?! "Stupid, stupid, stupid……I hate…I hate myself…"

"Don't say that, Alice." Spencer sat down beside me just then. "Please, don't."

I couldn't look at him. I just turned my head the other way and watched the rode….my eyes trailed, for only a moment, to my house and I saw a few lights on, but my parents light was off. I laughed roughly. God, of course, I barely dented their mood…

"Alice, don't treat yourself like this, ok?" he said and his hand was on my shoulder again. "Because you're worth more than this…."

And that did it. I broke out in tears, covering my face. I couldn't take it anymore, I just couldn't! Eventually, I ended up leaning on him for comfort, which he gave. My head was on his shoulder as his arm was around my back. As ashamed as I was, usually, at crying in front of people, I let it all out then and he didn't seem to mind. He just kept rubbing my side.

I don't know how and when it actually happened, but I knew me and Spencer had become friends. My only friend, of course, but I wasn't really sure I needed anyone other than this guy.

And, that was the end of that memory. And it just randomly jumped back and forth between many memories. Me and him at some store looking for Star Trek stuff and squealing excitedly like little kids when we found something and throwing our hands up happily. I don't know how I made him feel, but he made me feel…feel like I was…worth something.

I was now helping him, again, with some stupid boys and even some hoochy, flaunty girls who walked by, talking about what those football guys had done to him. Well, let's just say squealing, wimpy girls are so much more fun to mess with then the guys. And faster. All I had to do was say, "Oh my gosh, a rat!" to one to get her to run.

Even some of the memories of the times when he come out while I was smoking (I'd hurriedly put it out) and just sit as his porch until I came over to just sit with him…each time that happened, I knew that his mother had just had an episode, but I never said anything to him about it and he never talked about it. We just found something else to talk about while she rested.

And I even relived the moments when I had had a bad week with my parents and decided (stupidly) to spend my day alone. And, of course, I came back home drunk of my ass. He would always be there with some food and would sit out with me until I started to get tired, then he'd help me inside to the couch in the living-room, which had become my bed for these occasions.

We were always there for each other and, even though we'd also go through bad times, it always seemed to be enjoyable.

BEEYEEP, BEEYEEP, BEEYEEP!!!

I sat up fast, my alarm clock…well, alarming me (see what I mean about sarcastic?). god, it was so annoying, it was giving me a headache. I hit it hard and lay back down. It didn't stop. I hit it again. It didn't stop. "Damn it…" I groaned and rolled over and looked at the time. It was 2:00 a.m. It wasn't supposed to wake me up until nine o'clock…

Just then, as I realized why the beeping kept going, I heard something that sounded like something between and roar and a grunt of anger and then crashing around the house.

He followed me home.

I jumped out of bed, fully awake now, though I stumbled. I stood and looked around my room… Why? Why had I wanted the room with no window?! I looked at my bathroom door when, all of a sudden, my phone rang.

Shit! His going to hear it! I grabbed it off the charger and opened it, not even thinking of putting it to my ear, just thinking of shutting it up.

But then I faintly heard who was talking on the other end and put it to my ear, heart races for two reasons now.

"Ms. Helms? Hi, are you there?" …it was him. God, why couldn't I talk!?! Why was I so frozen and still?! "Um, I'm sorry for calling so late, but I have just gotten your message describing a man who you thought may be the killer we're looking for and I needed to talk to you to be sure. Are…are you there?"

I thought of one day, back then, when I had went to had in my back yard, in an old tree house and he had said that same thing, the same exact way, when he was looking for me. "Spock."

"What?"

"Spence…Spencer…" I couldn't say anything else. I didn't know why, but I couldn't. It's like everything had gone quiet….until the room by mine sounded as if it had just been broken into.

"Miss, is something wrong?" he asked all business-like. "What was that noise?"

"He's here, Spock, he's here." I said hurriedly in a shamefully frightened voice. I cleared my throat just as the killer banged on my door. I let out a yelp and jumped into my bathroom, opening the closet door in front of it to stop it from being able to open all the way, if the guy could get through it being locked.

Then I started to hear the crashing of my door and my room being torn apart.

"Miss, what's happening?" I heard from my phone and put it to my ear.

"Spencer, the killer's here!" I said. "He's in my room, I'm hiding in my bathroom!" I was trying to stay quiet. Who knows how angry the killer would get if he heard me on the phone with the FBI.

"Ok, Ms., can you tell me where you live? We'll try and get there as fast as we." He said hurriedly and I was just about to tell him when a hard hit on the bathroom door broke the lock and the door opened halfway. Enough for this guy to move his hand in and punch me in the back.

"AH! Damn it, that hurt!" I said. "Spencer, he's at the door, he'll hear me and try harder to break in!" I was talking in the tiniest whisper I could manage, which wasn't much. But at least the guy was making grunting noises that covered up my failed whispers.

"O-ok. I think I know what to do, just stay on the phone miss!" he said, a bit out of breath and I guess he must have just gotten up and was hurrying to do something.

"And stop calling me miss, Spencer, its Alice!"

Dr. Spencer Reid was hurrying off to the computer tech's (Garcia's) 'lair' when he heard this. He stopped only for a moment, and then started running.

"Garcia!" he hollered a few seconds before he came into her room as she was photo-shopping a picture of some handsome guy.

"Yes, what?!" she said in a surprised hurry, minimizing what she was doing. She fixed her glasses and watched red, her cheeks a bit red. "What, what is it?"

"I need you to track a phone number!" he said as he sat down my her. He put the receiver part of his cell to his mouth as he said, "Alice, are you still there?! Alice!"

"Yes, I'm here!" she said and yelped then cursed loudly as there was another bang in the background. "Spencer, he's gonna break in any minute! There's no freaking windows in here and I'm sitting in a tub, what do I do?!"

"You just wait there, ok?! And keep him from coming in at all cost!" he said as he read the number on his cell and wrote down. Then he put it in front of Garcia and said, "Can you track this?!"

"Yeah! As long as whoever has this phone keeps it on, I can give Captain Kerk the coordinates to beam in!" she hurriedly began to type, many thins popping up and beginning to change as they searched for what she out in.

"Alice!" Reid called into the phone.

"Spencer!" Alice called back. "What's going on?!"

"We're tracking your phone so we can get there, ok?! Just keep your phone on! Just keep talking to me!"

"Oh…ok! Damn it!" she said after she yelped from another bang on the door.

"Stop screaming, little missy!" Reid heard a rough voice say and his stomach sank. "I haven't even done anything yet! Open the door!!"

"No, you son of a bitch! And you ain't gonna lay a hand on me!"

"Alice, don't, please!" Reid begged, hearing that. "That'll just provoke or excite him! Garcia?!"

"Reid, baby, it'll take a minute or two for it to find out where she is! I'm trying!"

"Just hurry! Alice, whatever you do, just stay away from him!"

"What do you think I'm doing, playing tag?!" Alice said.

"Just listen to me, ok?!"

"Ok!"

"Garcia!"

"It's still searching Reid!"

Reid was sweating now, worried and impatient. It was bad enough that the killer they were searching for was on the other line and about to kidnap another victim. But the fact that he was about to kidnap one of his best friends from his past (one he now felt guilty for not ever trying to find her and call her) and all he could do was sit in a chair and wait, hoping the killer would take a while to get to her.

There was another loud bang and Reid worried he was about to get to her. "Alice, can you get out of there?! Is there a window or anything? Another door?!"

He heard nothing but Alice's fast breath and the loud pounding in the background, but then she said, "Yes, there's a window! I think I can get through it!"

"Ok!" he said, feeling only inches better. "Just don't hang up, ok?!"

"I won't!" she said and he heard the sound of something sliding open, creaking. And then the pounding faded farther into background as the killer yelled, "Don't even think about it!"

"Alice!"

"I'm fine!" she told him quickly back. He heard soft footsteps and some creaking. "I'm climbing to the other side of the house, I'm on the roof right now!" she was breathing heavily.

"Can you see or hear the killer?"

"I…I don't see him outside yet! Ooof!"

"What was that?!"

"Don't worry, I just jumped down. Damn it, that hurt my foot!"

"Did you jump from the roof?! Are you crazy?!"

"What else was I supposed to do?"

"Just get out of there before he comes outside! Can you hear him inside?!"

"Uh…" she was quiet, listening. "No, I don't hear anything…"

"Run."

"What?"

"Alice, run, now!"

He heard her feet hitting the ground hard for a few minutes, her breath much more deep and fast. And then he heard her fall.

"Alice!"

"Spencer!" her voice broke and he knew she hadn't fallen…she had been tackled. There was the sound of what sounded like rolling on the ground and grunting. "Get off me!" Alice screamed then.

"Alice, Alice what going on?!"

"You ain't getting away from me, you bitch!" the killer said, angry. "You're coming with me and you're going to pay."

"Leave her alone!" Reid screamed, but he knew he couldn't be heard. Who knew how far they were now from the phone.

"Stop kicking, you little bitch!" the killer yelled angrily again.

"Ah, no! Get off me!! Get off, leave me alone!!"

"Alice!" Reid heart was racing now. He could hear his friend being possibly hurt, beaten on the other end and he couldn't do anything.

And then almost all noise was gone, other the deep breaths of a woman and a big man and loud footfalls of the man, until he picked up the phone. "Who's this?"

"Leave her alone." Reid said rather forcefully.

"Oh, I can't do that." Reid could hear the smile in this man's voice. "I haven't even had any fun yet…" and he laughed.

"You don't know who you're messing with." Reid had never heard himself sound like that, but the thought of this man hurting Alice angered him so much.

"Oh, really? Well, why don't you come and show me?"

"I will and you will go down."

The man laughed and then the sound of Alice's rough breathing was closer. "Say good-bye to you girlfriend…" he said into the phone and now Reid could tell he had put the phone to Alice's ear.

"…Alice?"

"Spencer…uuuugh…" she groaned.

"Alice, don't worry…" he said, trying to make his voice sound convincing and reassuring. "I'm coming to get you. Everything's going to be ok, I promise. I'm coming, no matter what."

"N…n….no….d-don't….Spencer." Reid was getting mad, thinking the man was hurting her again.

"I'm coming, don't worry."

Her "No"'s trailed away and then the killer was back. "By the time you find me, she'll be long gone, son…"

And then there was a click and a long, droning, unending beep.

Reid was quiet, frozen, unable to move, talk or even breath. But then he choked out, "G-Garcia!"

She was now getting up as something was printing. She grabbed keys off her table and said, "Ok, boy-wonder. You call the team, I'll drive!" and with that, she took the papers that had been printed and hurried after Reid, who had ran off ahead of her.

He wasn't wasting anytime, he was already calling everyone.

When I woke up, I immediately felt pain. I felt like I'd be kicked in the sides and gripped on the arms. My hands and feet were bound in duct tape and I had something in my mouth. I could feel dirt and grass on my face and arms. I could feel wet spots on my face where I had cried from hurting to bad.

I would have struggled, but I tried that earlier, when he tried to put me in the back seat, and he knocked me out hard. I just laid there in the back seat, hurting every time this guy went over a bump. I felt stupid…I should have went to a police station or something, not straight home. I should have climbed out of the window sooner, but I was in too much freaking shock! God, I'm so stupid!

Now, I was in the back of a truck, on my way to god knows where for god knows what!

I just hope I hadn't left that paper somewhere where it couldn't be found…it had at least one clue…

I had written down that I thought he had a truck and I was right. And thankfully I had written down it was red….i just hope the people Reid worked with would find that…