A/N: Sorry about that last glitch for Chapter three! I don't know what happened. Let's hope this is better. If not, let me know!

Haley had been introduced to everyone on the team, her mother, Rita, was frantically cleaning the house, even though Hotch had promised her that it was fine. Haley hadn't said much since the interview. She got weird looks on her way out of the school because of her mother checking her out. Her father, Robert, was waiting at home.

"I'm so sorry I couldn't have a home cooked meal, but groceries are so expensive because gas prices are so high… what are you guys planning on doing about that?" Rita rambled on at Hotch while they had waited outside while the SWAT team checked for bugs. "Bob? You need to go pick up some pizza," she said to her husband. Meanwhile, she didn't take an arm off of Haley.

Her adopted daughter had shrugged it off, "I'm fine mom," was the last thing she said for four hours.

Robert came back with ten boxes of pizza, setting them down on the bar in the kitchen. "Thank you again for your hospitality," Rossi let her know.

"You're keeping my daughter safe from a psycho. Pizza is the very least I could do," she gushed. Haley rolled her eyes, not taking a slice.

Morgan had set a laptop up on the table along with a phone set in case Edgar Cross would call. Suddenly, Penelope Garcia popped up on the screen. "Bad news, crime fighters," she said. She brought up another window next to her that was scanning the FBI databases. "Nothing for Edgar Cross comes up on any police or FBI files. He's practically invisible aside from the typical sources of debt. There's no recorded evidence that he's even picked up a lost five dollar bill."

"That's not what we wanted to hear, baby cakes," Morgan sighed.

"But to make up for lack of crime, I did get his address and phone number," she said hopefully.

"Good girl, send that right over," Morgan smiled.

"I know and I will. Garcia out."

As the address and number were printed, Prentiss looked at Rossi. "We need to get into that man's house."

"We only have circumstantial evidence, what Haley's told us; we can't search his house without a court issued warrant," Hotch sighed.

"We don't have time for a warrant. All of these girls were killed within a week of each other, this guy's fast," Rossi interjected.



Reid hung back, listening to the conversation passively, putting a profile of Edgar Cross together in his mind when he caught a look of Haley's face.

She looked frantic and scared, she motioned toward the steps and began to go up. "JJ, Reid, follow her," Morgan nodded as Reid was already halfway toward the steps.

Without looking behind him, he continued up the steps behind Haley, listening to the soft footfall of JJ's boots on the thick carpeted floor. Haley stood at the top of the stairs and looked at JJ suspiciously. "Did she really have to come?" she asked.

JJ smiled. "There has to be at least two agents with you on a floor alone, according to regulations," she said. "You can trust me, right?"

"This was kind of for Dr. Reid," she said skeptically. "Can you keep it a secret?"

"What is it?" Reid asked, his interest peaked.

"Doctor, I'm sorry if I seem rude or intrusive, but I was watching you when I was talking about my biological parents. You seemed… apprehensive. I wanted to know why."

"No, no, it's fine," he murmured. "Can we go somewhere other than this hallway?"

"Yeah, my room, come on," she nodded to JJ as they followed her into the burnt-sienna room. The bedding was cream colored with accent pillows strewn onto it. There were two walls covered with bookshelves filled with books that were carefully arranged. Haley noticed JJ looking. "Alphabetically arranged by author, chronologically arranged by original publishing date, and set by subject."

"Obsessive compulsive?" she joked.

"This is the only organized thing in here," Haley laughed. "It would drive me nuts if they were shifted around. I like to find them quickly in case I need one."

"You were talking about my reaction to your mother?" Reid brought the conversation back.

Haley nodded. "Why?"

"I had the same deal, but I wasn't put in the foster care system," he said slowly, as though reluctant to tell his story to a victim.

"What do you mean?"

"My mother was a schizophrenic. My father called me a weirdo kid; he walked out when I was ten. Why did that concern you?"

"Doctor, do you mind me asking you something?" Haley said a little, perusing his face, his eyes, his hair, his facial gait.

"Sure," he almost whispered.



"My name, before it was Griffin, what it is now, was Reid. My mother's name was Diana Reid. What was yours?"

"How do you know that?" he asked.

"I do some digging myself, Doctor. I get curious. I want to know anything, everything! The best way to do that is to know exactly where I came from."

"My mother's name was Diana Reid," he said quietly. JJ put a hand to her mouth. "How'd you know to ask me?"

"Look on the third shelf from the right under psychology. There's a body language book tucked in there somewhere."

Reid turned around and looked, picking it out almost immediately and recognized it as one of the many he'd read at her age. He was flabbergasted. "Haley… I… I didn't know! I'm so… I would have…"

"You were what, seven? Eight? You couldn't have done anything. I just needed to know," she sat down on her bed and sighed, flopping against the duvet.

"What should I do?"

"You don't have to do anything you don't want to," she said. "I'm not expecting anything from you, Doctor."

"Please don't keep calling me that, it's weird."

"Reid," JJ breathed.

He turned to her along with Haley, almost simultaneously. Reid turned back to Haley. "Your eyes are blue," he noted.

"Yeah, they're Diana's shade."

He nodded. "I still see her. But Dad's were brown, I thought that was an aggressive gene."

"You know just as well as I do that he probably had one brown eye color recessive gene in the gene pool. Combining with Diana's two brown eye color recessive genes, there was a fifty/fifty chance of blue or brown eyes," she said.

Reid nodded. "Biology wasn't really my thing."

"But you should know enough about it; it's pretty useful when you need to know something about someone."

"Yeah," he said weakly. "Yeah."

"Don't you remember your mother's pregnancy?" JJ asked.



"JJ, I was a seven-year-old boy. Genius or no, I thought she was getting fat."

Haley giggled. "I guess I would've too, if the scenario was flipped."

"Haley, I'm so sorry," he said.

"Don't be," Haley said again. She paused, looking uneasily around the room, unsure of what to do next. "What should I call you, if not Doctor Reid?"

"Spencer," Reid said quietly, sitting down next to his newly found sister. "Haley, this doesn't change anything about the case, but after this is all over, I'll see what I can do for you."

"How many times do I have to say that you don't have to give me anything but an e-mail address?" Haley demanded.

"I want to give you more!" Spencer protested. "I don't have anyone else."

JJ sat on Haley's other side and patted her knee. "I think it's about time we went back downstairs. We don't have to tell everyone this, but maybe Rita and Robert would like to know, and we don't have to tell them just yet."

"If at all," Haley said.

"They need to know," JJ said with a slightly admonishing tone.

A second later there was a knock on the door. "Come in," Haley called, rapidly rubbing tears from her eyes.

"Haley?" Hotch called cracking the door and then coming in once he saw the coast was clear. "We need you downstairs. One for safety and two to go over protocol with a situation like this."