A/N: Yet again guys... Don't own, don't sue. Hope everyone enjoys! Review and favorite please.
Chapter 4
The entire team was quiet, their sole focus on the unusually calm girl laying on the couch. She was almost errationally collected and cool, staring back at them with a blank expression.
"I am talking out loud, right?" she asked. "Anyone have a comment?"
Morgan was the first to break the silence. "This doesn't freak you out at all, does it?"
Raine shook her head. "Not the first time I had some freak out to get me," she commented off-handedly. "Besides, everything in the box symbolizes a death omen. It's just a play on my name to get me to freak out. Since I already exprected something like this after the doll, there is no longer a reason to fear it."
"Good point," Rossi agreed, still looking at her curiously. "Still, are you sure your alright?"
"Quite," she agreed. "Now, I'm going to assume at least one of you is going to pull the over-protectiive parent role, I'm stuck here in the BAu, right? So...what's the next move?"
Hotch crossed his arms. "You would be correct. We," he said, motioning the the team, "are going to go out and canvas the area. See if we can track down who sent the package. Garcia is going to go back and do what she does best. You are going to lay here and try to rest. If you end up hurting yourself by doing anything that you shouldn't be...Let's just say the parent figure will be me."
Raine tried, and failed to stop the bemused snort that escapped her. "Okay DAD. Anything else?"
"Yeah," Hotch moentioned, a small smirk quirking his lips. "Pick someone to stay here with you."
"Hotch, I don't need a babysit-"
"Don't argue with me," he interrupted, cutting off any argument she was going to have. "Your going to be even more stiff later and your gunna need help moving around. Pick someone, or I'll call the hospital and have someone come out."
"That won't be nessisary," Raine bit out. "Fine, can't Garcia stay with me. Just give me a phone and I'll call her if I need anything."
"I doubt she would mind," Hotch agreed, seeming to relax from the parenting role and falling right back into his FBI persona. "I'll have someone bring you in a phone in a moment. Try to get some sleep."
Raine nodded her agreement, a bit ticked off at having to conceed to someone else. She also missed the slight look of hurt a certain haazel-eyed guy gave her. She just assumed everyone would want to be out and about, doing what they were good at. Garci was already in the building, so it only made sense in her mind to pick her.
Ignoring everyone leaving the room, Raine finally let her muscles rest, laying back against the couch and closing her eyes.
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"Omen. Omen, wake up!"
Raine jolted awake, a gasp escaping her partched throat as waves of pain crashed through her body. She completely forgot for those few seconds that she shoudn't move normally.
"What? What's wrong?"
Garcia was standing over her, worry etching her features. "You were screaming. Nightmare?"
She thought it over quickly, shaking her head. "Garcia, I think... Bring your computer in here. Quickly."
Thankfully, Penelope didn't ask any questions. She hurried out of the room and came back inside within the minute carrying her laptop. "Tell me what you need," she said simply.
Raine struggled to get into an comfortable position. "First, I need you to call Hotch or Rossi. Tell them to bring the team back in." She waited for Garcia to call them before she continued. "I need you to look up Amelia Rose. Find out where she is."
"Okay. Okay let's see. It looks like... there are 187 people with that name. Narrow it down."
Raine swung her feet to the floor, wanting to lean forward to look at the screen. "Birthday would be October 31st, 1986."
"Gotcha. Okay, it looks lik- oh dear," Garcia suddenly looked like she was about to cry. "How did you know?"
Raine frowned, then realized what Garcia meant. Her eyes closed in sorrow. "When did she die?"
Garcia opened her mouth to answer, but the door swinging opened interrupted the conversation. The team came storming inside, most of them taking their seats around the table while JJ and Reid actually hopped up on the table to sit.
"What's the deal, Garcia?" Rossi questioned. "Where we at?"
Garcia looked at him before looking back at Raine. "What are we doing."
Raine shook her head, mostly to herself. Her voice cracked as she spoke. "Penelope, when and how did she die?"
"How did wh-" Morgan started. He let the sentence trail off as Reid reached over, touching his arm to get his attention and motioning to Raine. A single lone tear trailed down a pale cheek as she looked up.
Garcia began talking. "LEO's found the body in her bedroom. Her throat was slit wide opened and..oh dear. Her heart was missing. How did you know something happened to her? Who is she?"
Raine let out a sob, closing her eyes once again. Her entire body seemed to fold into itself as her shoulder shook with grief.
Without a word, Reid lept off the table where he was perched and ran over to the couch, pulling Raine slowly into his arms so he wouldn't hurt her. He made small circles along her back with his palms, trying to soothe her crying. "Raine, tell us what's wrong. How do you know this girl?" He whispered.
They all sat in silence for a few minutes until she could catch her breath. Once she seemed to gain her composure, she began to speak, still nestled in Reid's embrace.
"Her Real name is Cecilia. Cecilia Raine. She's-" her voice broke off as another soft sob escaped. It was like she couldn't make the words come out properly. If she said it out loud, that would make it true. It couldn't be true. It just couldn't.
"So she's related to you," Jj said simply. "We know your very heart broken right now, but we need to know what's going on. Tell us what is so important about this girl."
Raine took a few quick, deep breaths to compose herself. "The blood on the doll and the mirror didn't come from me. It's not mine," she finally said, looking up at Rossi with tears leaving wet trails down her face. She knew her old friend would understand.
"Oh no. No Omen, I'm so sorry," Rossi remarked softly. "Are you sure it's her?"
Raine nodded. "Pretty sure. Garcia, can you find her picture from the M.E.? I'm fairly sure I know what all of this is about now."
Garcia nodded, typing away to pull up the picture once the medical examiner would send it.
Morgan spoke up again, confusion still written across his features. "I still don't get it. The blood tested back to you. Even if it was a sibling, it wouldn't show up as youra, right?"
He looked at Reid for conformation. Reid shook his head in warning, tightening his grip around the inconsolable girl in his arms.
A picture appeared on the far wall, showing two images. The first was the image of the dead body laid out on the table, sheet covering from shoulders down. Her face looked somber and innocent. The second image was of two girl smiling in what looked to be a backyard. The girl on the lef had a small black mark near the right corner of her bottom lip. The other girl had the same mark on the left side.
It would have been comical, if not for the tradgic nature of the situation. Each team member seemed to take turns, first looking the the images, then glancing at Raine before shifting back to the pictures.
Reid hugged RAine harder, mindful of her injuries. Speaking low, his voice was the perfect cadence of raw emotion, and somber expertise of knowledge. "Morgan, the only way for two people to have the exact same blood type is if they are identical twins."