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Sarah opened her eyes. They met the blinding light and she cried slightly raising her left arm. A soft voice broke her thoughts.

"Sarah…can you hear me Sarah?" the voice asked.

She opened her eyes to see a woman smiling at her. The woman was a bit fuzzy though. She could tell she had brown hair and something white on her head, a hat she assumed. The woman was dressed in white, and Sarah assumed she was a nurse. Her vision started to clear up a bit as the person helped her sit up.

"W-w-w-w-"

"Shush child," the woman said. "You have a pretty bad concussion dear. Do you remember anything?"

"N-Y-"

"Oh you poor thing! Why don't you just rest, you can barely speak. I doubt you remember much anyway."

"Ms. Dallas? It's Inspector Francis," a man's voice came. "Can I talk to Sarah?"

Sarah shut her eyes and reopened them in confusion. There was a man sitting next to her. He didn't even look at her. He just held up three fingers and asked, "How many fingers kid?"

"N-n-n-no," the girl muttered softly. "D-d-don't t-t-trust…"

Apparently the man didn't hear her because he looked at the woman.

"Can she speak? Did that bastard mess her up?" he asked.

"I haven't heard her speak at all, but she just woke up sir," she heard the nurse say.

That's all they did for the next two hours until two men came in the room.

"Hello? Is this Sarah Mc Keeve's room? I'm Special Agent Morgan; this is Special Agent Dr. Reid, we're with the FBI's BAU."

"BAU?" the nurse asked.

"Behavior analysis unit," Reid said. "We'd like to see Ms. Mc Keeve."

"I'm Inspector Francis and I'm afraid you two are wasting your time," the man said getting up. "She hasn't spoken a word in two hours."

The man was in his late twenties, about the same age as Reid. He just looked obnoxious, and the way he spoke didn't help his case.

"Inspector, we'd like you to leave the room," Morgan said. "You as well 'mam."

The nurse glared at him for a moment, but Reid stepped in and said, "We won't stay two long. We just would like to speak with her."

"Shouldn't you be talking—"

"Go back to the station," Morgan said. "Our supervisor, Special Agent Hotchner is there."

Reid started to push the nurse and man out of the room. Once he got them out of the room, he turned to look at Sarah. Morgan was already walking over to the bed. He stood next to the bed and said, "Hello Ms. Mc Keeve, or can I call you Sarah?"

Something about him made Sarah trust him. Maybe it was his body language. He was relaxed and had his arms in front of him where she could see them. He was looking her in the eyes, and his tone was gentle. She swallowed and said quietly, "You…you can call me Sarah."

"Hi Sarah," he said. "My name's Derek and this is my friend Spencer. We'd just like to talk with you."

"Hi Derek…hi Spencer," she whispered. "Did he hurt them?"

"Who Sarah?" Morgan asked.

"Teddy, Angel, Jane, and Sally," she spoke in a normal volume. "Did he hurt them?"

"Are Teddy and Angel your siblings?" Derek asked. "I have two sisters. Funny enough my older sister's name is Sarah too."

"Yeah…what's your other sister's name?" she asked nervously.

"My other sister's name is Desiree," he told her.

Reid watched in surprise as the little girl began to melt. She seemed to relax as Morgan talked about his sisters. She looked at Reid and asked, "Do you have any siblings?"

Reid smiled sadly and said, "Not that I know of. I wish I did though. My mother…well I don't think she could've handled another kid. She's sick…and she's been sick for a very long time."

"I'm sorry," Sarah said sadly. "But are they okay?"

"We don't know Sarah," Morgan said. "But we need you to talk to use so we can find them."

"Sarah, who's Jane?" Reid asked.

"Jane…she's the nice lady who tried to take care of me," Sarah said. "She had a baby. Her name's Sally."

"What do they look like?" Reid asked.

"Jane has red hair and blue eyes. Sally's got red hair and blue eyes too."

"Sarah…I'm going to ask you something personal…this man…did he touch you?"

She bit her lip and nodded. Derek knelt beside her bed and looked at her.

"Do you remember what he looked like?" he asked her. "Did you see his face?"

"He was tall…like you…and his voice…ugg…his voice was deep and scratchy. He kept telling me to be quiet or he'd hurt Teddy and Angel."

"Did you see his face honey?" Morgan asked again.

She shook her head, but then thought for another moment.

"I-I-I don't remember…" Sarah stuttered.

Morgan looked at her bandaged arm, and Sarah looked at him funny. She reached out a small hand and touched his arm. He looked at her hazel eyes and she asked, "What happened to my arm?"

"You don't remember?" Reid piped up.

"No…I can't remember a lot," she said.

"You don't remember or you don't want too?" Morgan asked taking Sarah's hand. She looked at him and murmured, "It may be both. I don't want to remember, so I can't remember."

Reid's phone went off and he looked embarrassed. He looked up and said, "I'm going outside to take the call all right Morgan?"

Morgan nodded before Sarah asked, "You aren't going to leave me are you?"

"I'll stay as long as I can," he said looking at her.

"Promise?" she asked, her green-brown eyes looking at him with trust.

"Promise."