Chapter 4! For the people who are reading this, I'm sorry for messing with the chapters so much! New to this site, still trying to figure it out. I apologize!

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"Reid. You need to come back."

"No Hotch. He has a name now—Tovrea. I'm having Garcia search that name now, plus any connections to a girl named Amber." Reid started, holding his cell phone tighter than he usually did. "He knows I work at the office and he repeated my home address to me. I can't be in places he knows the location of."

Hotch was quiet. Morgan and Prentiss were looking at him eagerly, waiting for the slightest change or piece of information Hotch could give.

"...I'll send Morgan and to your home, JJ will stay here and be the look-out and Rossi and Prentiss will be out working our new case. I'll call him and tell him your dilemma."

"New case?"

"It's not connected. A 33 year old female shot and killed two of her children, police arrived before she could murder the third. DC police want our help to find her now. Her ex-husband is co-operating."

There was silence on the other end.

"Reid?"

"I'll meet you at Parker's Grove and CityView. I want to help with this case. As long as I stick to my normal routine, it'll be easier to find Tovrea as well."

"Alright. Meet you in 20 minutes." Hotch hung up and motioned for Morgan and Prentiss to go to their locations.

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Hotch stepped out of the SUV and glanced around for Reid. Before he had a chance to even scan the area, Reid popped up behind him. "I think I'd like to interview her ex-husband, if you don't mind."

"Alright. I need to talk to him myself before going to the station. We'll drive there now. Oh, and Reid?"

They both got into the SUV before Hotch passed him a gun. "Yours, the paramedic had to remove it the day of the car wreck."

Reid took it, reluctantly the way Hotch could see it. "...How did you say you got this?"

"Your bag of personal items at the hospital. The paramedic put it there on scene and the staff at the hospital give it to me. Why?"

"This isn't mine."

Hotch started the SUV but glanced at him before driving.

"Amber has mine. She took it."

"...When did you see Amber?"

"She was the one to shoot me, remember? She was there, she caused the wreck."

"Reid...you were never shot...What are you talking about?" Concern embedded Hotch's face.

"What are YOU talking about?-Nevermind." Reid's tone changed dramatically from confusion to anger, something Hotch was starting to notice more and more in his youngest team member. Hotch had denied any suspicions he had but now it was becoming bluntly obvious something was wrong.

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"I-I don't understand...I made sure she took her medicine every day..."

"Medicine?" Hotch repeated after the ex-husband, Paul.

"She was schizophrenic. Often she thought I was cheating on her with another woman, there was absolutely nothing to even suggest that to her..She even thought Sammie and Kyle weren't her own children.."

"And that's why she did this to them?" Reid finished Paul's sentence. His mood hadn't changed from the car. Hotch regretted bringing him in. No doubt his mood hadn't improved with such a personal tragedy.

"I know it's crazy...but-but she could be so normal and yet so...monstrous depending on if she took her Clozapine."

"That was her medication?"

Paul nodded, momentarily losing his composure before stuttering out, "I can get it for you, if you'd like..."

"We'd appreciate that." Hotch said with a tad bit of emotion, abandoning his cold appearance. Once the two agents were alone, Reid's voice dropped.

"Most schizophrenics aren't violent. People perceive them as such because of rare cases like this. She didn't mean it."

"Hardly any killers do mean it, they kill because they can't stop."

"Yes, that...but schizophrenics act out the most violence to people their close to.; spouses, children, best friends... There's been studies that suggest it's an unconscious act of protecting them against the people they see and hear. Sometimes it goes as far as genetics."

"Genetics?"

"Yes...Did you know that schizophrenia is genetically passed?" Reid's voice was calculating. For the past few days his tone has been only surface deep or fearful. This went something beyond that, something personal. His eyes met Hotch's before glancing off to the side quickly

"I've read it somewhere, once..." Hotch's eyes never left Reid. There was something the younger member wanted to say but didn't have the courage to. Hotch wouldn't force him either.

"...Excuse me." Reid stood and quickly walked outside. It was one of the warmer days of Winter. At least, warm enough for him to have a phone conversation and not be freezing by the end. He dialed the number on the cell.

"Tovrea? -Sorry, sir. Wrong number." He dialed it again.

"Hi, I'm looking for Mr Tovrea...? I'm sorry."

His phone rang. Reid jumped and answered it quickly.

"Mr. Tovrea?"

"Yes and No!" came Garcia's peppy voice. "There's 37 Tovrea's in the state, my prince, but 15 are prepubescent children, 5 deceased peoples, and 11 are females, the remaining 6 aren't anything spooky, half of them aren't even old enough to have a niece that's Amber's age. Oh, and none of them are connected to anyone by the name of Amber. Sorry."

"Okay thanks Garcia. Can you look up a number for me?"

"I can do anything for you except for the earth. But then again..." He could hear her grin on the other end. He wasted no time and gave her the number.

"Mmm, it's a political number m'dear. Couldn't you tell by the first three digits? I don't need VICAP to tell you that."

"Political?"

"Yea. People running for some government position, y'know? They record a message, make it sound real and personal, then send it to thousands? Tricky bastards."

"Could someone hack into one and change the message?"

"Teh. You're funny. It's the government. They guard those things like hound dogs. No one wants a bad image, especially in politics."

"Okay, thanks." He hung up quickly, spotting Amber. Or something. "I need to talk to you.."

"I'm listening." Her voice was cocky.

"Why do you disappear every time I mention my team?"

"I told you, I hate police, FBI..."

"Well, you're talking to me, aren't you?" Reid sported a fake "heh". But he felt nothing funny in the situation.

"Yea."

"...Yea? That's it? My teammate Hotch is in there right now. Wait for him to come out—please."

"Agent Reid?" A DC policemen glanced over at him. "Oh, sorry, are you on the phone?"

"No." Reid glanced at Amber. She stared at him then looked at the cop defiantly.

"Oh...I just heard your voice out here. Agent Hotchner was wondering where you went."

"Um, excuse me sir. I know this might be out of your command...but I need you to cuff this young lady. She's a part of a different case and...I didn't bring my belt with me."

"Cuff me?"

"...Young lady? Where is she at?"

"...Right here sir, at the end of driveway..."

"I'm sorry, I don't see her. Are you sure?"

"You're not going to put me in jail are you?"

"Please officer, I need your cooperation. Amber, it's just for questioning. I want to help you."

"Who are you talking to...?"

"This isn't 'helping me'!"

"Agent Reid?"

"Amber, please. Yes, Officer, if you would mind stopping the games, she's a very valuable witness to the death of James Regan! I need to bring her in!" Reid was losing patience fast. The officer looked bewildered, stupid. Was it that hard to move in without back-up against a young girl?

"Dr. Reid, calm down."

"Yea, Dr. Reid, calm down. 'She's gone mom, she's not coming back...' "

Reid stared at Amber. Memories flooded him. No, not memories, realizations. Amber was no different than Vicki.