Sorry for not updating in a while D:

Please enjoy this chapter, hopefully I came up with a good plot for this case. ^-^

It's about time we discovered some of Mattie's many secrets, so here you are! :D

Secret

[see-krit] adj.

A mystery, a thing no one properly understands.

It hurt.

Why'd it hurt?

All the training to ignore pain…that pain was but an illusion…

What was going on?

Glancing down at the wound, dark blood splattered onto the cold wet pavement. The dark figure held onto its arm, trying to stop the flowing red liquid. But it kept running.

The figure ran almost superhumanly. It was a dark blur in the streets. Sirens blared loudly; lights engulfed the shadow as it started to climb up a ladder swiftly. The figure leapt onto a building, then started jumping from roof to roof.

It ran so fast, its feet barely touching the ground. But ahead was another figure. A boy. A teenager. The darker figure, clad in dark clothing, halted immediately, lips parting slightly. The boy ahead grinned widely, his eyes popping manically, and he threw a knife straight at the girl, who gaped in utter fright.

"'Night, Matilda."

Mattie awoke, gasping for breath. She clasped her chest as her heart pounded loudly inside it. Next to her, Reid glanced over at the panicked girl, concern flooding through his smooth face. "Mattie?"

She drew in a sharp breath and looked at him. "Are you alright?"

Mattie laughed nervously, trying to calm down. "A-ah, yes, I'm f-fine, thanks…Just had a nightmare, that's all…" She put a finger to her temple, closing her eyes. What a dream…

Reid's eyes lingered on her for a moment before nodding curtly and resuming his book. The younger agent quietly scanned her surroundings. The agents were still on a plane, just returning from an abduction and ransom case. She had been looking forward to her peaceful weekend, until her nightmare.

Usually her nightmares gave her signs, and she hadn't had one in ages. As unscientific and illogical as her slight gift of clairvoyance was, whatever her nightmares displayed had proved in the past to show up in her life again, or some aspect of it.

Of course, she'd never told anyone. There was so much she never told anyone.

Her hands were in her sleeves and she fiddled with them, gritting her teeth quietly. As determined as she was not to show it, her grey eyes were stone cold with fear.

Because she knew that teenager. That boy.

She knew him all too well.

Mattie threw herself onto her apartment bed, burying her head in a pillow. Fuck everything.

Her past was showing up and/or going to show up.

Her past that she wanted so desperately to throw away.

She groaned in frustration as her small black and white husky leapt onto the bed. Sailor nudged her face, whining. Mattie sighed, sitting up and holding her little dog close. She had just gotten him a a week ago from a man she met at a museum who worked as a sailor in a small, cozy boat. She'd named him Sailor, which seemed to please the actual sailor.

She'd grown rather attached to the pup. When Emily had found out, she'd demanded he meet Sergio. Mattie took it as a joke, laughing and rolling her eyes. Yeah, right.

"Like hell I'll let that whiskered thing tear you to pieces," she mumbled in Sailor's fur. Sergio was a bit ferocious. Although, that small husky had some bite in him.

Mattie didn't let it bother her. She'd felt worse than a simple puppy bite.

She sighed again, setting down Sailor and moving to her living room. Pity the pizza guy couldn't stay very long. "It's sad the only company I have is that pizza guy, my uncle, and my dog…" Mattie muttered to herself tiredly.

And Reid.

But he was probably to busy comforting that victim that kept throwing herself into his arms. She was from another case, yet Reid had taken it upon himself to see to it that she got the proper consolation.

What she wants is to be in your pants, Mattie thought bitterly. It wasn't fair her best friend was being whisked away by some random, pretty girl using her recent trauma as an excuse to be with the young doctor. She dismissed it. She was acting like a jealous imbecile.

She had more important things to take care of.

Reid looked up at the old and dull apartment building.

He'd been there before, which was whenever Mattie invited him over. He didn't understand why she enjoyed taking residence there.

"It's 'cause it suits me." The corner of his lips lifted in a small smirk. He didn't have to ask why. Reid honestly couldn't imagine her staying in a glamorous condo, or house for that matter. She enjoyed lying low, dressing in black clothing and living in a practically nonexistent area of the city, even with all the money her parents had left her before they'd mysteriously disappeared to another country.

He couldn't think of why Hotch's brother would leave her like that. Apparently being mysterious runs in Sean Hotchner's side of the family. Reid locked his car and began to cross the street.

Then he saw them.

A group of men dressed in black spandex and beanies covering most of their faces. They were armed and weren't too good at concealing it. Each of them wore some sort of emblem on their backs. It looked like a spade. A red spade.

Reid instantly knew something was terribly wrong. His hand shot towards his gun strapped on his belt. Then he remembered he was one man, and there was at least ten men sprinting towards the apartment building.

He would get killed if he tried interfering.

Reid realized he had to leave Mattie and a sick feeling grew in his stomach. She could already be dead by the time the police got there.

What other choice did he have?

He pulled out his phone.

"It was kind of you to let us in like that."

Sailor was growling at the men menacingly, his icy blue eyes set on the strangers entering Mattie's room.

Mattie smiled lightly, looking up from her files she was reviewing on her bed. "Hey Cross. You've gotten old, you look like a skunk."

The man called Cross, about forty years old, frowned. "Aren't you oddly calm for someone that's about to be killed."

She recognized his scarred, tough face and his huge outline. It amused her how his raven black hair now had a stripe of grey running through the middle.

Mattie rolled her eyes, scooping Sailor into her arms. "You can't kill me, Cross. I'm too important." Cross aimed his shotgun straight at Mattie's forehead, his eyes slightly twitching. "You cocky bitch…" He paused. "Oh don't worry though. We know the only way we'll hurt you is by hurting that gangly looking boy with a satchel waiting at the entrance of this shitty building."

Her eyes widened faintly, her smirk fading. Reid was here? Cross smirked sadistically, taking advantage of her brief distraction, and struck her across the face with the butt of his gun. Mattie rolled over, groaning and spitting out blood. Sailor barked and howled. One of the men standing next to Cross leveled his gun to shoot him. Mattie grabbed the man's arm. "Stop."

Cross raised an eyebrow, still smiling. "I'll come with you," Mattie snapped, annoyed. "But Re—that gangly boy and my dog…you better leave them alone."

"I'm a man of my word," the buff man told her, gesturing at his team to lower their weapons. "Right…" she growled lowly, standing up. To be perfectly honest, she was frightened. They had found her. She knew they'd hurt Reid or the BAU if they got in the way. That was the last thing she wanted.

Because as hard as she tried not to, she had grown attached to them.

Reid was later joined by Hotch and the rest of the unit shortly after he had seen the group of men enter the building. He felt awful. They'd escaped quickly and no one was able to get a good glimpse of their faces.

Rossi frowned, noticing Reid's expression. "It's not your fault, you know." Reid glanced at him, rubbing his nose. "I-I know…but…"

"We're going to find her," the senior agent assured him. Dr. Spencer Reid didn't reply. He was too busy trying to assess who the men were and why they'd taken Mattie. "There's no sign of a forced entry. Her apartment looks perfectly fine," Morgan told Hotch, who's eyes were scanning the room stoically.

"Well, why would she go willingly?" Prentiss asked, placing her hands on her hips.

"She knew them." Everyone frowned slightly at the young doctor's statement. "I'm gonna go see how JJ's doing in the lobby..." Rossi walked off.

"What car were they driving, Reid? Was there a license plate?" Hotch inquired sternly. Reid blinked multiple times as he began to remember. "A…A black van…A black Chevy Express SUV…there wasn't any license plate."

"Guys." The pondering agents turned to Morgan. "Everyone be quiet." He waved an arm at the CSI investigators inspecting the blood at Mattie's bed, silencing them. There was a faint bark. And another. And then a howl.

Prentiss' hand shot up to her mouth as she threw open a closet door in the hall. "It's Sailor, guys."

"Her dog?" Reid walked over to the husky, who shot out from the closet, darting in between Prentiss' legs, and started growling at the agents. Prentiss scooped him up. "He's alright, no harm done to the little thing."

"Now if only dogs could talk." Morgan sighed disappointedly.

"C'mon, Hotchner. You're lagging behind!"

Mattie narrowed her eyes and sped up. Her partner was giggling slightly, running ahead of her. Their uniforms were caked in mud. "I hate the aftermath of rain," she complained, sloshing agilely through the wet dirt.

Chase snorted. "Yet you love rain itself. Stop whining and hurry up. We've got to get out of here and—"

"And hurry or Madam will do something bad, I know." Mattie truly despised that woman. She was the leader of their whole gang organization. Il Sangue. Most of the members had nicknamed it Dominion though. Their headquarters were situated in New Jersey and right now, the two adolescents were racing away from Pennsylvania to the border.

Madam had said they were exterminating terrorist vermin. Mafia members and people like that. People that were harming the country or were getting in the way of their mysterious plans of overthrowing all evil organizations.

But she had discovered it was actually an undercover agency that wanted to cause widespread fear to everyone by killing the most dangerous to the most powerful. They were paid for it by anonymous sources, but it was evident to Mattie that money was not their motivation. They traded with other allies; exchanging information, ammunition, etc. Dominion were somewhat bounty hunters, but much worse and much darker.

They killed good people, innocent people. "We just want to make the world a better place..." Madam had once told her. "A place without idiotic violence and terrorism as a result of religion or politics or anything!"

Chase said they murdered anyone that discovered them, turned against them, tried to escape with information, anyone that knew too much; anyone that was a liability or a traitor basically. Those who escaped never made it to their destination. Ever.

However, they had promised her a new future and an erased past. She needed their help and their money, and they needed her skills.

And right now, they were running fleeing from their assassination of a man and his two daughters at his house.

Mattie hadn't even flinched.

"Wake up, Jones."

She stirred from the hard, wooden chair. Where am I?

"Whaddya want?" Mattie asked groggiy. She felt like she was in a prison cell.

Was she back at Dominion?

Her breath caught in her throat, her stormy eyes dilating in fear.

The headquarter building of Dominion was filled with elite gang members. But not street gang members. Well-trained and educated young soldiers who wanted or needed past mistakes erased. Madam was a powerful woman. She could make that happen.

But she doesn't, Mattie thought to herself, pressing her lips together. And she'd learned that the hard way. Soon, most of the members of the Dominion would, too. The cruel woman purposely decided to hire the most desperate of adolescents.

Madam would make sure once they served their purpose, they would be disposed of.

Mattie stared at Cross and Elli, a petite, cat-like girl with close-cropped red hair, who were standing in front of her. "We want to talk to you," Cross said bluntly.

Mattie groaned slightly. She needed to get out of here.

Elli knelt down next to Mattie, smiling softly. "You've grown, love." As always, her English accent was perfect and classy. Mattie looked away, biting hard on her lip. "Yeah well, stuff like that happens when nine years pass."

The cat girl sighed at the dark girl's tone and looked down. "None of us are here to hurt you, Mattie."

"Where the hell am I?"

"An old warehouse." Cross pulled out a chair across from her, his eyes studying her face.

"Am I still in Virginia?"

"Yes," Elli cut in before Cross could answer, still smiling at Mattie. As if her smile could fix what they'd done to her in the past.

"What do you want?"

There were a few minutes of tense silence. Mattie refused to look at either of them in the eyes. These people were people she once called friends, along with Chase. But they'd betrayed her when she'd escaped Dominion. They'd betrayed Chase, too.

Because of them, Madam knows she's not dead. Madam knows she's still out there. But now she goes by Jones and Mattie. Not Matilda.

A plan was beginning to form in Mattie's mind. If she got rid everyone here that knew where she was and who she was, she could escape and resume living her life with the burden of her past. But it wasn't that easy.

"We want to know what happened at the end of this case. We know you didn't follow orders. Every little detail is vital." Cross slipped her a file. "If you can't give it to us, we're going to turn you in."

And ironically, Mattie believed him.

"Well, this is frustrating." Morgan threw down some papers on his desk, propping his legs up on top of them.

The genius nodded and continued to focus on Garcia's voice on the phone. "The lobby's security camera was able to capture two faces," she told him.

"And? Garcia, shouldn't you be already tracking them down?"

The chatty tech girl paused, probably wondering why Reid was being so impatient. "Ah, here's the thing…one of them is Justin Cross…yeah, uh, he died two years ago."

Reid put her on speaker, waving at Morgan and the other agents to gather around. "He was supposedly found dead in a car accident with two friends, the brakes had failed, they all died…" Garcia sounded disturbed. "You made a mistake, Garcia, that's not possible…" Rossi answered.

"With all due respect, sir, I'm 100% sure that the face on the tape is Justin Cross' face."

All the agents looked skeptical and confused. Garcia never made mistakes. And if she did, they were beyond rare. "Well, start digging into all three of their lives, then," Hotch ordered.

"And the other face?" Reid asked weakly. "Michael Lopez, seventeen, ran away when he was fifteen, his parents moved to London with a younger sister, Elizabeth. They moved shortly after he disappeared. He has no trail after he ran away. It's like he disappeared off the face of the Earth."

Hotch ran a hand through his hair. Clearly, this case was going to be difficult.

"We can assume they both go by different identification, then?" Prentiss asked quietly. Everyone nodded slightly.

"Then this is a group effort to kidnap an FBI agent," JJ mused aloud.

Morgan crossed his hands in front of his face, deep in thought. "Why Mattie though? Are they people from her past? People she once knew?"

"We're going to have to consider victimology then." Everyone glanced at Rossi. "Go into her life like that?" Prentiss said, uncertain.

"We have to treat her like a victim, because that's what she is right now." Hotch insisted lowly. He didn't want to go into his niece's secrets and history on simply on the behalf of a case, but what other choice did they have?

"I have a feeling we're going to find some things in her history we're going to wish we hadn't…" muttered Reid as the others left to begin researching his friend's life. He closed his eyes. "Now, why would you think that?" Morgan asked him, glancing at him with an eyebrow raised.

"Because the things she hides are hidden for a reason, aren't they?"

A/N: Mattie, you've been hiding this from everyone? D: The BAU's much too smart to not discover what she's been hiding during this case. Then again, she's been hiding everything this long..

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