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Emily reached the front door first and knocked firmly as JJ walked up beside her. The door opened a crack and a blonde woman peeked her head out.

"Mrs. Collins?" Emily stepped forward. "I'm Agent Prentiss and this is Agent Jareau. We're with the FBI's Behavioral Analysis Unit and we just want to ask you some questions about your daughter, Leah."

The woman opened the door a little wider, looking understandably distraught.

"The police already asked me and my husband questions. Twice," she said.

"Yes, ma'am, ours are just going to be a little different," Emily said calmly. "We're just trying to find out who took your daughter so that we can bring her home."

Mrs. Collins nodded and opened the door all the way, stepping aside to let the agents inside. She led them to the kitchen table, where they sat while she went to get her husband. The couple wearily took seats at the table.

"We told the police everything we know," Mr. Collins grumbled.

"Sir, do you want us to find your daughter or not?" JJ shot.

Emily glared at JJ, silently letting her know to shut up. They couldn't afford to lose the trust of these parents. Emily started her interview.

"So tell me about Leah. What are her hobbies, interests? What does she like to do with her friends or when she's here at home?"

"She's just a normal kid," Mr. Collins said.

"She makes straight A's," Mrs. Collins added. "She's the captain of the soccer team. She's very popular at school, all the other kids love her. She goes to dances and parties, hangs out at the mall. She's a good kid, Agent Prentiss."

"I have no doubt that she is. I do have to ask this," Emily looked at them apologetically. "Was Leah involved in anything she shouldn't have been? Any rough crowds, signs of drug use, secretive behavior? Anything out of the ordinary."

"How could you ask us such a thing?" Mr. Collins snapped.

"No," Mrs. Collins looked at her husband. "She studies hard and practices soccer. She is trying to get a scholarship."

"Mrs. Collins, does Leah have a boyfriend?" Emily asked.

"Not anymore. She was dating Calvin Prestridge, but they broke up a few months ago," Leah's mother explained.

"Do you know why the broke up?" JJ threw in her contribution.

"Calvin was pressuring Leah," Mrs. Collins tried to avoid eye contact with her husband, knowing he'd be angry she hadn't told him this. "To have sex. She didn't want to. He broke up with her and started having sex with one of her best friends."

"Alright, I think that's all we need for now," Emily said. "Does Leah have a diary or a laptop that we could take a look at tonight? We'll have them back to you by tomorrow morning, before we go to her high school."

Mrs. Collins got Leah's laptop and a spiral notebook from her room and gave them to Emily. She also wrote down the name and address of Leah's high school.

"Mrs. Collins, we'll also need the name of the girl who Calvin is seeing now," JJ told the woman before they left.

"Raina Rosman," Leah's mother said.

Emily and JJ headed back to meet their team with the information from Leah's parents. They were the first to get back and they called Garcia to get whatever she could off of Leah's laptop. The two of them took turns reading through the journal and were surprised to see some of it was pretty dark. The Leah they read about in her journal was definitely not the same girl her parents described.

The rest of the team returned and everyone shared their findings. The other three missing girls didn't seem to have varied from their routines at all on the day of their abductions. There were no signs of anything different or strange about their lives and their friends and family hadn't been told if the girls had noticed anyone lurking around. Leah was the only girl who seemed like she was hiding something and everyone was shocked when they saw the video Garcia had recovered from the girl's social networking site. Leah just sat in her bedroom, speaking into her webcam, telling her friends she loved them. She said that things were getting too messy in her life and that she was tired. She ended the video with a simple 'goodbye'.

JJ gasped loudly when the video was over and Hotch looked at her quickly to make sure she was okay.

"We'll talk more about Leah later," he addressed the group. "Let's go deliver the profile."

The team stood in front of a large group of Pittsburgh's finest to let them know what they should look for.

"The unsub we're looking for is a white male between the ages of 18 and 30," Hotch began.

"He is stalking his victims, so he most likely is unemployed or has a job where he does a lot of driving around," Derek added.

"He is physically strong enough to subdue his victims without drawing attention to himself and he will be driving either a van or large SUV to transport the women," Reid said.

"This unsub will have access to some kind of property other than his own home where he keeps the victims. This could be an abandoned house, or barn, or anything outsiders wouldn't stumble upon," said Emily.

"The victims are all young women who have been through something difficult and are happy and confident enough to believe they have overcome. Lizzie McCall is a prostitute, but the people we talked to all say she is a very happy and positive person. This, along with no distinct physical similarities between the victims and the fact that he keeps the women, sexually assaulting and raping them multiple times, leads us to believe that the unsub suffered the loss of his girlfriend. She either broke up with him or passed away. This won't have been a recent loss because he has forgotten exactly what she looked like. He either has memory loss or a mental disability. He remembers that she was very attractive and that she was always happy, which is why he chooses the victims that he does. It's likely that his fading memory of this girl is what has triggered him to start looking for her replacement. He is testing these girls, trying to find one that will act similar to the one he lost. Once they fail his test, he has no use for them," Rossi finished.

It was late and the team headed for their hotel. Emily got settled into her room and then decided to go check on JJ and see if she needed anything. She pulled on sweatpants with her old FBI t-shirt and headed down the hall, double-checking the list of room numbers Hotch had given all of them. She knocked on the door and JJ answered quickly, wearing only a towel.

"I was just about to call you," JJ told her. "I took a shower and totally forgot I didn't have my bag."

Emily laughed and held out her bag for JJ.

"Take anything you need," Emily told her, glad she was always extra prepared.

She took a seat on the queen-sized bed.

"JJ, are you sure you're okay? You've been acting strange lately," she approached the subject, hoping for a good response.

"I'm sorry, Emily," JJ's voice broke.

"Sorry for what?" Emily was surprised at JJ's words.

"For getting you to stay here. London was such an amazing opportunity and I convinced you to turn it down, and for what?" JJ was crying now. "All because I wanted you to say. I can't believe I was so selfish."

"JJ, I don't get why you're apologizing. I wanted to stay. You asking me was just the excuse I needed," Emily explained.

"But you shouldn't be here," JJ whispered through her tears.

"You don't want me here anymore?" Emily teased.

"Of course I do, but there are better things out there for you," JJ pleaded.

"Jayje, I'm here for a lot of reasons. I could never leave this team, leave you. Honestly, London was something I considered because I was afraid. I shouldn't have been," Emily told her. "Believe in that. I'll let you get to bed."

Emily hugged JJ tightly and headed back to her room, still in shock over JJ's strange confession.

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