Author's Note: Sorry for the delay, I've literally agonized over this part. Originally, I had this as two chapters, but since I've put you all through waiting, I decided to lump them together as one to make up for it. If you are worried about Morgan, you should be.

Also, major brownie points to anyone who can correctly guess what movie I was watching when I wrote this. I think I burried it well enough, but probably not.

Emily looked down at her phone, slowing only slightly, fighting the urge to call Derek just to check in on him. She had been forced to turn her phone off on the chopper, and would need to keep it off while inside the State Prison walls.

But that didn't stop her from worrying.

"Prentiss." Hotch barked, noticing that she had fallen behind. "Are you coming or should I leave you behind?" He asked, not slowing his stride as he reached the guard door and deposited his gun, badge, and phone.

"Sorry." She shook her head, quickening her pace as she quickly followed Hotch's lead and handed over her important items.

"Brian Cooper. Interrogation Room 4." The guard gestured, "We pulled him out of general population so he would be ready for you."

"Brian." Hotch greeted, looking down at the file just to be sure he had his facts correct. "I'm Supervisory Special Agent Hotchner from the FBI, this is Emily Prentiss. We need your help." He admitted, not wasting any time.

Brian watched them cautiously, calculating their sincerity. "Do you know Jennifer Jareau?" He asked, debating whether to trust them or not.

"We work with her." Emily admitted, frowning softly as she sat across from the inmate. He stuck out in his orange jumpsuit, his handsome face offering an innocence that reminded her almost instantly that this interrogation was far different than any other. "That's why we're here."

"JJ sent you?" He asked, his face brightening.

"No." Hotch shook his head, not having time for this. "We came because she's missing." He sat down next to Emily, authority oozing out of every pore. "And we need your help to find her."

Brian straightened in his chair, pulling against his cuffs. "How can I help?"

"We believe whoever took her now, may have been involved that night." Hotch admitted reluctantly, careful to keep the possibility of overturning this man's conviction off the table.

He had read the court documents and had little doubt this man had been wrongfully convicted, railroaded by a system that at the time seemed to care more about money than honesty.

And later, he would see if there was anything he could do to help.

After they found JJ.

"We need to know what happened that night at the camp." Emily leaned forward, passing the file of what they knew across the table. "We need to know anything that might help us find her."

Brian nodded, "I was 21, home for college from the summer and worked as the caretaker for the camp." He frowned, "That night changed my life forever."

Brian grinned as he walked back toward the Administration Building, chuckling to himself. What a night.

Christy was fun, and if she was a few years older, he might even consider something long-term.

But who said summer had to be complicated?

He turned as he heard someone stumble down the steps on the cabin to his right—JJ's cabin if he wasn't mistaken, and stepped forward to help.

'JJ?'

'Brian!' She sighed with relief, obviously frazzled as she pulled a young boy behind her. 'Brian you've got to help me.'

'Whoa.' He stopped her, surprised as he glanced down at the little boy who was covered in a dark red sticky substance. 'What's going on here?'

The little boy shrunk back behind JJ obviously terrified.

'Something's wrong.' JJ looked around, nervously biting the inside of her cheek as she tried to keep herself from freaking out. 'Johnny—'

Brian snorted despite himself. 'JJ, you know as well as I do that this could be one of John's elaborate pranks.'

JJ sighed, running her hand through her long golden hair that glistened in the moonlight. 'I don't think even John would push that this far.' She remarked.

Brian frowned, not liking the way the little boy seemed to cling to JJ, transferring the sticky substance onto his friend's clothes. 'If you want, I'll go check it out for you.'

JJ smiled gratefully, letting out a breath she didn't know she was holding. 'Thanks, but it's okay. I'll just take care of it. Everything's probably fine—' She trailed off, suddenly feeling even more embarrassed than she had earlier.

Brian's frown deepened, feeling a sickening pang tug at the bottom of his stomach. 'But just to be safe, why don't you take him back to First Aid, and I'll check it out?'

'No, it's okay—'

'Listen.' He asserted, a little more forcefully than he intended. 'The Director's Cabin and the Admin building are the only places with a phone. You go to Director Perkins's place and he'll know what to do.'

Hotch frowned as the other man's voice cracked slightly.

"And that was the moment that changed everything." Brian shook his head, closing his eyes as he remembered the worst night of his life.

"You said that you found the bodies of the fellow counselor and three campers." Emily stated for him, stepping in compassionately. Yes, they needed as many details as possible.

But she could almost see the torture this man was putting himself through.

"It was the worst thing I've ever seen." Brian shook his head, his voice soft as he stared off remembering.

"We need to know everything." Hotch reasserted. "Any detail may help us find her."

JJ groaned as she felt the blood rapidly rushing from her arms, forcing her eyes to open with all the strength she had.

A cabin.

She was in a cabin.

Looking up, she frowned as she pulled against her wrists that were tied with a thick itchy rope to something above her head.

She groaned again, fighting to keep her eyes open despite the throbbing in her head.

And she couldn't help herself from remembering the last time she was in a cabin.

'Jake, I'm going to find Director Perkins.' She smiled at the little boy who seemed frozen in shock as she helped him onto the exam table in the First Aid hall. 'It's all going to be okay.' She assured, pushing away the pang of dread in her stomach.

It would be okay.

It had to be.

She slipped out of the room, grateful as the nurse on staff passed her by without a second glance.

This really wasn't as bad as she thought it was, she assured herself.

She frowned as she looked to the closed door that connected the Administration Building to the Director's Cabin.

If it really wasn't anything, she shouldn't be pounding on Director Perkins door.

Stepping behind the counter, she picked up the lone telephone in the Administration Building, suddenly struck by how odd it was that there were only two telephones for the entire camp.

Dialing the extension for the other cabin, she frowned as she heard the phone ring, coupled with the distant shrill sound of the phone ringing on the other end.

Director Perkins always answered.

Something was wrong.

Hanging up the phone, she sighed as she lifted her hand to knock lightly on the door, stopping midair as her eyes caught the soft glistening of the light against a sticky liquid that seeped out from underneath the door.

She knew that sight, that smell.

The same smell that had covered little Jake Harkins.

Blood.

Steeling herself, she pushed the door gently, surprised to find it unlocked as it swung easily.

'Director Perkins?' She asked, her voice no larger than a whisper as she stepped over the small pool of blood down the hall.

A sound she couldn't distinguish—something between a grunt and a gurgled cry for help—answered her, compelling her up the stairs as she followed the small trail of blood.

'Director?' She called again, desperately pushing away the fear that seemed to have a tight grip on her insides.

It was odd—this out of body experience—as she found her way into the Director's bedroom, rooted at the doorway with shock as she took in the blood soaked sheets.

Her feet moved from under her, and she shuddered only slightly as she felt a blackened figure watching from behind her.

But all she could focus on—the only thing her eyes could see—was the body tangled in the mass of bloody sheets, and for some reason, she stepped closer to him, captivated by the horror in front of her.

It was his eyes.

Those dark orbs that she had always found slightly intimidating, lay open. Staring at her with a look as if pleading to be released from some awful torture.

Years later, she would watch television and laugh as dead bodies were always depicted as something peaceful.

The sight in front of her was anything but.

Director Perkins had known nothing resembling anything like peace in his last moments.

And his face—his eyes included—contorted in a pained horror, it was almost too much for her to take.

She blinked, staring at his tortured face until she felt the figure behind her shift. Turning quickly, she caught only a brief glance of a figure she felt like she recognized before it slipped out of the room entirely.

And then, though the situation reeked of a déjà vu she didn't have time to place, she screamed.

Pulling at her immobilized arms, she closed her eyes and felt her body begin to relax in an exhausted sleep.

Terrified beyond belief, she just couldn't help but worry what would greet her the next time she awoke.

'Jenny.' A familiar sing-song voice called from afar, the sound enough alone to send her stomach rolling as a wave of nausea hit. 'Oh Jenny. It's time to get up.'

She cracked her eyes open slightly, clamping them down tightly again as the world spun around her.

"Good morning Jenny." A familiar voice leered as something sharp pricked against the soft flesh of her face. "I've been waiting for you."

"Who-?" JJ sputtered, cringing as her own voice seemed to send her head spinning, nausea bubbling close to the surface. She pulled at her arms, surprised to feel them immobilized and tied with what felt like a thick rope above her head. "Who are you?" She asked, keeping her eyes clamped shut tightly as she braced herself against the wall.

"You mean you don't remember me Jenny?" The voice asked, the sharp object slicing into her skin painfully as he drew a long shallow cut down her left cheek. She hissed out in pain, which seemed to satisfy him as he pulled back. Leaning forward, he spoke low, with small flecks of spit striking against her skin. "Nothing can harm you here." He snickered, "Nothing but me that is."

Her eyes shot open, looking for evidence as she tried to establish her bearings.

No.

It couldn't be.

"Doug?" Her voice hitched slightly as the world seemed to come into focus slightly. It was still blurry—almost foggy—but she fought to make sense of the images around her.

This didn't make sense.

She knew him.

Why was he doing this?

"Jenny." He grinned widely, his face ridiculously close to hers as she tried to comprehend what was going on.

This had happened once before. She knew it. She had felt like this before. It wasn't good.

Why couldn't she remember?

Her head throbbed, and if it wasn't for the absolute look of delight on Doug's face, she might just allow herself to fall back into the abyss that seemed to be calling out with her.

"Why are you doing this?" JJ felt her words slur as the world spun around her.

"It has been too long, Jenny." Doug grinned, the knife gleaming at his side as he stepped back, surveying her. "How could you forget? Your own sister?" He accused.

"I don't know what you're talking about." JJ insisted defiantly, pulling at her arms as she slowly tried to formulate some sort of plan.

"Oh, Jenny." Doug smiled condescendingly, turning away from her as he knelt down behind a large duffle bag. "Of course you do."

JJ's stomach rolled as she tried to watch wherever he was going. Fighting the nausea desperately with eyes closed tightly, she jumped as she felt Doug's warm breath against the skin of her neck again.

"All I asked of you was to stay quiet." He scolded, tracing small circles along her taut bicep. "But you couldn't even do that, could you?" He chuckled to himself. "And now Agent Morgan had to pay the price."

Knives. Her brain churned, trying to make a connection she knew was there.

Knives meant something.

Knives.

If she could just get her ears to stop ringing, maybe she could remember.

"What are you talking about?" She stuttered, only then realizing her words were slurred as well. "What happened to Derek?"

"I had to tie up loose ends." He shrugged, pressing the tip of the blade harder against her skin until blood rose to the top. "I've been waiting for this for a long time."

"What are you talking about?" She asked, fighting the tears that burned against her eyes.

Derek.

He had killed Derek.

Because of her.

"Your parents were probably so proud when Annie and I started dating." He grinned wickedly, looming over her as he touted himself proudly effectively ignoring her question. "My family was so popular, and yours was made up of coal miners." He spat the last words as if it left dirt on his tongue, bringing up a memory JJ had long forgotten.

Dale Jareau came from coal-mining stock. In fact, in later years she had often decided that if she got an encyclopedia and looked up 'Coal Miner', her father would be the picture staring back at her.

Even from the time she was small, Jennifer Jareau knew that Pennsylvania was in his blood.

Which was why his move to Northern Vermont shortly after her parents' divorce never really seemed to make sense.

'Be careful, Jen, that you don't like something just because it is popular.' He would always affirm as he settled in to catch a rare Washington Redskins game.

Jenny had asked him once when she was about seven, what he meant, obviously confused.

After all, headbands were popular, and she was pretty sure they were amazing.

Her dad had laughed, picked her up and settled her next to him. 'Things aren't always what they seem Jenny Bean.' He explained. 'Sometimes people overlook what is staring them in the face because it isn't popular.'

'Oh.' She had sighed, still not understanding as she stilled against her father's warm strong frame.

Some things a seven year old didn't need to understand.

"Doug." She sighed, leaning heavily against whatever held her propped up with increasing exhaustion as she tried to talk him down. "Let me go. We can talk about this."

"Oh Jenny." Doug cackled with delight, grinning from ear to ear. "You really don't remember, do you?" He shook his head. "I always thought it was an act—that you were just protecting me." He leaned forward pressing the tip of his finger against her nose. "But you honestly don't remember."

"Remember what?" She asked, her mouth growing dry and flinching as he snorted and ran the blade of the knife up and down her immobile arms.

"Why you are afraid of the woods." He explained, his tone patronizing as he fingered a stray lock of her hair.

"Why—How could you—?" She sputtered, catching herself just as she tried to shake her head to clear the growing cobwebs in her mind. "You can't know—"

"Jenny, don't you remember?" He bent down to her eyelevel, his eyes wide and gleeful as he cupped her chin. "You are afraid of the woods because out here, no one can hear you scream."

Her jaw dropped, her eyes widened as suddenly a corner of her mind seemed to lift the distant haze that had protected her for so long.

And she remembered.

Jennifer Jareau adored her older sister.

Adored was probably not strong enough of a word.

In the world of eleven year old Jenny, Annie Jareau could walk on water.

And if someone was a friend of Annie Jareau's, then by association, she would have nearly sold her soul to even hang out with them.

So when Annie started dating the son of the guy with the cool summer camp, Jenny was thrilled, envisioning a wedding at the lake where she could go canoeing.

She had never been canoeing.

And Doug was nice to her—not like her brothers. He even came to one of her soccer games once, and he brought treats.

Annie had laughed, ruffled Jenny's hair and smiled. 'Seventeen's a little young to be getting married, don't you think?'

Jenny had shaken her head. She had always wanted to plan a wedding.

Annie had only laughed harder, 'Why don't we make a deal? I get married when I want to, and I'll let you plan the wedding.'

Jenny had frowned, mulling over the options. 'How do I know you won't change your mind?' She asked skeptically.

Having two older brothers and Annie for an older sister had taught her to be anything but gullible.

Annie had thought about that for a moment before pulling off her favorite necklace and thrusting it into Jenny's hands. 'You can keep this as collateral.'

Days later, when Doug Perkins had come over to talk to Annie, Jenny had been hesitant to let him know she wasn't home.

For some reason, that only seemed to make his smile grow bigger, if not slightly off.

Bidding her to follow him, Jenny pushed down the small sense of fear as she stayed close to Doug's tall frame, wondering what they were doing out in the woods behind her home.

Her parents had always warned them not to go too far into the woods.

But she was eleven now, and rules like that were just for little kids—at least, that's what she kept reminding herself as they stepped deeper and deeper into the woods.

'I wanted to show you this.' Doug grinned, jumping down into a small trench to push away a large boulder. 'This is my secret hiding place.'

'Wow.' Jenny murmured, shifting uncomfortably on her heels as she looked around for any sense of familiarity.

'You haven't even seen the best part.' He assured her, removing the large stone to show a deep hole. 'Come look inside.'

'I don't want to.' Jenny hedged, for some reason having a bad pit in her stomach. 'I want to go home.'

'Oh, don't be such a baby—'

'Doug!' Another voice shouted. Jenny sighed with relief as the comforting voice of her sister grew closer. 'Where the hell are you?'

'Jenny and I are here at my spot.' He grinned, gesturing for JJ to come down and look in the hole.

'You brought my sister out here?' Annie's voice grew closer, as if her route was now more definite. 'What the hell is wrong with you?'

Jenny bit her lip before stepping forward. If Annie knew this spot, she must have known whatever Doug was hiding. If Annie knew, she wanted to know too.

Sliding up to the small hole, her eyes widened in sickened shock.

She couldn't move.

Couldn't speak.

All she could see were the eyes of several dead animals staring up at her.

Her dog had died once, and after having a funeral, her dad had buried him in the back yard.

But these animals, they had blood all around them.

And it was just too much for her to take.

Their eyes—even shutting her eyes tightly, she could see their eyes staring at her.

Pleading.

She didn't turn as Annie made it into the clearing. 'Damn it Doug, I told you to leave me alone—what are you doing?' She asked, her tone slightly panicked as she took in her little sister standing next to the monster she hadn't known had lied under the surface of the boy she had been dating. 'Get away from her.' She growled.

Doug smiled, patting Jenny lightly on the head. 'I'm just showing her how cool it is.'

'Get away from her!' Annie screamed, rushing up to her younger sister as she checked her over. 'Jenny. Jen. Look at me.'

Hearing her sister's commands distantly, Jenny managed to tear her eyes away from the disfigured creatures. 'Come on, we're going home.' Annie looked up at Doug with a look full of disgust as she pulled her sister behind her. 'I'm calling the cops you asshole—'

'Bitch!' He screamed, slapping her loudly as he picked up the knife out of his back pocket. 'No one talks to me like that.' He plunged the knife into the soft flesh of Annie's stomach instantly, too quickly for the older girl to react.

Annie stared at him, shocked, before turning to her sister. 'Jenny.' She slurred, trying to keep her eyes focused at the blinding pain in her stomach. Finally, she mustered her strength. 'Run!'

Jenny looked on with horror, her feet rooted to the spot as Doug seemed to realize what he had done. He leaned down and placed a soft kiss to Annie's lips before bringing the knife down twice more against her wrists.

'J—J.' Annie sputtered, blood pouring out of her body while her sister watched, incapable of moving to help. 'Run!' She screamed, the desperate plea snapping Jenny out of her trance and allowing her to run as fast as her eleven year old soccer frame would allow her. She ran faster than she ever had before, tripping over a large stick in the ground she hid behind the trunk of an old dying tree as she watched Annie and Doug distantly, panting for breath.

'Bye Annie.' Doug smiled as he watched the life drain out of his ex-girlfriend's eyes, walking into the woods without a second glance.

And only then, once she was sure Doug was far away, did Jenny start to scream.

Doug chuckled. "The best part—other than the fact that it took hours for those idiots to find you—was that because they found her by the animals, they thought she was working her way up to it. They actually thought she committed suicide" He stroked her hair like a father would to comfort a child. "And you were too stupid to say anything different."

"You killed her." JJ gasped, the memory so clear she wondered how she ever could have forgotten.

She had always been told that Annie's death had been so traumatic, she had blocked it out.

If only they had known how right they had been.

"It took five more summers for you to even come back up here." He scolded, as if that was some offense for which he was entitled to be annoyed. "Then an entire summer to get you into the woods to work at my dad's camp. But when you started introducing yourself as JJ, I thought you had remembered."

JJ's jaw dropped.

A stressor.

A trigger.

Now she had proof that it wasn't Brian Cooper who had slaughtered the campers.

It was Doug.

And everything—everything—in her life that had graced her nightmares had been a direct result of the man standing over her.

And right now, she was in a heap of trouble.