After JJ's departure the team struggles with the loss, and the complete refusal to replace her. Having gone through three Media Liaisons already the addition of Jena Eck has Hotch and the rest of the team questioning if they ever will fall into a rhythm again. All travel suspended the team is only working local cases. Taryn Gillis of the Special Crimes Unit has an idea that she could use one of the BAU members out it the field, to help give his perspective on the crime scene from a profilers point of view. Having her mind set on the perfect one, she won't stop until she gets him. A rapist and murderer is on the loose eluding Taryn's team and soon the case will land in Hotch's lap when it takes an unexpected twist.

As always I do not own any rights to CBS, ABC or their affiliates. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. This is an original story written on the basis of the show Criminal Minds and solely for entertainment purposes.

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Thank you

~Cinny

Chapter 6

"Becky, if momma finds you here she's going to whoop you."

"Shhh don't you worry about that. Drink this. I could only bring half a slice of bread. I'm sorry Dina."

Dina shivered. She was only wearing her bra and panties. And those were blood soaked. From the limited lighting Becky could see some of the darker bruises on her sister's body. Too many to count. One deep purple welt on her sister's cheek looked as if it crack her skin wide open.

"It's okay, I'm not that hungry anyway."

Becky broke the bread in small pieces giving it to her older sister. She only took three tiny bites before turning her face.

"Please, Dina you have to eat."

Dina couldn't form words for a few minutes. The noises she made were strangled by a deep cough, followed by a long wheeze. That sound scared Becky. Was she about to witness her sister's death?

"I…ca..can't."

"Dina if you don't eat you're going to…" Tears rolled down Becky's face. She couldn't finish her sentence. Couldn't find the words to tell her sister that she thought she might die.

"What, I'm going to what? Die? You can say it Becky, because it's true."

Becky watched as her sister gathered strength from somewhere deep inside of her. She pulled herself off of the floor, sitting in front of Becky. Her dirty, blood caked hands clamped on the upper portion of Becky's arms. Dina looked her straight in the eye.

"Find a way to get the hell out of here. Do you hear me? Becky tell me you understand."

Becky nodded. For the first time she felt afraid of her older sister Dina. She had a look on her face that was fierce and reminded Becky of Mona.

"I'm sorry Beck I don't want to be mean. But you promise me you will go, first chance you get, run away. She's going to kill me. Don't shake your head at me. You know I'm telling you the truth. And once I'm gone... Once I'm gone she will move onto you."

Becky sat with Dina for a few more moments trying to get her to drink a little more. The door to their bedroom flung open and Becky screamed. Shane laughed when he saw the look on her face.

"Relax, dear sister. Mona wants you." he took her hands helping her to her feet. Shane kissed Becky on the top of the head. "You better hurry you know how she gets if you keep her waiting. Don't worry I'll take care of Dina."

Shane put his hands on the waistband of his jeans as Becky pulled the door closed behind her. Something in the way Shane spoke gave Becky the chills. He always seemed so good to her. Always was there to protect her and Becky thought Shane loved her. But tonight although he was calm, he seemed menacing.

Becky sat up in the hospital bed. Her heart was pounding in her chest and Dina's words were echoing inside of her head.

"Please Shane don't. Please!"

xXx

Becky fell back against the pillows as tears rolled down her face. Now that she was older she knew Shane had raped their sister that night. And countless other nights too. He was always there when Mona wanted Becky to sit in bed with her. Shane was always there to "help" Dina. What he really was doing was helping himself to a vulnerable girl who didn't deserve to be abused like that. None of them deserved the life they had. Not even Shane. He tried to show Her that he loved her. And at first she believed it. But in truth Shane didn't love anyone. Shane was as sick as Mona.

To ease her fears she looked out into the darkness until her eyes focused in on the shadowy form of her sleeping husband. He had two chairs facing each other, his feet on one while he sat in the other. His long legs unsupported at the knee. He was hugging a pillow to his face with his neck at an odd angle. She smiled. He was so dedicated to her, insisting on being here for her and the baby.

"Nate."

He shifted his weight from one hip to the other.

"Nate. Honey, are you awake?"

"What? Um yeah I am."

She knew he wasn't. She could hear the vinyl shifting as he unfolded himself from his uncomfortable makeshift bed.

"Is something wrong?"

"Will you come lay with me? I had a bad dream."

Nate slid into the bed next to his wife. His hand naturally went to their unborn child.

"Was it him, again?"

Becky had told Nate she had nightmares about the man that attacked her. Leaving out the fact that she knew him. And the fact that the dreams were about her more than they were about Shane.

"I want to go home tomorrow. I want to sleep in my own bed. And I want you to be there with me."

Nate wanted to argue. But reality was there wasn't anything making Becky stay in the hospital. She was recovered and in good health.

Reid was back on the porn shop's stoop. The street was like a ghost town. The women who were willing to work with them yesterday, now were tired of having their turf invaded by the police. They had a false sense of safety now that no on had vanished lately. The prostitutes walked past him. Most not stopping on the corner. And the few that did, shot him a dirty look before hustling down the street to set up shop in the next block. The homeless man he had run into his first night was gone too. And now that there wasn't anyone else to blend into, the FBI stood out like sore thumbs.

He had quite a few hours to kill daydreaming about Taryn. He loved her sexy body and the way she looked at him. She saw him as something more than an awkward genius. She saw him as a man. In her office things had gotten so hot that he still suffered from the effects of that night. Nonfulfillment was worse than never having an encounter with her. Her kiss, her touch, it was too much knowing what he was missing. His body was responding to the memory, and he struggled to stop it before he got out of control.

"Reid I need you to come in."

Her voice went directly into his ear making him feel like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar. It was a ridiculous way to feel, because she didn't have any idea what he was thinking. He waited a moment to move from the stoop, taking a look around. He was stunned to realize only agent Jones remained on the street. 'When did the others leave?' He wondered. Being unaware, in this job, was hazardous to everyone, himself included.

Reid took the steps two at a time holding on firmly to the hand rail. Amazed that he didn't notice the smell anymore and he wasn't terrified to touch anything. Alarmed that maybe he was too wrapped up in his fantasies over Taryn, he slowed his steps. She was waiting in the doorway when he made it to the fifth floor. As soon as he drew near she grabbed him, pulling him inside, closing the door by body slamming him into it.

"I've been thinking about you."

Her voice was seductive and low. And when she kissed him it was with such force their teeth knocked together. Her hands were everywhere on his body. He gasped when she pushed one down into the waistband of his slacks, curling her fingers around his shaft.

"Why, did you hesitate? Why did it take you so long to get here? We only have a few minutes alone" Her breathing came in deep huffs as she struggled to catch her breath. She stroked him as her mouth found his again. Her tongue explored the inside of his mouth.

Spencer's mind was racing. Did she want to do it here? This place was less than ideal, unromantic. And to make matters worse they were on duty. Her hand was making him painfully erect and if she kept it up he would take her, right here up against this door. Reid cupped the back of her head as he too entered her mouth making the kiss deep and penetrating. He wasn't going to allow her to have all the fun. He inched his hand slowly up the inside of her thigh until her found the thin nylon triangle of her thong. Deftly his fingers swept past it and into her folds. Dipping one finger and then two into her moist flesh. The slick feel of her delicate flesh was intoxicating. Too much to handle and at the same time not nearly enough to just touch her. Rational thinking escaped him and he acted purely on need, spinning her around, pushing her hard against the door as he kissed her neck.

Taryn lifted her chin, giving him access to her throat. Her breathing was moist and heavy making her chest heave with each breath. A soft moan escaped her lips when he pulled on her halter top. Once he had her uncovered he opened his mouth over her nipple, taking it between his teeth briefly before sucking on her roughly. Taryn had to bite her bottom lip to keep from crying out again.

In the quick change of position her hand was pulled from his slacks. She was disappointed that she couldn't touch him that way again, but the closeness of their bodies wouldn't allow it. All she could do was hang on while he manipulated her flesh with his fingers. Her knees quivered and a thin line of sweat appeared on her kissed raw upper lip.

He used his thumb to rub her clit as he continued to push his fingers into her, pulling them out very slowly before shoving them back inside. Taryn gyrated her hips completely into his exploring

"Oh God, Reid. Mmmm yeah, if…you keep doing that… I'm going to…."

He stroked his fingers over her, front to back sliding into her again and again, enjoying her reaction as much as if they had been in the throws of passion. He was shocked that just thinking about being inside of her, and touching her with his hands alone, could bring him this close to the edge. That hadn't happened since he was a teenager and he found a dirty magazine left behind by one of his class mates in college. Reid made another pass over her clit while flicking his tongue against her pert nipple.

This was too much. Way too much for Taryn to handle. How was he so damn good at making her want to scream his name? How did he take her from arousal to ecstasy so quickly? She didn't have an answer or the ability to think anymore. He plunged into her, pushing as deep as he could. All she could do was slap her hand onto the door and stifle a cry. Orgasm rocking her body from her core to the tips of her fingers and toes. A loud rapping on the door next to her ear made her scream, Reid yanked his hand from her and took a large step backwards, cramming his hands into his pockets, looking very much like a guilty child.

The knock again didn't make Taryn yelp this time.

"Agent Gillis, the FBI is here to see you and Agent Reid." Lance Jones yelled through the thin wood of the door.

Reid was silently praying that Jones hadn't heard anything. All hope was lost with Morgan's laughter filled voice.

"No need to rush, we can wait down stairs while you finish."

Reid watched as the glazed over look in her eyes was replaced with a narrow stare. She repositioned her clothing, nodded at Reid before yanking the door open. Pushing through Lance and Morgan, marching directly to the steps. They followed, leaving Reid standing in the room wondering how in the hell he let that happen.