"Her parents said they didn't see anything. She just told them goodbye and was out the door and they didn't bother walking her to her car. In fact they never knew that she was missing until this morning when her boyfriend called and they realized her car was still parked outside." Prentiss filled us in.

"Did the neighbors see anything?" I asked. There had to be someone who saw something. People didn't just disappear off the street.

"A neighbor said that there was a cable company car parked in front of his house. It's a no park zone so he called the towing company but by the time they got there the car was gone."

"Were any of the neighbors installing new cable?" Spencer asked Prentiss. She shook her head.

"Garcia, look up cable companies who've made house calls around the area that the victims live in. It could be how he's stalking his victims," Hotch ordered.

"On it sir," was her reply. Spencer got up and made his way towards the map as he started to draw circles around locations.

"Guys, he's on tv again." Morgan informed and he and Prentiss left, going to the boyfriend's house again. I didn't even want to think about what was happening on that television. Rape was the last thing the unsub did before killing the women and seeing that would just be too much for anyone.

"Don't think about it," Rossi spoke, snapping me out of my thoughts. I looked at him questioningly. "You're thinking about what's happening to that girl but we need to be thinking about how to find her," he explained. I nodded to him, going back to the files.

"Guys, if he's doing this he needs someplace secluded where no one will hear her screams." JJ said.

"So maybe like an abandoned warehouse or a secluded home?" Spencer responded. "I'll tell Garcia to look."

My phone began to buzz and I looked down at the screen of my pink iPhone. The screen had the letters "DAD" written across it. I bit my cheek. My dad never called when he knew I was working. He'd always just send a text reminding me to come visit.

"Excuse me," I said as I got up. Spencer shot me a questioning look and I just shook my head, causing him to furrow his eyebrows with concern.

"Hello?" I spoke into the phone. I was surprised when I heard a female voice on the other end.

"Oh, Luna! I'm so glad you answered. It's Mrs. Turner.,"

"Oh, hi Mrs. Turner," I answered, unsure of what to think. Mrs. Turner was a sweet old lady who had been my father's neighbor for years now. She took care of me when I was sick as a child and my father was out working.

"Oh Luna, I'm calling because your father is sick and I have no idea who else to call. He's been running a fever all day and refuses to go to the hospital. I would stay with him but my kids are going to pick me up in a few hours. Is there any way that you can come over?" Her sweet voice asked.

"Of course. I'll be there soon," I replied. She thanked me and hung up the phone, leaving me to my thoughts. My dad had always been stubborn, refusing to see doctors. I sighed, hoping Hotch wouldn't get mad at me leaving. I walked back into the room to see the team gathered around the television.

"What's going on?" I asked, approaching them.

"Since the unsub is live again Garcia is sending us the signal." Rossi replied. I focused my attention on the screen.

"Look at what you did," the unsub spoke, kicking Alice. She shook, her body completely covered in bruises and dried blood. Her hair was matted with sweat and blood. You could see the cuts along her torso where her shirt was torn. "You brought the FBI into town. Well guess what. I've got a surprise for all of you." With that the screen went black.

"We just made things worse," JJ said softly. I felt conflicted, knowing I had to leave but knowing that this girl was out there being tortured.

"Hotch," I called out, motioning for him. He came over with a serious face, obviously concerned with what was happening. "I hate to do this but my father is sick and I really need to go see him."

"Of course, it's family. You should go," he responded. I thanked him and grabbed my stuff, ready to head out the door. "Wait. Spencer, go with Luna. The unsub knows we're here and it wouldn't be smart to go anywhere alone."

Spencer nodded and grabbed his things, following me out. The first words out of his mouth was the obvious question of what happened.

"My dad. He's sick and I need to go make sure he's okay," I replied. I explained during the car ride how my neighbor had been taking care of him but she couldn't stay longer. Soon enough we pulled into the familiar driveway. I looked at the house, a 3 bedroom house with a beige exterior. The garden in front was still in full bloom despite it being winter. But then again winter in California was barely winter at all. We walked up and I pulled out my keys, searching for the right one before unlocking the door.

"Mrs. Turner!" I called out as I set my stuff down on the sofa. The older woman appeared in the hallway followed by the tall figure of my father.

"Oh good you're here! Look at your father, I keep telling him to stay in bed but he just refuses!" She exclaimed, pointing the man behind her. I smiled before embracing him.

"Dad, you feel warm," I said as I pulled away. There was sweat coming down his forehead, signaling a high body temperature.

"Nonsense. I'm fine," he dismissed. "Spencer! Nice to see you," he called out.

"Nice to see you too Mr. Blanco," Spencer replied before taking a seat on the sofa. He'd been around this house enough to already have a favorite seating spot.

"Spencer, call me Rob. I've told you that you don't have to call me Mr. Blanco. Makes me feel old." Spencer smiled and apologized, making sure to call him Rob this time. I rolled my eyes at both of them.

"Oh my dear, I'm so sorry but I really must go," Mrs. Turner said before excusing herself and exiting the house. I sighed as I watched her walk away before turning back to my father.

"You. Lay down." I commanded, pointing towards the couch. He sighed exaggeratedly, already knowing how stubborn I'd be if he fought back. I went into the kitchen and grabbed a bowl of water and filled it with ice before grabbing some towels. I made my way back to the living room and soaked them, placing one on his forehead.

"You shouldn't be so stubborn about going to the doctor," I mumbled.

"What do you mean? I have a doctor right here, isn't that right Dr. Reid?" he replied, smiling at Spencer. Spencer grinned at his joke, revealing his dimples.

"We both know he's not that kind of Doctor," I chuckled at his humor. Even when sick he had a funny bone.

"So what have you two been up to? Should I be expecting grandchildren soon?" He jokingly asked and I turned red like always.

"We'll see about that, right Spence?" I responded, looking over at him. His face began to heat up as the blood spread to his cheek, causing his face to redden in embarrassment. It was cute to see him speechless.

"You two finally admitted you wanted to be with each other? About time," my father smiled, causing me to blush harder.

"Shut up," I mumbled. We spent the next 2 hours catching up, Spencer enjoying the banter that passed between us. For a while I forgot about the case and simply enjoyed the presence of the two men who meant the world to me. Well, I did until Spencer's phone rang.

"They just found Alice's body. The unsub is changing his M.O. He shouldn't have killed her this early," Spencer informed worry evident in his voice.

"Go. They need you. I'll meet up with you later. His fever is almost gone so I won't be long," I told him. He frowned at my response.

"But you don't have a car if I take it."

"Don't worry Spencer, I'll let her borrow mine," my father interjected. I gave him an appreciative look before getting up and leading Spencer to the door.

"Go," I said, practically having to push him out of the door. He opened his mouth to say something but I interrupted. "I'll be okay. I'll probably see you in an hour."

"Okay. Be safe." He said, pulling me into a hug. I relaxed against his body and let myself be comforted for that moment. He pulled away before pressing his lips softly against mine for just a moment.

"Maybe later we'll do some more of that," I smiled, pushing him towards the car. He simply smiled and waved before getting into the car, leaving me alone with my father. I closed and locked the door, making my way towards the sick man. He actually didn't look that sick anymore and his temperature was beginning to stabilize.

"You two remind me of your mother and I," my dad said with a smile on his face. My heart fluttered at the thought of having a love as pure as the one my parents had.

Spencer was a good man. One that I had come to love.


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