The world we live in today is one ruled by technology. We pour our lives into our computers so that others can get to know us as well. This worked as an advantage to Reid. He needed to know more about Jenny. The UnSub would not have just taken her if he did not know her connection with Kelly. If he had waited for Jenny to walk out of the police station he would need to know roughly which way she would go. He was watching her as well as Kelly. He would have had to. They had always been together. Reid grabbed his coat and sent a message to Morgan explaining where he was going.

Reid got into the Ford and turned the key in the ignition. Before he had left he had written down the address from the file. Jenny's home was just a little way on the outskirts of town, but still wouldn't be very hard to find. He remembered the route that Morgan had driven when they had first driven to the house. The roads were quiet. People were staying in doors for the fear of a man kidnapping young girls. They don't always believe that the UnSub will stick to one kind of person.

It didn't take Reid very long to get to the house. He parked along the road and checked the address again before he got out of the car. The house looked very well kept and seemed like it was a nice place to grow up. Reid walked along the path towards the house. He looked up and down the street for places where the UnSub might have been able to park a car and not be noticed. But this was such a close-knit community it would be hard to sit in a strange vehicle because it would be noticed by the neighbours. So he wasn't in a car. He must have had some other vantage point.

Reid knocked lightly on the door. A couple of moments later Mr. Scott opened the door with a solemn look on his face. Reid could tell that he had not slept since she disappeared. Most parents didn't, Mr. Scott was no different. Reid looked at him with a kind face. "Mr. Scott? My name is Dr. Spencer Reid. I am a profiler with the FBI's Behavioural Analysis Unit. I was wondering if I could talk to you and maybe have a look around Jenny's room." Reid said. It almost sounded rehearsed, like he had done it many times before, in truth he had done it several times before.

Mr. Scott said nothing but open the door wide to allow Reid to come in. Reid flashed him a small smile then walked quickly past him into the house. It was a nice house that was well kept. Everything seemed to be arranged so that it was organised but still looked appealing to visitors. A nice environment to grow up in, at least on the surface. Everything was a nice cream or white colour to give the rest of the house a bit more light. But the worn brown of antique furniture complemented the white in all the right places.

Reid guessed that they liked an ordered life, and could imagine that they were confused now that something strange was thrown into the mix. Reid looked around and waited for Mr. Scott to settle. Mr. Scott walked past him and led him into the lounge. The same kind of organization could be found in this room as well as the others. Mr. Scott held out his arm towards a seat, offering Reid to take it. Reid smiled as sat down on the seat. It was comfy and he could see most of the lounge from it.

"Can I get you something to drink? Tea? Coffee?" Mr. Scot asked, his voice still shaking slightly. Reid nodded.

"Coffee would be fine. Two sugars, if that's alright." Reid said. Reid sat down on the sofa while Mr. Scott went to the kitchen to make the drinks. Reid noticed a collection of photographs on a unit opposite him. Reid rose and walked over to them. He looked at the kitchen doorway to see if Mr. Scott was coming back. Reid leaned over and studied them closely. They were all of Jenny and her father. They were smiling in every photograph. But there were none of the mother. Mr. Scott walked into the room balancing a tray in his arms. Reid turned around to face him.

Mr. Scott placed the tray on the table and he looked at what Reid had been looking at. "Those were some of our happier times." Mr. Scott commented. Reid walked over and took up his cup of coffee. He took a sip, and then placed it back down. Mr. Scott seated himself down on the sofa. Reid sat down on the other side of sofa.

"I noticed that there are no pictures of Mrs. Scott." Reid said. Mr. Scott nodded his head, as though he had often been asked that question many times before. He took a sip of tea before he answered.

"She died. It was a while ago. Jenny has no distinct memories of her, so I don't put the pictures up that would upset her." Mr. Scott explained. Growing up, Jenny only had her father a role model. That would explain why she is so tough and resilient. Reid smiled and took another quick sip of his coffee while his eyes darted around.

"Mr. Scott, if you don't mind I would like to have a look in Jenny's room." Reid said. Mr. Scott nodded but said nothing. Reid stood up and walked over to the stairs.

At the top of the stairs there were four doors. Reid took a peek in the first one on the left. It was the master bedroom. It was adorned with a double bed and a chest of drawers. There was not a lot in there, so there was not a lot of value in there. The first door on the right was an office, presumably where Mr. Scott would work when he had to bring his work home with him or spent the day at home rather than the office. It had a wrap around desk that covered the majority of two walls then filing cases were on the wall across from that. It was still just as organised as the rest of the house.

Reid walked further along, until he came to the last room. Jenny's room. He opened the door and took a couple of steps into the room. The walls were a neutral colour to match the downstairs hall. There was nothing that obviously stood out, so she kept to herself and could sometimes not be very trusting. The duvet on the bed was a slightly green shade of white and the pillowcases matched. There was a single cuddly toy placed in front of the pillow. It was a worn teddy bear, presumably from her childhood.

In the corner of the room there were a couple of bookcases that were covered in books. Reid walked over and scanned over the titles. The first bookcase housed the normal fiction books that one would expect in a young adult's room. There were books like Nancy Drew and Harry Potter. But on the other bookcase there was a noticeable contrast in the manner of the books. One the other bookcase there were books on Psychology and Criminology. Reid noticed that Jenny had the study that Gideon had published, as well as books on serial killers and analyses of the criminal mind.

Reid walked over to her desk and saw that she was enrolled in a forensic psychology and criminology course. That explains the books. Reid thought to himself. He flicked through the files that were on her desk, but they were all just school work. Reid looked at the laptop that was in the centre of the desk. He put a pair o rubber gloves on and lifted it up gently. The screen was black. Reid moved the mousse and the screen popped up with a password. Reid sighed, he didn't know enough about Jenny to be able to guess the password and they didn't have time for him to get it wrong. Reid walked quickly back down the stair to Mr. Scott who was still in the lounge.

"Do you know what the password is for Jenny's laptop?" Reid asked.

"Autumn. That's her favourite season." Mr. Scott said. Reid nodded thanks then rushed back up to the laptop. He typed in the password and her main screen came up. There was a word document open on the task bar of the screen. Reid clicked it; It was an essay that she had been working on. Reid clicked around and came up with her history. Reid noticed that she only went to relatively the same sites that would help her with her studies and checked her email.

Reid went to the internet and found her email. He used the same password and managed to access her account. There were a lot of emails from Kelly, and from the local police department where she volunteered from time to time. There were no strange emails at all. Reid sat down in defeat. He was hoping that something would have come up. Then he noticed the subject of one of the emails from Kelly. Reid opened it and read through it.

Kelly was telling Jenny that there was some man that kept driving past her house. She had thought it was just a joke or someone that was visiting another person on the street. Reid read Jenny's response. She had told Kelly to take a photo of the car and send it to her. Kelly had refused saying that Jenny always assumed the worst. She was right that time. Reid thought. So there was warning that someone was watching Kelly. It was premeditated which meant that the UnSub was an organised offender. That fit with the rest of the classic profiler of a sadistic killer.

Reid opened the later emails to see if there was any other mention of this unknown vehicle. For a few days they talked about expected things that friends would talk about. Kelly was trying to get Jenny to flirt more with boys, and they talked about what they were going to do each weekend. Then on the day before Kelly went missing she sent Jenny an email saying that she had made plans for that evening and that if her father called to tell him that she was there. Jenny had reluctantly agreed and Reid could tell by her language that it was not the first time that she had to cover for Kelly. Reid wondered if Jenny had told the police that.

Reid thought back to the files that he had read that the officers had taken the day the Jenny and had gone missing. They had only take her statement about the last time she had seen her and how she had come across the body. They had noted that she had been to upset to answer any further questions at that time and was going to come back at a later date. That was why they had not mention that she had known she was being followed and had plans the night that she had disappeared.

There were no emails from her after that date, which would be why Mr. Milton had reported her missing. So the police wouldn't have had a lot of time to question Jenny before she found her body. But there was still that window of time. He wondered why the police had failed to establish from Jenny that she was out that night. Surely Mr. Scott would have told them that she was not at their house.

Reid closed the computer and took his gloves off as he walked back downstairs deep in thought. Mr. Scott was washing out their cups in the kitchen when Reid found him. "Mr. Scott, during the week between when Kelly was reported missing to when Jenny found her body, why were the police not able to question Jenny." Mr. Scott turned to look at him. At first he had a puzzled look on his face then he remembered.

"Jenny left the next morning to go on a school trip to some conference for her course. She hadn't gotten back until the day before…." Mr. Scott couldn't finish. Reid didn't know what to say.

"I am sorry. We will find her. Thank you for your time." Reid said. Mr. Scott sat on the sofa crying, Reid left him. Reid showed himself out and climbed back into the car. Reid had one more stop before he would head back to the police station.