Two weeks later I`m back at the BAU! And it seems that as soon as I get settled in I`m being rushed back into a case.

"Twenty-seven year old female, dismembered. She`s the third dismembered body to appear like this," JJ says, showing the photos up on the screen.

"Like what?" Morgan asked.

"Sawed, not cut," I say.

"Yeah, it appears he used a dull object; maybe a very dull and small blade," Reid finishes.

"And the women have defensive wounds; they were alive and struggling," Hotch says.

The rest of the team seems to flinch at that.

On the plane we all brainstorm some more and come up with a few similarities. We find that all of the women were slef-employeed. Actually, they each owned either a daycare or pre-school program. This makes us think that the guy has a kid in one of the daycare places. Despite the bad circumstances, I`m excited to be back to work and out of the hospital.

I`m back up to 98 pounds and I haven`t thrown up in ten days. I decided to tell the team this on the plane ride. They were happy about it. Reid grinned happily, Uncle Jason hugged me and seemed ready to cry, Morgan pat me on the back and Garcia congratulated me over speaker phone. I felt like I was bragging a little, and about something that most people don`t even have a problem with at all, but it was good to have friends who understood that I needed to brag.

Then we got to Austin. And thats where the trouble started. That night I called Reid and invited him into my room. I couldn`t stop thinking about my dream! We played chess for a long time and I started to drink. I never really have before in my life, besides a glass of wine here or there or a drink or two at a party. I told him about my past, the one other time that I drank and what happened. I told him about how I was the only sixteen year old at the college party, about how somebody slipped something in my drink, and about how three guys took me to their car. One drove around while the other two raped me. I`d never told anyone that before.

When I`d finished telling my story, I smiled at Reid. He was still sober, but I kissed him and tried to take his pants off. He stopped me.

"We have to tell. This is probably what triggered your eating disorder," he said softly. I didn`t want to hear it.

The last thing I remember is getting up and walking into the bathroom to throw up, not by choice this time, but because of the alcohol.