*Author's note* This story took a long pause. I knew where I wanted to take it, yet I couldn't see how to get there. I offer a brief catch up to the reader to get you back on the track of the story. Taryn Gillis has asked Reid to help work undercover with her team to possibly catch a rapist. The two are drawned to one another through a deep attraction. After yielding nothing but embarassment on the streets the team is pulled out of the field when it seems that a killer is on the loose. Slowly they piece together that the Rapist and killer are one. A young woman holds the key to this puzzling case. And that key opens the closet on some very dark, very scary family secrets.

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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 profiler's point of view. Having her mind set on the perfect one, she won't stop until she gets him. A rapist turned murderer is on the loose eluding Taryn's team and soon the case will land in Hotch's lap where 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.

Please enjoy and review.

Thank you

~Cinny


Chapter 9

Becky waited until Mona had fallen asleep before she made a move. The bottle of rum that Mona had brought to the bed with her was more than half way empty. Almost silently Becky slid the bottle back from the end of the nightstand. Mona didn't move. Her snoring continued as Becky got off the bed. She knew her mother would be asleep for quite some time from all the alcohol. Becky took a good look at her mother. She studied the woman who gave birth to her as if it would be the last time she saw her. The grotesquely heavy woman was lying flat on her back with one arm out to the side and the other under her head, taking up most of the bed with her girth. Becky didn't love Mona; she didn't even like this evil woman. Saying goodbye to her would be easy. Yesterday she wouldn't have even thought about leaving without Shane. Yet tonight she wouldn't miss him either. Becky never thought she would go without him or Dina.

Normally Becky was never this bold either. She took a huge chance getting out of the bed and slipping through the door. If Mona caught her, there would be hell to pay. Maybe even imprisonment with Dina. Becky sighed. Dina was the reason she couldn't sleep. The waif like girl who was Becky's older sister seemed to be clinging to life by a thread. And what Shane did… Shane, he was a monster just like Mona. How soon until he turned his attention onto her? Becky paused a moment. She stood just outside of Shane's bedroom. He was lying on the bed face down with his arm dangling from the edge. Becky looked at the bare back of the boy she once loved. She had to ask herself how she could have thought she loved him. It wasn't right for brother and sister to feel that way about each other yet she had cared about him. Now though the fear overrode any affection she had for Shane. Suddenly Becky knew that the time wouldn't come when Shane would turn his attention onto her. He already had. All this time he was priming Becky to be his, just like Dina. Becky was positive once Dina died she would be the next one in the cage, locked away to be tortured like an animal.

She crept past his bedroom and opened the door to her room slowly. The hinges squeaked in protest. A noise came from Shane's bedroom and Becky thought she had been caught. She quickly slid into the room and closed the door, her heart beat pounded in her chest, echoing in her ears. She waited unaware of how many moments ticked by. When it seemed that everything was once again quiet in the house Becky inched closer to the closet door. The door was closed once again and the t shaped stick was propped under the handle. Mona made sure Dina couldn't open it from the inside when no one was home or the family was in bed. Becky knew it was highly unlikely her sister would try to leave. The girl barely could stand let alone walk away from this hell hole.

They had a code set up where Becky would tap her foot on the floor three times and Dina would tap three times on the door. This way Dina knew it was safe and Becky was the one about to open the door. She hesitated worried about what she would find if she opened the door. She couldn't risk the code tonight. What if it woke Shane? What if it woke Mona? At this time Becky didn't know which was worse.

"What am I going to do?" She whispered.

Becky paced in the room for a long time before she pulled the stick away from the door. She held it tightly so it wouldn't fall and wake the others. Dina was curled into a ball, bloodied and naked. She didn't move when Becky stood over her.

"Dina?" There wasn't an answer from her sister and Becky tired again. "Dina, it's me." Becky tried to look closely at her sister. Her face was pointed towards the wall, her bare back facing Becky. Old scars from a belt littered the girl's skin and various stages of bruising seemed to cover every inch of the girl's tiny frame. The blood was the worst thing for Becky to see. It was on the walls, on the floor, on the girl, everywhere. She vaguely remembered pushing her feet into her sneakers, running until her lungs burned. She was far from the house when she realized she still held the stick. Repulsed, she tossed it into the creek before dropping to her knees.

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Bile rushed to the back of her throat. The image of Dina kept coming back to her like snapshots in her mind. Each time she would see the blood she would be hit with a new wave of nausea. Her head hurt as her stomach churned. The memory of the night that changed her life forever, lingered.

Becky didn't know when she woke from the dream. For a few minutes she felt like she was back in that house. One last image flashed into her mind, of her sister's face. It almost didn't fit the memories she was having. There in the closet Dina had rolled over and looked at Becky. The horrified look on her face brought tears to Becky's eyes. She tried unsuccessfully to rid the image but it continued to haunt her.

"Nate? Nate honey I'm going to be sick."

She rolled onto her side and put her hand out, expecting to feel his side of the bed. Instead she felt a wall. She ran her hand along it to the corner finding another wall above her head.

"No, oh God, no!"

Slowly she remembered what happened. Shane was there in the house. He hit here again. She put her hand on her head feeling the bump. She couldn't keep her stomach from turning any longer. Tears rolled down her face as she emptied the contents of her stomach onto the hardwood floor.

"Shane! Shane let me out of here!" She kicked and kicked until she was exhausted. Tears stung her eyes as they rolled down her cheeks.

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Mr. Voss anything you can tell us about Becky's brother Shane would be helpful." Prentiss handed the man a cup of coffee. His warm brown skin suddenly looked pale, ashen.

"Becky doesn't have a brother, she has a sister." He looked at Emily, confused. He turned his attention to Morgan. "There's someone out there claiming to be her brother?"

Morgan and Prentiss shared a knowing glance. Becky was keeping her family a secret.

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Taryn had returned from the dumpsite after searching every inch of the grounds and the house. No sign of Becky Voss or Shane Jansen. She found Reid writing on the white board in the BAU conference room. Gone was any hint of his alter ego. Taryn tucked her shirt into the waist band of her jeans. The t-shirt she wore fit like a glove and showed off her assets. Her jeans were snug in all the right places complementing her figure. This was how she was most comfortable. She wondered if Reid would find her attractive like this. Her eyes trailed down his body. His button down shirt was a little rumpled, his tie never laid flat and his slacks were heavily wrinkled. He appeared to have been sleeping fully dressed. Taryn knew that wasn't the truth. He hadn't been sleeping. In fact none of them had slept in a very long, long time. Instead of approaching him, she headed to the coffee pot, pouring a cup.

A few moments later Taryn stood in front of Reid. He was standing the same way as he was when she left. And Taryn wondered if he had moved a muscle. He didn't acknowledge her until she spoke. He jumped and she rushed to apologize.

Reid eased her mind. "No, it's okay. I should have been paying attention. I just didn't hear you come in."

"See anything?" Taryn gestured toward the board with the mug. Reid's eyes followed the mug like a dog following a bone. She noticed and waved it in front of him for a second. He seemed to be salivating over the coffee and she enjoyed torturing him a little.

"Not much. We know who the unsub is and we know where he lives but we have no idea where he is right now. Is that for me?"

Taryn held a cup up high. "You mean this?" She pulled it back and took a sip. His tongue darted from his mouth, sliding over his bottom lip and then disappeared into his mouth again. It was Taryn's time to salivate. How long had it been since they kissed? Too long was her only answer.

"Yes, this is for you." She handed him the mug and watched as he lifted it to his mouth. She couldn't help moving closer to him. She put her hand on the small of his back as she looked at the board.

Having her close to him was making him crazy. He wanted to take her into his arms and kiss her regardless of the fact that they were in the BAU. Her touch sent chills down his spine. He took another sip of his coffee and then handed her the mug again. She returned it to her lips, liking the intimacy of sharing food and beverages. She hoped that it wasn't just a familiar bond between them. She wanted him to need her like he did in the hotel. She wasn't about to complain though. This was nice, she was very happy with this close contact, but she also longed for desire. Only time would tell if they still had that spark.

Everyone was busy with their own work and for the most part they were alone in the bullpen area at the moment. Taryn could not resist any longer. She stood in front of him face to face and kissed him square on the mouth. Her fingers found his hair and she curled a strand around her index finger. Reid allowed her to initiate the kiss. It was soft and sweet for a heartbeats time. He just couldn't be satisfied with a closed mouth kiss. Not after the kisses they had shared before this one. He pulled his mouth away from hers enough to look into her eyes briefly. He could read in them that she wanted more and he was more than happy to give it. His tongue darted from his mouth, touching her lips. She responded by engulfing his mouth with her own. The coffee mug was trapped between their bodies, keeping them from moving closer. Taryn wished she had put it down, so she could wrap her arms around his neck. He gave her room to explore the inside of his mouth too and she took it greedily. The kiss was becoming very steamy and she knew if she didn't move away from him now they would get carried away. Quickly she stepped back. His face registered the confusion of her retreat. She smiled a reassuring smile. Reid returned the grin.

Jena stood at the railing of the bullpen. She was unable to tear her eyes away from the scene in front of her. Taryn Gillis kissed Reid. When he made the kiss passionate, Jena's face flushed in embarrassment. She couldn't move from the spot even when Taryn pulled away suddenly. The look on Spencer's face broke her heart, but then he smiled at Taryn. Jena had no idea these two had something going on. She was very shocked to see it happening here in the BAU. Taryn took a sip from the mug she was holding as she backed away from Spencer. Jena kept telling herself to move but her feet wouldn't go. Watching them together had her wishing she was the one up there in that room with him.

Taryn knew she should go. Knew if she didn't get out of there right now she would do something that could be very embarrassing for both of them. After being caught in the hotel, she wouldn't risk it again. She took another step towards the door. Her eyes locked onto his.

"Taryn?" Reid moved closer to her again.

"No Spencer, please. If you… I won't be able to stop myself."

He caressed her face, giving her one quick kiss before laughing. "I just wanted to ask you to leave the cup." He watched as her face changed from joy to sadness. "Don't feel like that. I want you to stay. I want to kiss you again and never stop. Just not here."

Taryn smiled at him as she handed him the coffee. "Would you like me to refill it?"

"No, this is perfect."

Taryn turned to leave and caught Jena standing there watching. The young woman ran from the room, her face red as a tomato.