Regina broke the silence that lasted all night. "Uhhhhh," she said. She let her head fall to the table. Hotch, Morgan and Reid all looked over at her. She threw up her hand and waved. Hotch, head resting on his hands behind him, smiled. Morgan, leaning back in the chair chuckled. Reid, standing at the white board, continued to stare at it.

"Reid," Hotch asked. "How many books are published in year?"

"In the whole world?" Hotch nodded. "Thousands."

"Great. And all we gotta do is find one," Morgan observed.

Regina stood and walked over to the evidence board. "You know, I can see this unsub getting our phone numbers and addresses from the Bureau personnel files, but come on, man, it really says in there that Gideon digs Nellie Fox?"

"Or that JJ collect butterflies, and you collect Shakespeare?" Hotch finished.

Morgan shook his head in disbelief. "I didn't even know these things about us."

Regina agreed. "We all have our secrets."

There was a pause as Hotch, Morgan and Regina contemplated. Reid was looking at a note. "Ever would it be night, but always clear day to any man's sight."

"Not with the poem from the music box, man, please," Morgan begged.

"There's something familiar about it... I think I've heard it somewhere before."

Regina frowned. "So... You have Eidetic memory."

"That's only primarily related to thing's I've read... I think I've heard this."

"Which leaves us...?" Hotch prompted.

Regina glared. "Nowhere."

"Not necessarily." The four agents turned and saw Gideon standing at the doorway. "What's the first thing we'd look at if we didn't have all these clues?"

"Victimology," Hotch answered, nodding.

Regina grabbed the remote and brought up a picture of Rebecca Bryant onto the screen.

Gideon turned to Morgan. "Missing out of South Boston, Virginia. You can get there in a few hours if you hurry. Take JJ. Find out everything there is to know about this girl."

Morgan and Hotch walked out of the room.

"What do you want us to do?" Regina asked.

"Keep working on the code. And study the UnSub."

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Regina walked into the Round Table Room with two coffees. Reid was staring at the board. He had written: Possible Book Titles.

"Reid?" Regina raised her eyebrows and shrugged. "How the hell are we supposed to do this?"

He turned to face her. "Thousands of books published every year. This is impossible." He stopped. "Year ... every year." He moved to the Nellie Fox card and stared at it intently. "1963." He turned to Regina. "What year is Nellie Fox important to Gideon?"

Regina thought. "19...59?" She realised what he was getting at. "So why the 1963 card?" She followed Reid out of the room. "Finally."

She follows him onto the platform. "Oh, Reid... I'll catch up. I need to grab something."

She heads back to the Round Table Room. She finds Hotch hanging up his phone. "Hey," she moves to her jacket and pulls out her meds. She uncaps and takes out two.

"How are you feeling?"

She smiles. "Fine." After taking a sip she looks at him. "You don't need to keep asking me that."

He nodded.

Reid walked in. "We need to find a connection between all these things," he said. "Think Garcia's up and running?"

"One way to find out."

When they arrived at her office, Garcia was working furiously. "This guy is good. Giles was just a smokescreen and I should have seen that!"

Regina glanced over her shoulder at the screen. "Sir Kneighf? Kneighf? That looks familiar."

Reid looked at it. "It's an unusual spelling."

Garcia glared at them. "Do you need something?"

Regina stepped back. "A database. Listing all books published in a given year."

"Individual publishers have lists... but there's not like a master one... Besides, the further back you go, the less likely there are records."

"1963?" she asked.

"Extremely less likely."

Regina sighed and looked to Reid.

"Can you search this?" Reid asked. "Never would it be night, but always clear day to any man's sight."

" 'The Parliament of Fowls' by Geoffrey Chaucer."

"FOWELS! My mom used to read it to me." Reid moves away from the two women. He began thinking and speaking rapisly. "Chaucer. Chaucer, "Parliament of Fowles." Fowles, "Parliament of Fowles," Chaucer. Has to be at least 283 pages long, but the poem has to be longer."

"Published in 1963," Regina added.

"A butterfly indigenous to Great Britain. Why?"

"Sharkespeare was born in Britain."

"So something born, something from Great Britain... Medieval. Medieval, Chaucer. Chaucer was Middle English. Middle English spelling of the

word 'Fowles ...'"

Regina frowned. "Wasn't there a writer...?"

"JOHN FOWLES! There was a contemporary British author -- John Fowles. Will you type it into a search engine?" he asked Garcia, getting excited.

" 'The Magus', 'The French Lieutenant's Woman'...

"Specifically 1963 in Great Britain?" Regina asked, trying not to let her excitment show as much as Reid, who was practically bouncing across the room.

" 'The Collector'."

Reid and Regina looked at each other. "The Collector," they said together.

Garcia pulled up a cover. "Oh, spooky."

The cover has a picture of a skeleton key, a lock of yellow hair and a pale coloured moth. They stare at it in amazement.

Regina grabs a piece of paper and a pen and followed Reid and Garcia out of the room. They ran into Gideon and Hotch in the hall. Reid told them what they found out.

"And... Sir Kneighf is an anagram for-"

An agent ran up before she could tell them. "There's a call... he says he's the unsub."

Hotch looked at him. "Did he leave a name?"

"The Fisher King?" Regina asked.

The Agent looked at her surprised. "Exactly." He smiled.

"In mythology, the Fisher King is the Grail King," Reid explained as they walked to the bullpen.

"We have a tap and trace," Hotch said.

Gideon pressed speaker phone. "Gideon."

"What I had to do was not my fault."

"Excuse me?"

"It was distasteful and barbaric."

"Who is this?"

"No one else had to be hurt."

"Call yourself "The Fisher King"?"

"I told you there were rules."

"I'm actually more interested in exactly how you got all those burns."

"Remember this next time you decide to step outside my instructions. Agent Greenaway did not have to die like that."

The line went dead. The team looked at one another, shocked.

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Regina rubbed her eyes. Hotch and Gideon had driven to the hospital, and, whilst Garcia was helping Reid with the book code, Regina tried calling JJ and Morgan.

"Come on. Pick up... Pick up."

After an hour, Regina got through. "JJ, put me on speaker."

"Hey, princess...Don't tell me. Reid already figured it out, and we drove all the way out here for nothing, right?"

"Derek ..."

"What?" Regina paused. "What?"

"The -- the unsub ... Elle was shot in her apartment this morning.

Regina heard tyres screech. "What?"

"What are you doing?" JJ asked

"What's going on?"

"I'm going back."

"No, no, no. Hotch said not to."

"I don't give a damn what Hotch said."

"But, Derek, he's right. There's nothing we can do at the hospital, okay? But maybe we can find the unsub through -- through her, through the victim's profile, through Rebecca," JJ tried.

"How bad?"

"She's in surgery. That's all they know. As soon as I know, you will too."

She hung up and walked to the Round Table Room. She looked at the board. It read: The path to the end/ began at his start./ To find her first calm/ her long broken heart./ She sits in a window/ with secrets from her knight/ Is it adventure that keeps/ him out of her sight?"

"Another puzzle?" she asked.

"A riddle," Reid said. His eyes suddenly grew wide.

"What?" He reaches for the phone. "Reid, what?"

"I know how the unsub knows all this stuff about us... I need to be connected to the field office closest to Las Vegas, Nevada, immediately." There is a slight pause. "Hi. This is Dr. Spencer Reid at the Behavioral Analysis Unit at Quantico. Look, I need my mother picked up and brought to Virginia in protective custody as soon as possible. We're searching for an unsub who shot one of our agents today, and I think he might know my mother, and I believe she may be in danger." Reid looks at the two women for a second. He lowers his voice. "Yes. She's at the Bennington Sanitarium in Las Vegas. Her name's Diana Reid. She's a patient there." Regina and Garcia look at each other, before Regina leaves the room.

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Regina wiped the water that she had splashed on her face off with a towel. She stared at herself in the mirror. Grabbing a stran of hair, she began toying with it. Toying and staring; toying and staring... Toying and staring... She pulled up her sleeve and stared at the scars. She moved back from the mirror to view as much of her body as possible. Holding one arm across her stomach, and the other facing out, she gasped. "Damage," she mouthed.

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Before going to her office, Garcia set in search for Regina. She found her in the bathroom, staring blankly at the mirror.

"Reg?" Regina looked to her and smiled, pulling down her sleeve. Garcia noticed some scarring. "You ok?"

Regina nodded. "How's Reid?"

"He's ok... A little... Are you?" Regina frowned. "Ok?"

She nodded. "I'm just tired... I've been working my butt off for the last three days?" She smiled and walked out of the room.

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Reid was sitting at his desk when Regina walked in. "Coffee?" she asked, walking over to the kitchenette. He followed her. She looked back at him. "She's okay -- your mom. Agents picked her up. She's flying here right now."

"I forgot she used to always read me this poem. It's funny, huh?"

Regina raised an eyebrow as she put on the coffee. "Funny?

"Should have realized sooner than that. Nobody knows things like the fact that JJ collects butterflies except for me. People tell me their secrets all the time. Think it's 'cause they know I don't have anyone to betray them to ... except my mother. I ... I tell her pretty much everything."

Regina shook her head. "I don't think anyone would mind."

"Do you know that I write her a letter every day?"

She smiled. "That's... really nice."

Reid shrugged. "It depends on why I write her."

She handed him his coffee. "What do you mean?"

"I write her letters so I won't feel so guilty about not visiting her." Regina never realised how small the youngest agent could look. "Did you know that schizophrenia is genetically passed?"

She tiltled her head and took his hand in hers. She smiled, though she could feel tears. "I have bipolar." She moved her arm out of sight from others and should him the scars. "If you need me... If I need you... Kay?"

Reid smiled, grateful. "Thanks."

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Reid was pouring himself his third coffee since Regina moved up to the Round Table Room when his mother was escorted in by two agents.

"That's why you're so skinny... too much coffee," she stated. "You know, I'm terrified of flying."

"I'm trying to protect you. I need to show you something. Follow me." He led her up the steps to the Round Table Room. Regina was tidying the scattered photographs and papers on the desk. "Regina. This is my mother, Diana Reid. Mom, this is my friend I work with, Regina."

"It's so great to meet you. Spencer speaks so highly of you." Diana just nodded.

She gasped. "The table's round."

"Just like I wrote you." She reaches out for the skeleton key. "No, mom, that's evidence. You can''t touch the evidence."

"Um, we need to show you something." Spencer nodded and Regina turned on the DVD.

"I know that voice," Diana said. "It's Randall Garner."

Garcia walked in. "I got to the end of the IP string... Sir Knieghf is Rebecca Bryant's biological father... Randall Garner."

"I'll call Hotch." She exits the room.

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Hotch looked at the name on the screen. "Got anything?"

"Randall Garner, the victim's biological father. What do we do?"

"Wait, I'll be right there."

"Kay." She paused. "Hotch? Are you ok?"

"Not now... I'll be right there."

On the other end of the line, Regina frowned.

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The team regrouped.

"He thinks we're all modern day knights of the round table," Reid said.

"Excuse me," Diana interrupted.

"No, mom..."

"Someone delivered this to me." She took out a photograph. "There's an address on the back."

Regina took the photo. "Shiloh, Virginia... that's ten miles from here."

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Randall Garner died. They saved Rebecca Bryant.

Elle woke up, out of the woods. Gideon sat with her.

Garcia put her computers back together with Morgan helping her.

JJ cleaned away the evidence.

Reid went with his mother to Vegas.

Hotch spent the night cleaning the blood from Elle's apartment, not content with going home.

Regina stood in her bathroom, in front of the mirror, her hair damp. Beside her was a magazine, a scissors and hair dye.

A/N Finally Season 2