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

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Thank you

~Cinny

Chapter 10

Shane moved around the room that he assumed would have been Becky's. It was a large enough room with a bathroom separating another bedroom that was the mirror image of this room. He chose this room because although it had been semi converted into a sewing room, small details like the single bed and vanity of a young girl remained. He considered the possibility that this was Rosalyn's room. After studying the changes made in the twin room he assumed it wasn't. The other bedroom had been completely transformed into an office, which was unnecessary since a fully functional office already existed downstairs. It was as if any hint that this was a child's room had disappeared much like Rosalyn.

Shane fiddled with the light switch, turning it on and off. He was disappointed that the FBI had found his place and he couldn't take Becky there. It would have been so rewarding to have her realize she was back at home. Maybe even tease her with the prospect that Mona was about to come into the room. Either way he didn't have much time left. They would be looking for her and soon they would figure it out. They would be too late of course.

"Hey sis this is a pretty nice house. I love the pool. It must have been nice growing up here."

"I didn't grow up here. I grew up back there at home with you and mother." She yelled through the door. Becky felt along the dark interior of the closet. She hoped she would find something to use as a weapon, but Shane had thought of that, the space was clear.

Shane listened to her moving around in the closet. He knew what she was trying to do and he smiled at his cleverness in emptying the space. "Save your strength sister, you're going to need it."

"Shane you have to let me out, I'm pregnant and I got sick." He didn't answer her. "Come on Shane, I'll do what you want! I'll tell them anything you ask me too!"

Shane moved to the door. Becky could see the change in the light pattern as he stood there. She pushed her body as far back as she possibly could, huddling against the wall. She wished she hadn't spoken to him.

"Too late sis, our dear departed mother is burning in hell where she belongs. The only thing I regret is I didn't get to start the fire that would send her there. But don't you worry none. I have our sendoff planned perfectly."

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Morgan passed back and forth in the room without realizing he was blocking the exit and treating Nate Voss like a suspect. "Mr. Voss, does Becky have any friends or acquaintances in the area that she would visit?"

Defensively Nate stood up, ready to go at Morgan with all of his strength if it came down to it. "No, I've already called her friends. No one saw her. Why isn't anyone trying to find her? Why aren't you out there looking for her? Y-you think I hurt her?"

Prentiss stepped between Morgan and Nate. "Mr. Voss please have a seat." When he did Emily took the chair across from him. "What do you know about Becky's family?"

"They're wonderful people. They love Becky as if she were… Oh my God! She told me her family was dead. The Pelletier's took her in when she was living on the streets."

"Where are they now?" Emily asked.

"I called them last night. They were going to try to come back from Paris this afternoon."

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The door to the closet opened. A bright light was aimed into her face and she had to close her eyes. "Come on out sis. Its okay you can come out. But I'm going to tell you now I not only have this flashlight pointed at your face, I also have the gun. If you try anything you can rest assured I will put a bullet in that pretty little face of yours."

Becky crawled out of the closet. She saw spots in front of her eyes from the light, making it hard to focus.

"There that is better. I never wanted to keep you in there like mommy did to Dina. You do remember our sister? You grew up with her too."

"What? What are you talking about? This is crazy. Shane, please someone will be home soon and then what?"

He grabbed a fist full of her hair, yanking her to her feet. "Your sister, that's what I'm talking about! You said you grew up in the house with me and Mona! Loyal little Becky, turned out to be an act in the end. You didn't give a damn about me or Dina! And now, now you don't even mention her!"

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! It's not like we had a real sister, she was locked up so much like an animal. Mona didn't want her and forbid us to talk about her, remember? I learned that lesson and so did you, at the end of Mona's belt."

"I shouldn't give you the gift I have for you. You're undeserving. Walk!" He shoved her forward, keeping a tight grip on her hair and gouging the gun into her ribcage.

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"Where did Becky grow up Mr. Voss?"

Nate gave them the address. Prentiss and Morgan stormed out of the room leaving a stunned Nate yelling, "What is it? What's the matter?"

"Hotch! We have an address!"

The team seemed to appear out of nowhere, each member gathering in the bullpen quickly. Jena I want you to stay behind with Mr. Voss. Garcia is here if you need any help. Reid, get Taryn's team together." When Hotch looked at him Reid was already on the phone.

"Shane's been looking for Becky for years. He must have been upset to find out about the life she lived." Prentiss told the team as they ran to the SUV's.

"And now he's going to live that life with her until someone tries to stop him." Rossi added.

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Shane had Becky handcuffed to a chair at her parents dining room table. He duct taped her feet to the legs. The table was set and a catered meal sat arranged on the plates. After being sick her stomach was empty. She smelled the food, longing for it even though she didn't want anything he offered her.

"I'll help you eat in a minute. I have something to do first." He left the room and Becky searched with her eyes for a way to get out of there. It seemed hopeless because if she moved he would hear her.

He came back a few minutes later with a couple of large gas cans.

Becky began to cry. "No, please don't do this."

He opened one of the cans and doused her with it. Becky screamed and sobbed uncontrollably.

He poured some of the gas onto his jeans and then dumped the rest around the room. When he joined her back at the table she pleased with him through heavy sobs.

"I want to go home, please let me go home."

He smiled at her. "You are home dear sister. Now stop crying and eat. He lifted a fork full of food to her mouth but she refused to take it. Rage coursed through Shane. He stood up quickly.

"You're just like that stupid sister of ours, refusing food when you desperately need it. Fine don't eat your last meal, we'll just get on with it then!"

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The team pulled up in front of the Pelletier's home. They exited the SUV"s as one. Morgan and Prentiss ran around the back of the house while Hotch, Rossi, and Taryn's partner Mike Polack went to the front door. Taryn, Lance Jones and Reid went in through the open garage. The smell of gas was pungent in the air making Reid hold his breath. He had seen a painter's cloth in the garage, hanging over a construction horse near the door to the yard. He ducked back out grabbing it before joining his team as they moved quietly through the house. He didn't know why he got it but a voice in his head said, "Take that."

Morgan, Mike and Prentiss stood in the family room while Reid, Taryn and Lance were in the kitchen. The rest of the team moved in behind them.

Shane saw them and screamed. "Don't come any closer! I swear I'll kill her."

Lance Jones whispered, "Morgan do you have a shot?"

"No! If we take him down the place will go up in flames." Morgan pointed at the candelabra Shane was holding."