Author's Note:

No, I am not ignoring Savior From The Grave.

Okay, maybe I am. But it's not my fault my writer's block for that particular story is really strong! I have the far future planned, not the close future! Nor do I have any cover ideas! Alas, I am starting the next chapter, but it could be a while before I post it...

And I don't post one but two. Gotta love that end-of-writer's-block craze! Naturally, that means my will to write will be dying, but I promise to write as much as I can.

This chapter is going wherever it goes. I have no major control over the flow of ideas except for one or two ideas. My subconscious is leaking and my hands are obeying its command while my writer habits take control of fixing typos and spelling errors...and I don't write much. C'mon me...

I really need to learn better time management.

Aryanna winced in pain as Master Vejovis finished the last stitch on her arm. He had saved the deepest gash for last, knowing the pain would be close to unbearable. It took all of Aryanna's remaining strength to not scream directly, but to let her voice out in smaller yelps and cries. So far it worked.

Master Vejovis smiled, raising his scissors with a flair as he snipped the thread. "There. Finished!"

"At last. I have been waiting for two hours," Father Jupiter said from the shadows, catching Master Vejovis and Aesculapius off guard. Neither had seen nor heard their leader's arrival in the dimly lit basement.

Aesculapius stood slowly, picking up whatever medical supplies were his on the floor. "Should we...leave?"

Father Jupiter's voice smiled. "Yes, that would be greatly appreciated. Thank you, Aesculapius, Master Vejovis. Your services are no longer necessary at this time."

Master Vejovis nodded, his aged smile turning into aged serious straight lips. He put a hand on Aesculapius' shoulder as he rose from picking up the medical supplies he had on the floor. "Come, Aesculapius. There is still much I must teach you."

The younger man followed the old healer, who paused on his way out to speak a few hushed words to Father Jupiter, who nodded and returned a few more hushed words before dismissing the healers.

Once the door closed, Father Jupiter stepped into the light as he seductively said, "Hera..."

Aryanna's eyes widened as she took in the form of Father Jupiter. He was tanned well, with handsome facial features and sun-bleached blonde hair that was cropped at his chin. His eyes were a bright blue, much like Sean's had been. His thin lips were curved with the ghost of a smile, one that just barely hinted at his eyes. He wore a white T-shirt beneath a sky blue plaid short-sleeve button-down left unbuttoned and untucked from his khaki shorts. Aryanna couldn't believe who she was looking at.

"H-h-h-Harvey?" Aryanna stuttered, frightened.

Father Jupiter smiled. "It's Father Jupiter now, but yes. Hello, Aryanna."

Aryanna shook her head in shock. "But...how could you?! You and I were friends!"

"And who is your foster child now? Ah yes, that's right: Savannah Matthews. You know, Erika's death was a test, but Sean's death was intentional murder. Be lucky it will never happen to you. And it may just happen to Savannah and your husband, James." Father Jupiter quickly added, "Oh wait, I mean Persephone and Zeus. Your real identities don't matter in 'the temple.'"

Aryanna simply stared at her old family friend. He'd disappeared six years ago following the murder of his wife and the discovery of his daughter's being terribly physically abused...

Father Jupiter smiled, stepping forward more so he was a foot in front of her. He knew she'd figured it all out. "Yes, I did. It was so much fun. Now I get to do that to you."

Aryanna was hyperventilating as he grasped the key he held in his hand and slipped it in the lock on her manacles. As soon as they clicked open and released her, Father Jupiter was catching her and tying her wrists behind her with thick rope. Then, he picked her up as if she were nothing (which was probably the way he felt about her now, too) and carried her from the basement upstairs to a beautifully decorated bedroom with white walls, tan carpeted floor, detailed mahogany furniture, and several golden lamps. Aryanna panicked as Father Jupiter laid her on the bed in the far corner. As he laid on top of her, he started to press his lips to hers, but she moved her head away, not wanting this to be happening. Father Jupiter grew annoyed, and proceeded to press his lips to hers again, but she kept moving her head away. The more this continued, the more annoyed and frustrated Father Jupiter grew. Finally, he raised his hand and brought it down quick and hard, slapping her across the face. Tears formed in her left eye as the left cheek burned and grew hot from the brute force exerted in his blow.

"Now stop moving," Father Jupiter growled, and he kissed her. Aryanna remained still, feeling an overwhelming sense of déjà vu. It had been five years since she let anyone kiss her that she didn't trust. Now it was by someone she knew, and this someone now had homicidal tendencies.

Aryanna closed her eyes as Father Jupiter removed his clothes and, using a switchblade he pulled from his pocket, slit her dress up the middle. He put the switchblade on the bedside table before slowly sliding her black panties off and snapped her bra before proceeding to rape her. Aryanna noticed how little he seemed to care about her body, fully taking advantage of it. The fear that took control of her mind wrapped itself tightly around her as Father Jupiter wrapped himself around her. All Aryanna could do was let him rape her and pray it would be over soon.

Meanwhile...

James sighed as David sat in the doctor's office in the hospital (the sign on the door read "Dr. Mason Stone, MD"), a to-go cup of coffee in his hands. James himself stood not too far away, close to the door in case Savannah needed him. He wanted to give her his all even more than usual, most likely due to the depressing fact that Aryanna wasn't there with him to obsess over Savannah. The doctor who dominated the office was with Savannah, allowing the team and James to use his office for the time being.

Aaron sighed. "So, Rossi, you think you know who our unsub is?"

David nodded. "Our Father Jupiter is Harvey Matthews."

James' eyes widened. "He was a family friend of Aryanna's as well as a friend of Sean's."

David raised his eyebrows. "He is also Savannah's biological father."

James nearly fell to the floor. "What?!"

David nodded. "Savannah's case went cold because her father - the murderer of her own mother - disappeared. I am almost certain it is him."

Aaron said, "There's only one way to confirm it with the people we have here."

David nodded slowly and sadly. "Savannah needs to somehow identify his voice."

James braced himself against the wall as the doctor - evidently Dr. Stone - re-entered the office with a file, clipboard, and small stack of papers. "Who here is James Meyes?"

James raised his hand.

Dr. Stone handed him the paperwork. "If you sign these top pages, Savannah can be released."

James was about to sign them when Derek asked, "Wait - where are we showing her the video? If we show her back at the house, she might faint again and be brought back here."

JJ nodded. "Morgan has a point. If we showed them while she was here still she could be treated more quickly."

"IF it's necessary," David added.

James set the pen back down on the clipboard, handing it back to Dr. Stone. "Looks like I'll sign those later."

Dr. Stone nodded. "Is there anything I can do to help? This isn't the first time I have been with you all."

Spencer entered the office. "Oh, hey Dr. Stone."

"Dr. Reid! What a pleasant...nevermind. This isn't all that pleasant actually," Dr. Stone said, shaking Spencer's hand.

Spencer shook his head. "Not really, no, unfortuantely."

"How's Amy doing? How much has she recovered?" Dr. Stone asked as he set the clipboard down on his desk and began to sift through papers.

"Pretty well, complaining often enough, but she's recovering from it all very well," Spencer relayed.

Dr. Stone smiled. "That's wonderful. I don't mean to sound rude or cruel, but if I ever have to see her again, I hope she's either walking or on her way into surgery to walk again. It's a shame when someone her age loses that treasured ability."

"Agreed," Aaron said, then asked, "Now, is there anywhere we can privately show Savannah the video?"

Dr. Stone set down his papers and looked to the ceiling. "I can possibly get a VCR and hook it up to the television in here for you."

"That would be greatly appreciated. Thank you, Dr. Stone," Aaron said.

Dr. Stone nodded. "Let me get that and I'll also get Savannah in here for you as well. It shouldn't take me long."

Aaron nodded, and David said, "Thanks, Doctor."

Dr. Stone nodded and left the room holding a ring of keys he took from his pants' pocket.

James closed his eyes and hung his head. "Are you sure we're doing the right thing? I don't want to hurt Savannah by making her watch the video."

"You don't have to be in here with us, James," David said. "You can leave the room if you want."

James shook his head. "It's not me I'm worried about, David. It's how Savannah will react to it all. The video's unbelievably graphic for a child her age. How can we be sure she can handle it?"

"Because she's lived something similar and survived," David said. "James, you really don't know her case, do you?"

James opened his eyes and shook his head.

David sighed and walked over to him slowly. "James... The abuse that went on in her birth family's household should have killed her. Almost everyone bone in her body had been broken at least twice, she was extremely underweight, and when we found her finally she was bound, gagged, unconscious, and left for dead next to the body of her mother, Carina Blaire-Matthews. It was clear she was dying of blood loss, had a severe concussion, and the extent of her wounds at the time were unknown. Once in the hospital, it was declared she was bruised to the extremes, had open cuts covering just about every inch of her skin, and there were plenty of old scars from past abuse as well. One thing was also certain: there had been sexual assault as well."

"Good God!" James cried.

David nodded. "I know. To top it all off, when she finally regained consciousness, she remembered none of it. She only remembered who she was and the basics, but nothing else about her past. It wasn't amnesia, though, nor brain damage."

James closed his eyes. "It was self-hypnosis."

Everyone looked at him as if he was insane.

James opened his eyes and sighed. "If someone is over-traumatized, they can tell themselves to forget it and, if done so with enough strength, can hypnotize themselves into forgetting anything they want to forget. I've tried before, but to no success. I clearly remember what I wished to forget." When everyone looked at him with curious eyes, James shook his head. "I...it's not important."

With that, Savannah and Dr. Stone re-entered the room with the VHS player and Garcia, who carried the dreaded VHS tape itself.

Sorry this is so short. It should even out next chapter.