A/N- The plot thickens! Thanks too my reviewers. I just wanna give a shout out to . I love my long reviews and I would have replied last chappy but ya beat me by a couple of minutes. Don't worry, I haven't forgot about Hotch, Maggie and Daddy Porter. Next Chapter guys :)

On the way out of the room Morgan flagged down Allison.

"Dr Mack said you'd be speaking to Daisy." she said with some uncertainty.

"No need to worry, sweetheart. Just some routine questions, to make sure everyone comes out of this whole mess safely." Frank said.

"I understand." And she did.

"Can you take us to her?" Asked Morgan.

"Sure."

On the way down the hall, Frank felt a little uncomfortable. Moaning and screetching swelled in the hall way. Laughter too, but not a pleasent kind of laughter. It was amplified in his mind, the place giving him the creeps. Morgan's mind was only filled with anger. Anger at her doctors for not passing on the letters. Anger at her for taking his friend hostage.

Still on their way, Morgan realized he knew nothing about Miss Daisy Lilac. He was a professional... He should know better than this. His mind was going at 100 times an hour though. This was no regular case.

Suddenly they stopped at a door, upon realizing it was Daisy's, Morgan realized he needed to ask some questions.

"Is there anything we should know about Miss Lilac?"

Allison gave it some thought.

"Well, she grew up in Kentucky as Shoshanna Prejektorinski. She's 24, she worked as a stripper before coming here. She can be a bit... troublesome, at times. She talks to everyone but doesn't seem to get along with anyone. Well, apart from Valencia. They're like sisters, but even they have their problems at time."

"What's she in here for Allison?" Frank asked inquizitively.

"She's a manic depressive. She often suffers flashbacks. Her mother would keep her locked in a closed for days on end and her step father abused her. She ended up coming in here after trying to electrocute herself in the bath. You uh, you might want to be careful..."

"Is she dangerous?" Morgan asked.

The girl went bright red. Allsion was quiet a private girl. Always dressed in conservative clothes and hadn't done anything more naughty than kiss her boyfriend in public. She hated explaining things like this, but more than that, she hated hating it. She was an adult, afterall.

"No, it's not that. Daisy suffers from...Hypersexuality. She's what we would have once called a Nymphomaniac."

Frank tried to hide a smirk at the girls discomfort, and Morgan settled with an "Oh."

Allison asked if they were ready and Morgan said yes. Allison knocked at the door.

"Hello?" Allison asked. Daisy looked up from where she was sitting on her bed, painting her toenails. She barely registered Allison.

Making her way towards the three, or more specifically, the one, she smiled.

"Well hello, handsome" She said in Morgans direction. It was now his turn to shift uncomfortably.

"The FBI are here to see you Daisy." Said Allison. Daisy was now standing infront of them.

"FBI huh? I'd make a crack about female body inspection, but that would be naughty." She said in a cheeky voice, now running a finger down Morgans chest.

"Daisy..." Allison warned, her cheeks getting red.

"Allison." She said her name in a matter of fact voice. "You're such a prude, you know that? If you lost the cardigan and let your hair down every once and a while, you'd be pretty doable."

At this point, Frank could feel the embarrassment radiating off Allison and felt slightly sorry for her. Besides, Frank thought, she was plenty doable. Not that he would ever betray his wife.

"I think we have it from here." Said Morgan, releiving Allison as she made her escape.

For a moment Daisy just looked to Morgan with lust and Morgan looked from her to Frank wondering what to do. Much to Morgan's thanks Frank saved him from the situation.

"Daisy, we're here about Valencia."

Suddenly she pulled back her hand as if Morgan was contaminated.

"V?" Said Daisy in a sad voice.

The two men said nothing but made their way into the room. Daisy resumed her previous postion on the bed, but this time she pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them.

"Is she... Okay?"

Morgan thought it best to not relay the whole scenario. Instead he went with;

"That's what I'm here to make sure of Daisy."

Frank noted that she looked just like any other 20 something. She was gorgeous. Her medium length blonde hair touched her shoulders and it suited her perfectly. She was volumptious, Frank thought, before internally slapping himself for noticing such a thing.

"What do you want to know?" Asked Daisy.

Frank was standing in the corner of the room while Morgan sat across from Daisy on what was presumably Valencia's bed.

"What can you tell us about Valencia?" Morgan prompted gently.

"She's like a little sister to me. Too smart for her own good though. Doesn't like to get dressed up or nothin', but she's still beautiful. I can't believe she's done something like this. Thing about Valencia is... She's pretty much a nun. Wouldn't do anything bad."

Frank walked over to a shelf and picked up a photoframe. In it was Daisy and a red headed girl he recognized from the case files. Daisy looked like she was having the time of her life but the other girl just had a sheepish smile on her face. Still, it was the most alive Frank had seen Valencia in any of her photos. It could have been a photo of two young friends out on the town. You'd never know.

"Is this the two of you?" Asked Frank, even though he already knew the answer.

Daisy smiled fondly and walked over to Frank and took the photo out of his hands tenderlly, looking at the photo.

"Uh huh. This was the day of the party. Well, if you could call it a party. Some loons dancing to old songs and drinking orange punch. Valencia spent all day reading until I convinced her to dance. She really came out of her shell that day."

She put the photo back in it's place and walked back over to the bed.

"Did anything change in the past couple of weeks Daisy?"

"I..." She looked around nervously.

"It's important." Said Morgan. "Neither of you are going to get in trouble. It's just important we help Valencia."

"Help her?" Daisy now looked rather angry. "All Valencia ever talked about was stopping her Daddy. The things that sick bastard did to her... She must have written hundreds of letters to the FBI. It was all she did. Why didn't you help her then?"

"We didn't get the letters Daisy." Morgan knew it was probably a bad idea to tell her this. He didn't want to turn her against the doctors but at this point he didn't care about that. He just wanted for this whole ordeal to be over with. "Her doctor never sent them."

Frank internally questioned Morgan's judgement for sharing that information with the girl but he was not one to question the FBI.

"That bastard..." She looked like she was retreating back into her head, her once angry face lost in thought.

Morgan reached out and grabbed her hand. "It's important you stay with me. All we want to do is make sure Valencia's okay. You want that don't you?"

"Of course..."

"Then you need to tell me what changed."

She paused. She didn't care anymore. Valencia was more important than anyone here.

"Listen, G Man, You got a bunch of crazy girls walking around here. If I yelled fire how many people you think would walk on right by without doing nothin'?"

Morgan didn't say anything, but her understood her point.

"Sometimes... Sometimes people take advantage of that. Now I don't mind it myself, I'm a big girl. But Valencia... She's insanely smart. And she want's to be strong, she want's to be this ass kicking super woman. But she isn't, you know? She's gentle and quiet and kind."

"Are you trying to say somebody did something to Valencia?" Morgan asked, wishing he didn't have too. Frank held his breath in the corner

"It wasn't rape, if that's what you're thinkin'. Dr Mack is known for being a little... Handsy. He hasn't tried anything with me... He likes 'em young. I found Valencia crying one day, and I'd never seen her do that before. Said Dr Mack had a new plan. Said it was to face her fears. Now, like I said, V is no dummy. She knew what the old perv was up too."

"What did he do Daisy?"

She sighed. "Just ran her hand up her skirt I think. Tried to make her undress, you know. Touched her up a bit. She ran out before her got the chance to do anything."

Morgan wanted to punch something. Not as much as Frank.

"Did Valencia say she was going to do anything?"

"What, like run away?" Morgan nodded.

"No. She was throwing up all the time though. I talked to her about Bulimia. I had it when I was a teenager." she laughed. "I'm such an idiot. If I had of realized..."

"This isn't your fault Daisy." he said honestly, squeezing her hand gently.

They had everything they needed to know.

"Thanks for everything Daisy." Said Frank. Morgan squeezed her hand and smiled one last time before heading to the door.

"Wait!" Called Daisy. The men turned around.

"If you find her, will you tell her something for me?"

Morgan nodded.

"Mexico. She'll know what it means."