A few days had passed, and there were absolutely no leads. Claire Hamilton's body had been found in the dumpster of another local bar. The team was stressed to their breaking point, and they needed to find this man.

If he was keeping to his pattern, he would abduct another today.

"Okay, everyone meet in the conference room. I have a way I think we can catch this guy." Hotch said. The team all followed him and stood up around the table. There was too much tension in the room for anyone to sit.

"What is it, Hotch?" Morgan said.

"Well, I don't know if this person is willing to participate, but we have someone on this team that fits the type this killer likes. We could send her undercover if she was willing to. Would you, Emily?" he said.

"ABSOLUTELY NOT!" Spencer yelled. "She is not going to put her or our baby in danger! I will not let her!"

"I understand, Reid. But I feel that this is the only way to catch him at this time."

"Let me ask you Hotch, would you have made Haley do this when she was pregnant with Jack?"

Wow. Low blow. Hotch didn't say anything.

"Spencer!" Emily yelled.

"Emily, I can't let you do it. You were terrified when JJ was explaining the case the other day."

Emily's face turned bright red before tears started streaming down her cheeks.

"Emily doesn't have to do it. I will." Someone said. The team all looked up at the door and saw Becca. Calm and Confident, she walked into the room.

"Ever since Spence and Em told me about this case, I've wanted to do something to help, but I just didn't know what. Now, I'm sure."

"But you don't look anything like what this UnSub likes." Rossi said.

"Oh but I do. Just a sec!" Becca ran out of the room. In a couple of minutes later she was back.

"What do you think?!" She asked twirling around flipping her new dark hair.

"You're don't look pregnant though." JJ said.

"I know, but I am pretty sure you can get one of those things like, you know strap on, that makes you look pregnant or something."

"She's right. It's super crazy, but they do sell those." Garcia said. "And the even crazier part is that I have one. Dude, don't ask, but I do own one. She can use it."

"Becca, do you honestly think I'm going to let you go out there too?" Spencer asked.

"I didn't expect you to, but I don't need your approval. I'm 18 years old. I can do what I want to do. Besides, you are not even my legal guardian; you are my brother."

"This is absurd! Neither of you are going!"

"Spencer, I want to do this! And I will! That's all I have to say on the subject!!" Becca said before storming out of the conference room. Hotch ran after her.

"Becca, are you sure you want to do this. You do understand all the dangers and risks of this, don't you?" Hotch asked her.

As she was taking off her dark hair wig, she said, "Of course, I understand. If something goes wrong, I could die. Yeah, I understand this, but Agent Hotchner, think about this. As of right now, I am months away from dying. If these treatments don't work, I would end up dying anyways. But Emily, she and Spencer have a long life ahead of them, raising my niece or nephew and such. I can't let Emily risk getting hurt. Don't you understand?" Becca said.

"Yes, I understand. I was just making sure that you understood what could happen. Let's get going!" he said.

Becca and Hotch walked back into conference room. Hotch started talking strategy as Spencer was sitting there sulking.

"Hey Becca, while these boring agents discuss strategery and whatnot, let's go get you all fixed up!" Garcia told Becca.

"Uhm, okay!"

The two walked into Garcia's office and she sat down at her desk then patting an empty space on her table where Becca could sit.

"First of all, we need to do your make up, so you'll look like a sexy woman over the age of 18." Garcia said.

Becca giggled. "Okay."

Garcia got up and took out a massive makeup bag. Then, she started doing Becca's makeup.

"You know, you look so much like boy genius in there. It's not even funny."

"Dad always said we looked exactly alike."

"How is your dad these days? I had to hack his computer once, for a case, and look into his files, does he still like Celine Dion?"

Becca laughed. "Unfortunately, yes. I remember when Spencer was in town for that case. You know how my dad kept close tabs on Spencer, well, my dad shipped me off to my grandma's in Albuquerque when he heard Spencer was in Las Vegas for a case. He didn't want us to "accidentally" run into each other."

"That sucks. What were his uh, reasons, he didn't want you two to meet?"

"No clue, but my profiler blood says it's the concept of me. He probably felt as if Spencer would have been disappointed if he knew I actually existed. Not sure why though."

"Well, I can already tell that your genius of a brother, Spence loves you. Did you see him in there? He was gonna go all protective brother."

"Yeah. Do you believe in fate, Ms. Garcia?"

"Sort of. Why?"

"Because I think it was fate that I came here. If it wasn't for me, Emily would have had to go undercover and that could have caused a million problems. I came just in time, you know? Want to know something crazy? I'm not even nervous about this. Something about it just feels right."

"Becca, I do have to say one thing."

"What?"

"You are one of kind, missy. Spencer and Emily are lucky to have you. Okay, let me get the fake pregnancy strap on thing."

"If you don't mind me asking, why do you have that?"

"When I was about your age, my ex boyfriend who had moved away a year before was coming in town and wanted to see me, so I pretended I was knocked up and had another boyfriend. Gawd, he was such a douche. "

"Did your little plan work?"

"Surprisingly, no. He still hit on me. It was so repulsive. But anyway, go put this on."

Becca went into Garcia's closet in her office and put on the piece. She walked out with her hands on her hips and saw that Emily was talking to Garcia's office. Both of the women abruptly stopped talking.

"Gawd, I knew it! I look so fat in this thing!" She stomped her foot and poked out her bottom lip as she looked into Garcia's full length mirror.

Emily and Garcia both busted out laughing.

"Come on, you guys! It's not funny!"

"Yes, Becca, it is." Garcia said.

"Emily! You have no room to laugh! You will be looking like this in a couple of months!"

"I don't care. Hey, Becca. Can I feel the baby kick?!" Emily said before bursting out laughing again.

JJ then walked in to see what the all the commotion was about. She saw Becca and immediately started smiling herself.

"Becca, who is the lucky guy?" she asked.

"Oh no! Not you too? Humph." Becca said then she went to get her wig. She tried to put it on but was having no luck.

"Here, let me help you." Emily said.

"No! All of you are big meanies!" Becca said then smiling.

"Fine. Put it on, please." She finally said.

About an hour later, everyone was suited up and in the SUVs driving towards the baby store. Becca was as calm as could be. She wasn't nervous at all until they pulled into the parking lot. Now, she was scared.

Note: I'm sorry I took so long on this chapter. My life has been so hectic lately with school and whatnot. I hope you liked! I just had to make Becca act like a teenage brat a little. (: Hah, I'm evil. I've been so glad to see so many reviews, subscriptions, and favoriting! I thank everyone that has been doing that; it makes me feel so happy inside. (: I love you all! Next chapter shouldn't be too far off. Review Please!!!! -Brit