I do not own Criminal Minds, just the plot and Lettie. Thank you for the reviews. It's amazing how much you can right when you have a muse. I would like to take this time to thank my muse, you know who you are, my own personal David Rossi. *Nicole*

It was dark. She couldn't see anything. It was cold. She wasn't alone.

"It's been a long time Lettie." A voice growled from the darkest corner.

She tried to turn to face it. She couldn't move. She felt heavy. As much as she had little sensation flowing through her body, she could tell she was tied up. She could tell she was standing. She felt weak. The weight her body was putting on her was too much. She could hear heavy footsteps approaching from her side. The smells were overpowering her. It was musty. It smelled horrible. She wanted to throw up. There was so little light in this dungeon. She saw his feet. Then the rest of him slowly appeared. Her eyes focused on him.

"NO!"

"It's been a long time. I'd say a good seven years." His voice made her skin crawl.

She remembered those eyes. The look they had over her seven years ago when he had taken advantage of her, beat her and raped her. Then left her for dead.

"You SON OF A BITCH! How'd you find me?!"

"It wasn't hard. You haven't changed. You're still that sexy little whore I fucked all those years ago." He grinned. His crooked teeth had only gotten worse. His piercing eyes made her cry out. She remembered that look. She knew what was to come.

He grabbed her shirt, then her hair. He pulled her head back harshly.

"Ahh!"

"That's right. I remember how rough you like it!" A glint of silver caught her eyes.

"What..." she was stopped as a sharp edge pressed tightly against her throat. She gasped. It was cutting her airway off, then his arm replaced the blade as it sliced off her shirt and bra in one slice. She began to struggle.

"Get off of me you filthy son of a bitch! What does your wife have to say about all this?! You left me for that whore! You already raped me once. Isn't that enough?" She screeched.

"I never finished what I set out to do. If Kat hadn't found you right after I left, I would've gotten away with everything. Now I'm going to have what I want!"

Still pressing his arm against her throat, he ripped off her pants and underwear. His stench filled her nostrils. She gagged. His arm pressed deeper into her throat. She felt his cock press against her. She struggled against him, as she struggled to breathe. She was gasping for breath.

"No!" She cried out. She could feel him.

"Joe, get out of me. You bastard! Leave me alone! Please!" She pleaded. She begged. She wanted this to disappear. She hated him. She hated how he had marred her pristine 18 year old body. He had left her broken, physically and emotionally. He was doing it again.

Dave awoke with a start. Lettie was tossing and turning. It appeared she was struggling against something or someone in her dreams. This was a nightmare and it was worse than the one from the previous night. She was gasping. She couldn't breathe.

"Joe get out of me!" she cried, tears rolling down her face. "You bastard! Leave me alone! Please!"

"Bella. Lettie." He bent over her trying to wake her up.

Crack. Her one hand came free from whatever was holding her there. Her fist connected with his throat. He fell back...

Dave went to try and shake her when her fist came in contact with his eye. "Ooof"

Lettie bolted up in bed. "You bastard!" She went to swing again. Then she saw Dave. Hand over his one eye, he looked at her.

"Bella, are you alright?"

"Oh god! Dave. Did I?"

"Bella, you have a good right hook. Damn. Are you alright?"

She just nodded. Her nightmare had come to life, she had hit Dave. She moved closer to him. She gently moved his hand from his eye.

"Dave I'm so sorry. I didn't know. Please forgive me baby." She buried her face in his chest and began sobbing.

"Cara, don't cry. I've had worse. This isn't your fault. You were just reacting to your nightmare. Shh." He rubbed her back, as he pulled her closer to him. He just let her sob. He didn't know what she had just relived, but it was something horrible from her past. She did have one hell of a right hook though. He suspected that her late husband had taught her self-defence and had done a damn good job at it. Her sobs were easing.

"Shh. It's alright." He rubbed her back gently some more. He kissed the top of her head. He would help her get to the bottom of these nightmares. He wanted her to be able to sleep peacefully. He was worried how these nightmares would affect her sleeping pattern. She needed all the rest possible.

"Dave." She whispered hoarsely. "I'm really sorry."

"It's alright, baby. It's alright. I'll live. How are you?"

"I'm scared. I haven't had a nightmare like that in years. The last time I had it, was... well my wedding night."

"Two years ago?"

She nodded her head. "Brennan was used to them. I'd been having them ever since I was 18."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

She shook her head. "Not now. I just want you to hold me. Please baby."

"Whatever you bella. Your wish is my command. When you're ready, just let me know. I'm here for you. I just want you to be happy."

"I am happy Dave. I'm with you. I just wish that certain things from my past would just die. I want to feel safe again."

Dave lifted her chin so she could see his face. "Bella, you are safe. You always be. I won't let anything happen to you. Or to our babies. Why don't you feel safe? Please bella, I need to know what's going on."

"It's Joe."

"Who's Joe, love?"

"My ex-boyfriend. He was my first, well not first boyfriend, but my first time."

"Okay, I'm following so far."

"I won't go into the details now, but I'll give you the end."

"Bella..."

"Dave, I will tell you. I promise. Just not right now. Please."

"Okay, cara, I'll listen for whenever you are ready."

"He used me. Made me waste my money on him. He took my virginity. I was happy to give it to him. I thought I loved him. He claimed he loved me. Then one night, he tied me up, raped me, beat me, threatened to kill my family if I ever told anyone, then beat me some more. He left me for dead."

"Oh bella." He pulled her into him. She was crying. He rubbed her back.

"My friend found me. I told her to just leave it be. That I would be fine. She had already called the paramedics, and Brennan. He met us at the hospital. I refused to file charges but Brennan told me he could never hurt me again. I changed my mind. I filed the charges. I got rid of him. He supposedly got married right after that night. The cops had a hard time finding him. They did though, and he was arrested. I was happy again. Brennan never left my side. He was with me in recovery, he helped me deal with the lawyers, and the courts. He stood by my side the day, that bastard was declared guilty."

"Then if he's in prison, in Alberta, why do you not feel safe?"

"Because, he got out. Good behaviour. By this point, Brennan and I were planning out wedding. Then he came looking for me. He found me. I was just finishing my first day of my last round of student teaching. He followed me from the school I was working at, to my apartment. He tried to attack me again, but Brennan was home and caught him. He fled. From that moment on, I had nightmares. He was coming back for me. Trying to finish the job. He almost succeeded. After I was married, we moved here. The nightmares stopped. I've had peace for two years and now this son of a bitch is back in my nightmares. It's tormenting me. I only had them when he was close to me."

"Are you saying that you can predict this?"

"I'm not psychic. I don't think, but I can sense danger."

"Shh. It's alright. I'll get Penelope to run his name down. We'll find out if he's here. He won't hurt you ever again." He rubbed her back. Her sobs began to cease.

"Dave, I'm so scared. I can't let him find me."

"He won't. I promise. Now let's get some sleep. I'll protect you from him and anyone else who should decide to try and hurt you or the babies. I love you Nicolette."

"I love you too Dave."

They lay back down, breathing evened, Lettie tucked in as close as physically possible to David. They slept, dreamless.

Next Morning

Lettie awoke to soft light coming in through the window. There was food aroma in the room. Lettie shifted in the bed. Her hand went to reach for Dave. There was nothing where there should have been him.

"Dave?"

"I'm here bella. I was hoping you would've slept long enough for me to sneak away and make you breakfast in bed."

"MMM. It smells delicious Dave." She looked at the tray before her.

There were crêpes, a variety of fruits and berries, some bacon and sausages, as well as croissants and...

"Dave! How did you know I love Nutella?"

"I just do sweetheart. There's also orange juice and some kind of tea that I found in the cupboard."

"Dave, it's amazing. How did you know about the tea? The instructions are in Turkish."

"I just guessed. Is it alright? Not too strong?"

"No, it's perfect. Though, if you start drinking this stuff too, I'll have to get more imported." She laughed. She dipped her finger into the whipped cream that was atop one of the crêpes and licked it off.

"Baby, did you know you're very seductive eating that?"

"Mhm. Did you know I find a man who can cook really sexy?" she giggled. She dipped her finger in again, and let Dave lick it off her finger. She giggled some more.

"Are you feeling better?" She nodded.

They shared the breakfast, as even though she was technically eating for three, there was more than enough food for all of them. They laughed as Lettie told jokes and recounted some of the mischief she got into as a child. Dave returned with stories of his own. They then showered, changed and headed down to enjoy the day with family and friends. Whilst Lettie crocheted and chatted with her parents and Mama, Dave called Penelope.

"Garcia?"

"Agent Rossi? Is something wrong? Something happen to Lettie or the babies?"

"No. Not exactly."

"I don't like the sound of that sir."

"Call me Dave, Penelope. I need you to pull up anything and everything you can find on 'Joesph spelled J-O-E-S-P-H, Ledger spelled L-E-D-G-E-R."

"Certainly Dave, but can I ask why?"

"He's from Lettie's past. You'll need to look here in the States and get everything you can from Canada."

"Of course."

"And Penelope, whatever you find, you keep to yourself until you give it to me okay? There are things in there that are very sensitive to Lettie's past. While your digging, pull up everything on Lettie too."

"Sir."

"It's essential to protecting her, and Garcia don't tell anyone."

"Yes sir. Dave. Just take care of her, please."

"I will. Take care of that precious little one too and don't give Derek too much trouble."

Penelope hung up.

Dave went back to his family. He talked with Roger about the upbringing they each had had. Lettie was working away, making significant progress on the blanket. He admired what she was doing. Mama came in with little sandwiches for lunch and more stories were swapped. This time it was Dave's turn to turn red, as Mama was telling stories of his past.

Dave's phone began to ring and when he looked at the display, he quickly excused himself.

"What've you got Penelope?"