(I'm so sorry for the wait guys, and the short chapter. It was just the perfect place to end lol. Thank you guys for all the support :)

Agent DeBruin had to sit out the next couple cases due to her injury. She stayed back at Quantico and helped the team from there. She happily took her seat alongside Penelope Garcia and helped.

Every night she went home, let her boyfriend know, and he would call her when he got the chance. Usually it was when he was back in his hotel room. If there was no chance he'd make it there that night, he stepped away from the team and called her right then and there.

It was finally the last night before she could return to field work. It wouldn't be anything physically demanding, but she missed being out with the team. Aaron had come back from a case earlier that afternoon. Some psycho had been killing children and making it look like a scene from the boy who cried wolf.

The pair sat on his couch. Jack had been put to bed an hour ago. Reruns played on the television. Aaron sat, Kara's head in his lap as she lay across the couch, his fingers mindlessly tangled in her hair. "Hey baby?" He murmured. "You awake?"

She shifted and looked up at him. "Yeah. What's up?" She saw the look on his face and turned. She shifted and pushed herself up. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing!" He shook his head. "I just wanted to talk about...before."

"Before?"

"Your dream. What happened."

She frowned, but nodded. He knew the gist of it. Only one person really knew what happened to her as a kid. She wasn't fond of talking about it, but he knew, even if he didn't it was bound to come out anyway. She got touchy about cases with rape, specifically forty year old unsubs. Considering the entire team was profilers, she expected they'd have figured it out by now.

"You wanna know what happened leading up to it." She said with a clarifying nod.

He nodded.

She sucked in a breath. "Okay. What I told you in your office is basically everything. I honestly don't remember when it started, but it didn't stop until I moved out."

Aaron had been shocked when she told him what her dream was about because Kara always talked highly of her father. How he coached her, was always there for her, and was her best friend growing up. He never thought it would've been something like this. The man had her wrapped around his icky finger. It was simple Stockholm syndrome. The victim formed an emotional bond with her captor, block out the bad with the good. It was her way of coping.

"My dad sent me a text the night before my nightmare." She paused and shook her head. "I think that's what set it off. I haven't had one in years. I used to get them almost every night."

He squeezed her arm. "Who knows about it?"

She shrugged, her eyes falling to her hands in her lap. He reached out and grabbed her hands. He squeezed them. "Just my brother. Only one of them."

"Why only one of them? You never told your mom or anyone else?" It was a hard thing to talk about, and he had a feeling he wouldn't have known about it if she didn't have her nightmare. But how could someone live in the same house and not know?

"Christian was always by my side growing up. Jon was an ass at the time, not anymore, but then he couldn't be bothered with me."

He nodded, encouraging her to go on.

"My mom was too busy calling me a "fucking disappointment" to be bothered by my problems." She paused. "I told Christian about it when we were at dinner with his friends. His friends all had my back and wanted to help. There wasn't much they could do..." her face changed. The corner of her frown turned up.

He raised an eyebrow. "What's that smile for?"

She lifted her eyes and shook her head. "One of my brothers friends, asked me out not long after that. I didn't like him, but he gave me attention and I craved it back then. Now that I know the science behind it, I understand why. Don't get me wrong he was a gentleman, but he was way too clingy for me." She said with a shrug. "There are times I like to keep to myself and he didn't get that." She squeezed his hand.

"So you don't like clingy?"

"I like clingy from certain people." She smiled at him. "But you don't seem like the clingy type."

"Oh really?"

"Yup."

"I can change that." He murmured and kissed her.

DeBruin sat at her desk in the bullpen. She took her sling off a little early than recommended, so her arm was stiff, but she'd live. She scribbled her name at the bottom of some paperwork, having to take care of the forms for her injury and return to the field.

Hotch sat in his office, doing the same. Kara had spent the night, so they had to make sure to take their usual cars and arrive at different times, but it gave Hotch time to run Jack to school and she could sleep in.

Morgan walked up to Kara. "Hey, welcome back!" He grinned, leaning his hip against her desk. He crossed his arms across his chest. "How's the wing?"

She returned his smile and looked at her arm. She stretched it out and shrugged. "Better. How's the team?"

"We missed you. Sure you were a call away, but I can't mess with you over the phone." He chuckled. "Hotch seemed on edge the entire time, hate having a man down."

She snorted. If only he knew the real reason. "Everyone gets injured in the field, figured I've been here long enough and it was my turn."

He laughed. "Yeah totally. I'm just glad you're back, K." He patted her shoulder, the good one, and headed towards his own office.

She stood up and took the opportunity to grab coffee from the small kitchenette in the corner of the bullpen. Reid stood alone, pouring himself a cup. "Hey." She quietly greeted.

He smiled at her, topping off his cup. He offered her the coffee pot. "Thanks." She accepted it and started pouring herself a cup.

"How are you feeling?" He turned around and leaned back against the small countertop.

"I'm good." She nodded. "Better once I have some coffee."

He chuckled. Silence fell over them as they held their steaming mugs.

"What happened a couple nights ago?" The silence broke as Reid lifted his head to meet her eyes. Curiosity filled them.

Her brow furrowed. "A couple nights ago?"

"You talked to Hotch, you looked upset, he looked mad, but then he hugged you."

Her breath caught in her throat. He had seen them? She thought everyone cleared out and went to dinner. She frowned, quickly regaining her composure. "Right..." she trailed off and shook her head. "Um...my dad. It was about my dad."

He frowned, brow furrowed. "What happened? Is he okay?" Concern was clear on his face. From how much she talked about him, it was obvious she adored her dad. He had been a huge impact on her, but he also had Diabetes and hadn't been taking the best care of himself.

She swallowed and shook her head. "No, he passed away not too long before that." Even if it was a lie, it still brought a pang to her heart. Despite all her dad had done, he was still who she went to for almost everything.

Reid was at a loss for words. "I...I'm so sorry." He mumbled.

She shook her head. "It's okay." She offered him a reassuring smile. "I promise Reid, it's okay." He didn't look convinced, but he didn't have time to say anything else because JJ was out of her office with a file in her hands.

"Meet me in the conference room."

Kara nodded. "I'll get Hotch." She quickly stepped around Reid and headed up to his office. She knocked on the door and pushed it open.

He looked up and offered the tiniest of smiles. "What's wrong?" It faded as soon as he saw her face.

"One, we've got a case. Two, Reid asked me what happened a couple days ago about you and me in the office and I panicked and said my dad passed away." She spoke quickly, an anxious smile on her face.

He frowned, setting his pen down on his desk. "What?"

"I'm sorry."

"Breathe, it's okay." He stood up. "Close the door." His blinds were open, but they could talk without interruption. "Take a breath, okay? We'll run with that for now."

She nodded.

"Let's go." He motioned towards the door.

The team sat around the round table.

"Two bodies were found in the woods near Monticello Arkansas. The area is right between Drew Central High School and the University of Arkansas at Monticello." JJ started, clicking her remote. Two bodies appeared on the screen. They were both mangled, and bloodied.

"Both victims are in their teens, and students at the University. Blakey Cobb, twenty, he played basketball at the University. Second victim, Demillion Brown was the starting freshman quarterback, nineteen." She continued, zooming in on the pictures. "Both of the victims were stabbed seven times and left in the woods."

"Classic overkill." DeBruin said with a nod. "Do the police have any leads?"

JJ shook her head. "They think it's a college student, but they aren't sure. They're interviewing the teammates of the victims. The University wants to keep the students in class, but many are skipping and going home. A lot of the teachers have started online classes because of it."

"So our unsub could already be on his way home?" Morgan leaned back in his chair. "You're kidding."

Hotch shook up his head. "We need to get there as soon as possible. Wheels up in thirty."