"Each method of killing is completely different…." Spencer's words seemed to fade in the silence of the room. Morgan was spinning in the office chair slowly, leaning back with his hands behind his head. Spencer didn't even notice, he wasn't talking to the other agent. He was speaking to himself. Two different options. One, they were attempting to keep the police from connecting the murders or two, the unsub just hasn't found what method he liked the best.

"Is there anything I can do to help you agents?" The woman's voice caught both Spencer and Morgan's attention. It was Officer Maddison O'Connell. When they first arrived into town, she hadn't been very warm or welcoming to the feds, that is until she saw Dr. Spencer Reid.

"I think we're good." Morgan smiled at her, noticing the look of discomfort of the Dr.'s face. Officer Kelly was looking at Spencer when she reluctantly agreed and left. "You know, you're never going to get a girl if you don't respond back when one is interested in you." Morgan's amused voice made the room was little less serious, the change in mood went unnoticed by Spencer.

"I already have a girl." He said frustrated. He knew that if he knowingly out himself in a situation that could potentially give a girl, other than Addison, any idea that he was interested, Addison would cut off an ear. He wasn't sure if it would be his ear or the girl's, just that one would be removed. Derek sat up suddenly.

"Huh? You've been holding out on me?" Hotch walking into the room at that point.

"Who's been holding out on you?" Hotch questioned.

"Our boy Reid here's got a girlfriend." Morgan seemed to be having a field day. Hotch looked to be amused.

"Can we please just focus on the case?" Reid asked, turning back to the photos on the board, intending to do exactly as he said. Morgan noticed that Hotch wasn't all the surprised by the news.

"How long have you been with her?" Spencer sighed, he was still frustrated with her about everything and he had been trying to put it out of his head. He wanted to be calmer about it when he got home, especially when her family was there.

"Almost three years." He answered.

"We have another lead." Hotch said, coming to the younger agent's rescue. Morgan let it go with a chuckle and they looked over the left Garcia had faxed them of possible suspects.

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Dean waited outside the door, unsure of what his father wanted him to do. John didn't say if he was supposed to just bust on in or knock. He decided to go with the latter option, tapping his knuckles against the wood. There was a moment of silence before the sound of a baby crying bled through the door. Dean wrinkled his nose, almost backing away from the door. He wasn't the biggest fan of babies.

A few seconds later, the door opened with John behind it. Holding the screaming child. He nodded his head for Dean to come inside shutting the door behind him as he did as he was told. The apartment was small, and Dean couldn't for the life of him see a reason for John to be there and to have called him.

"What's up?" Dean turned back to his father who was trying to calm the baby down. It was a weird sight for Dean to see. "Whose baby is that?" The baby's face was bright red with thin blonde hair on top. She was wearing a dark purple onesie making Dean think it was a girl, he assumed anyway.

"This is your niece." John answered. The kids slowly stopped crying.

"Sam finally got lucky?" Dean asked, "or unlucky I guess." Dean laughed as he said it though he was still weirded out. "Why do you have her?"

"She's not Sam's." Dean was confused while he thought about it. Then I dawned on him.

"Addison?" His eyes went wide, and he froze. He tried not to think about his sister if he could help it. It only ever made him angry and upset. Sometimes she would get her way into his thoughts and he would always wonder if she was alive or not. If she found a place to live happily. All thoughts that pissed him off. He looked around the apartment again, looking for any thing that pointed to his sister being there. He couldn't find anything. "Where is she?"

"She's sleeping." He said, "she should be waking up soon."

"Sleeping? She's had five years to sleep." He spun around looking for a door. He saw the back hallway that that lead to a room.

"Dean, she'll be out soon. Sit down."

"But-"

"That's an order!" Dean rolled his eyes but listened. He angerly moved over to the couch. John went and sat down in the chair. There was a silence between them for several minutes. Dean got up and started poking around the living room.

"Calculus?" Dean pulled the book off the self, turning around to look at John. "She knows calculus?'

"Pretty sure it's the boyfriend's." He said.

"Boyfriend?" He then glanced back at the baby with an unhappy look. He shook his head and look back at the bookshelf. He found one of the lore books and nodded in approval but when he picked it up, it felt weird. "What the hell?" It made sense after he opened it up. A revolver was placed inside where the pages used to be. A revolver and a stack of cash. He held it up for his father to see.

"She's got a few hidden around here. I've found three so far." Dean pushed back it to where it belonged. He looked at the baby again.

"Why do you look like you like it?" Dean asked.

"Because." John said, "the kid hasn't done anything wrong." The sound of a door opening caught both men's attention. Dean crossed his arms over his chest, watching as his sister poked her head into the living room from the hallway. She made eye contact with Dean and froze. Her fingers wrapped around the doorframe.

The baby made a cooing sound and it snapped Addison out of the staring contest she was having with her brother. "Was she crying?" She took a step into the room but looked back at Dean when she did it. Like if she moved to fast, it would set Dean off. The first thing that Dean noticed was just how different she looked. Her hair was curlier and came down to her chest. She was taller, more muscular then she had been. He was a little surprised, he would have thought she would've been less active. She looked less stressed out, even though it looked like she had permanent bags under her eyes. She's already shone more emotion in the last few seconds then he remembered her showing for years.

She made it to John's chair, walking widely around Dean, and took the baby. She was still watching Dean as she did it. Dean didn't know what to say to her, he didn't have anything to say to her. He was pissed but he couldn't yell at her. Not with that look on her face.

"The knocking woke her up." John stood up, wiping his hands on his pant legs. The words fell on deaf ears. Dean took a deep breath.

"Baby huh? How old are you now? 17?"

"18." It didn't sound any better to her, not really. "She wasn't planed." Dean took a step towards her. "How long have you been here?"

"About 15 minutes. Have a good rest?" There was a edge to his voice, one that would have ticked Addison off if she hadn't been so off her game. She didn't answer him, knowing that it wasn't meant to be answered.

"I'm going to put her in her crib." Addison said, she needed to step out of the room for a second. Catch her breath and get her mind to come back. John and Dean watched her leave the room. Dean gave his father a look after she went into the bedroom. Dean was at a loss for words.

"I…" He ran a hand over his head and sighed. "Is this where you've been hiding out for five years?" He called back to the room. "We've been in motels nicer then this!" Addison came back into the living room reluctantly. She would have much preferred to stay in the bedroom but knew that wasn't an option.

"No." She answered, sinking into the Spencer's reading chair. "I was in Vegas for most of the time."

"Vegas?" Dean tasted the word on his tongue. "You ever think about picking up a damn phone? Letting someone know that you were alright?" She wouldn't meet his eye. "You have any idea how long we looked for you? I- we thought you were dead!" Dean's voice was rising steadily. "Look at me!" He moved to stand in front of her, she could see his shoes right next to her.

"I needed to leave…." She said finally. John noticed the difference in the way she was reacting to Dean then she had to John. The second John said anything to blame her, it was a fight. She was just taking it from Dean.

"You needed to leave?"

"I wasn't…. I wasn't thinking."

"Damn right you weren't thinking!" He exclaimed. "And all the drugs! What were you thinking when you started those? That where the kid came from? Were you to tapped out to remember protection?" That snapped something inside her.

"Don't talk about Aella like that." She said, snapping her eyes up to his.

"Well, what else am I supposed to think?"

"I haven't been on anything for almost two years." She took a deep breath like she was trying to calm herself down. She wrapped her arms around her stomach. "I was on birth control and it failed."

"And what about the father? How long have you been screwing around with him?"

"He's at work. And don't talk about it like that."

"Talk about it like what? Does he know about where you came from? The family you left behind? What would he think about monsters?"

"He already knows! I saved him from a werewolf. And yes," she stood up, "he knows that I ran away. He got me off drugs and he's been there for me through everything."

"He got you off drugs?" Dean wasn't expecting that answer.

"Yes, he's the only reason I am alive. He is also the reason I even thought about contacting you. I thought you'd be better off with me dead."

"Why would you ever think that? We tore this country apart looking for you." She looked down again. "You think that we would rather have you dead then alive?" He scoffed, turning away from her. "I need a drink." Dean looked to John. "Are you okay with this?" He waved a hand around the apartment. "With the baby? The boyfriend?" There was a knock at the door, Addison stood quickly. Moving around her brother to get to the door. She opened it a little for a second before stepping out and closing the door mostly behind her.

"Gideon?" She hadn't been expecting him. Spencer said he was still messed up about everything that happened in Boston.

"I heard that Spencer had to leave for a case. Wanted to make sure you had everything you needed." He smiled at her, but she could tell that he was using it more as a distraction. "Everything okay?" He noticed her face at that point. She looked over her shoulder into the living room. Dean looked like he was getting angrier.

"Yeah." She said quickly. "Its just my dad… and my older brother." She shrugged. "We're just trying to go over…. some stuff."

"Who the hell's at the door?" Dean called out. Addison licked her lips.

"Thought you weren't going to call them so soon after the baby was born."

"Dad followed Sam and called Dean." He nodded like he understood. "Like I said, you don't get one without getting all of them." The door opened behind her. She turned around quickly. "I'll be inside in a second." She told her brother harshly. "Chill out for a second." His eyes went wide at the change in her demeanor.

"Jason." Gideon introduced, holding a hand out to Dean. Addison looked between the two wearily. Dean took the man's hand out of habit.

"Dean…" He looked to his sister. "This isn't the…dad right?" Gideon laughed.

"No, that would be Spencer." He smiled at Addison, patting her on the shoulder reassuringly. Dean stepped back inside.

"Come on in. Pretty sure you can give me more information then she seems to want to give."

"I've answered all your questions!" She exclaimed. "You haven't asked anything else." She followed him inside. Gideon moved inside as well, shutting the door behind him. John gave him a blank look.

"You must be her father." Gideon said, "you have a wonderful daughter." Dean scoffed, and John didn't respond.

"How long have you known her?" John asked. She hadn't mentioned him in the short time John had been there.

"I met her a little after she met Spencer, so its been about 3 and a half years."

"Did you know she was a run away?" Dean asked. Gideon looked at Addison for a second to see her reaction.

"She told me after some prodding."

"And you didn't think to turn her in? Send her back to her family?" Dean was close to yelling and Addison huffed.

"The only person you need to blame about me running away and staying away is me. Not Spencer, Not Gideon. They were just trying to help me." Dean wasn't looking at her, he was looking at Gideon.

"No, if they wanted to help you, they should have sent you right back to your family. Where you belonged!"

"Oh? Really? And how well were all of you handling me? Dad's the one that gave me the alcohol! That wasn't an environment that would have helped me. And there isn't anything you could have done to change it. I needed to be on my own."

"Whose fault was that? Mine? Dad's? Sam's?"

"No-" she took a deep breath, "it was a fucked up situation all around. And no, its not anyone's fault except mine. Especially not yours Dean." His face didn't soften, and she could see his lip tearing a hole in his cheek. "You're the reason I didn't end it in that bathroom. When you called I-" Her voice cracked a little and she took a shaky breath. The baby started crying. "I need to…" She left the living room all together.

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I shut the door firmly shut and leaned against it. Aella was making a big fuss in her crib, waiting for someone to come do as she wished. Despite the tightness in my chest, she made me smile.

"Hey there sweetness." I lifted her from the crib, "I'm afraid you were born into the wrong family if you don't like yelling." She wasn't wet. "Are you hungry?" I sighed, that meant I would have to go back out into the living room. I did feel bad for making Gideon stay out there with them though.

Aella didn't stop crying and I took another deep breath, I'd just have to suck it up. The room was completely silent, and I noticed a hole in the wall next to my bookshelf. Dean was rubbing his knuckles that were covered in a thin layer of plaster. I hesitated for a second before hurrying past them into the kitchen. I heard Gideon walk in behind me.

"How are you?" I asked, setting Aella into the little napper thing we used when in the kitchen.

"I just got back from informing the families." He said tightly. "I've been dealing." I gave him a forced smile.

"It's not your fault you know. Spencer told me everything that he could without breaking any rules. You did what you thought was best. You had no way of knowing that he would do that."

"He told me he would." There was a silence that followed. I'm not the best at trying to comfort people. Looks like I'm not about to get better now. Aella took the bottle easily after I picked her back up. Gideon smiled at her, this was the first time he really got to see her, he had to leave the hospital before she was born. I looked over his shoulder and saw Dean watching me. Dad had been weirdly quiet, guess he was just letting Dean and I duke it out.

"Do you want to hold her?" I asked Dean. I didn't think he would, but I thought it might clam him down a little, if I was lucky.

"The baby?" He asked, surprised.

"Yeah…." He started shaking his head, but I walked quickly into the room.

"Come on, she doesn't bite"

"She's eating-okay." I set her down in his arms before he could finish.

"You work with this…Spencer guy?" John directed the question to Gideon.

"Yes….I've been mentoring him since he was 16." John nodded.

"So, tell me why and FBI agent didn't report finding a runaway teenager."

"Dad-"

"No Addison, he's right." Gideon cut her off.

"Your daughter was in very bad shape when Spencer introduced me to her. I was completely prepared to send her right back to you, but she begged me not to. I didn't know what her situation looked like before, I still don't. So, I made a deal with her. If she stopped taking the drugs and she got herself together, then I wouldn't report her. I'm sorry for the pain that caused your family, but I was doing what I thought was best for her at the time."

Oh no Gideon. I think you're entering some bad territory. Best you get on out of there.