A/N: Ok, so here's another chapter. Just to avoid confusion: there's a paragraph in italics, that is a flashback.


Tell that man how you feel. Missouri's words bounced around in her head for weeks. Most of the time she was able to push them to the back of her mind, but other times – like now, they sat in the bullpen finishing off all their paper work, the rest of the team having long gone home—they were hard to ignore.

Derek's desk was right next to hers and his face was illuminated by nothing more than the small lamp on his desk.

"You right?" He asked with a slight chuckle.

"What?"

"You were staring."

"Oh. Sorry, I was a million miles away." She answered easily, "It's late and I'm going to head home."

"Yeah, I might as well." He stacked up the papers and stood, slipping his arms into his jacket, "I've been staring at those documents too long."

Jessa grabbed her helmet, gloves, and jacket from the drawer and followed him to the elevator. For the first little while, the only thing that cut through the silence was the slow rhythm of the classical tune playing through the elevator's speakers.

"Do you want to grab a drink?" Derek finally asked as the digital countdown neared the 'B' indicating they were at the carpark.

"Uh, I don't know. I shouldn't. It's late."

"It's too late to be at work, it isn't too late to go out for drinks." He grinned, "Come on, Bright Eyes, it'll be fun."

"Maybe another time." There was a ding, and the lift doors opened.

"Aw, come on, Jessa."

"No, I should get home." They reached Jessa's bike and she hung the helmet on the handlebars while she pulled on her gloves and jacket. "But you have fun."

"Nah, I might just head home, too."

"What? A second ago you were going out for drinks."

"Won't be as much fun alone." He smiled.

"If you're trying to guilt me into coming out, it's not going to work."

"Me? Never." He feigned hurt.

It just made Jessa chuckle. "Well, have fun, whatever you do." She mounted her Hawk and pulled the helmet over her head, and with a wave she left.


Jessa woke to the ringing of her cell phone. With a groan she reached across the bed to the nightstand to fetch it.

"Winchester." She answered sleepily, annoyance creeping into her voice.

"I need you in here as soon as possible." Hotch didn't bother with a greeting. His tone was urgent and it snapped Jessa awake.

"Yes, sir." She closed her phone and slipped from the bed, fishing some clothes from the closet.

"Who was that?" Jessa turned around when she finished buttoning the blouse up. Derek had himself propped up on his elbow, the sheet resting around his naked waist.

"Hotch." She answered, tugging her pants on. "I have to go."

"What, now? It isn't even seven yet!"

"Hotch wants me in there as soon as possible."

"Has he called anyone else?"

"No idea." Jessa found her shoes and slipped them on her feet before disappearing into the bathroom.

She emerged a few minutes later with her hair and makeup done.

"There's coffee in the kitchen, just lock up when you leave." She grabbed her keys from the dresser and left.

The ride to Quantico was quiet and gave Jessa enough time to think.


Jessa had just climbed out of the shower when there was a knock at the door. It was a little past midnight, so Jessa grabbed her gun. Securing the towel around herself, she went to the front door and pulled it open.

"What are you doing here, Morgan?" She asked, suddenly very aware that all she was wearing was a small towel.

Morgan just shrugged and stared down at his feet.

Jessa visibly relaxed and set the gun down on the end table by the door. "Why are you here?" She asked again.

This time he looked her dead in the eye and took a step toward her. It only took a moment, and Jessa didn't have time to see it coming, but suddenly he was kissing her and Jessa wasn't stopping him. The voice in her head was screaming at her to stop, but she ignored it.


When she arrived at the FBI Building Jessa went straight to Hotch's office. He was sitting behind the desk waiting for her, wearing his usual stern expression.

"Winchester, sit down." He ordered.

"Is everything ok, sir?"

Hotch reached in to a file and pulled out a couple of images. One was of a skeleton and the other a high school aged boy. "I got a call from the sheriff in McAllister this morning. High school quarterback found dead in the woods."

"What about the other guy?"

"Also found this morning. Identical head wound."

Jessa looked at the images, but still didn't understand why Hotch had called only her in so early. "I'm sorry, Hotch, but why do you need me?"

"Because of this." He handed her another picture, this one was of a tree. Someone had drawn an upside down pentagram on it in red paint, along with the words 'SATAN LIVES LOD'. "What do you make of it?"

"Well, a star like that is usually associated with Satanism. The Church of Satan uses a variant of it as their symbol. But the bodies lack any indications of a ritualistic killing. And the Church of Satan doesn't actual worship Satan as a deity so sacrifices aren't required. Even Theistic Satanists don't sacrifice humans."

"What is your conclusion?"

"The Unsub may not be a Satanist, but that doesn't discount the possibility that he or she is killing in the name of the Devil, in which case they will kill again."

"Thank you." Hotch signalled for her to leave and she sat herself down at her desk to finish off last night's paperwork.


As soon as the rest of the team arrived, Hotch ordered them all into the briefing room.

"Do we have a case?" Reid asked JJ.

She shrugged, "If we have, I haven't seen it."

Jessa and Hotch were already waiting for them.

"What's going on?" Morgan asked.

"McAllister, Virginia." Hotch started, "Two bodies were found in the early hours of this morning."

Hotch laid out one of the pictures he showed Jessa earlier, "COD on both victims was blunt force trauma."

"Skeletons?" Reid asked, picking up the picture.

"One of them. The other was killed this morning."

"How do we know there's even a connection?" Gideon asked.

"They were found about seventy-five feet apart, with identical head wounds."

"Where's the rest of the file?" Morgan asked, picking up the too-thin folder in front of him.

"There isn't one. Sheriff is waiting for us at the crime scene. McAllister is half an hour by plane."

"What's the rush?" JJ found herself asking.

Jessa sensed her cue and answered, "Because of what else was found at the scene."

Hotch showed them the image of the tree.

"A Satanic Cult?" Gideon asked.

"Possibly." Jessa answered him.


"JJ, obviously we're going to need to keep this out of the press as long as possible." Hotch instructed on the plane.

"I'll do what I can." She answered.

"Why is it so important to keep it out of the press?" Morgan asked.

"There was a nationwide scare in the 1980s involving satanic ritual killings and abuse. The Satanic Panic, it was called. It began after the publication of a book about repressed memories being recovered through hypnotherapy. Memories of growing up with devil worshippers who use children in their rituals and ceremonies." Reid rattled off instantly.

"But most of the claims were later found to be false or impossible." Jessa added, giving Reid a sideways glance. She knew that after so many months of working with him she should be used to the random facts and statistics he spat out, but she was still amazed at the amount of things he could store in his head.

"Still, numerous therapists accepted the assertions as true and began searching for similar signs in their own patients. After one year, thousands of people reported the exact same "repressed memories"." Reid continued.

"The Bureau conducted an investigation and concluded that most of the most of the ritual killings or abuse were more urban legend than anything else." Hotch explained.

"So, what you're saying is there's no such thing as devil worship?" Morgan asked.

"Not at are different kinds of Satanism." Jessa explained, "The most common today is LaVeyan Satanism, which is atheistic. Then there's Theistic Satanism, or Traditional Satanism. Atheistic Satanists don't worship the devil, or even believe in his existence. In Hebrew, the word Satan means 'adversary', and is used as a symbol rebelling against the conservatism of mainstream religions. LaVeyan Satanists believe that each member is his or her own 'god' and there is no room for any other god." Jessa rambled, "Theistic Satanism differs from LaVeyan Satanism through the use of ceremonial 'magic' and the fact that they worship Satan as a deity. Even within those groups human sacrifice is rare.

Groups like the Order of Nine Angles in the UK promote human sacrifice, but believe the victim must 'self-select'.

Most 'Satanism' you see is just juveniles damaging property or desecrating churches or cemeteries." Jessa tried to hide the smile that was forming on her face – this was what she did, and she was so happy to have a chance to use her degree.

"To my knowledge there has never been a proven case of a satanic ritual killing in the United States." Gideon said.

"Maybe there is now." Morgan mused.

As soon as the conversation ended, Jessa made her way to the end of the plane to make her first coffee of the day. She downed the mug in almost as much time as it took her to fill it, then quickly made another one.

"I'm surprised you've lasted this long without a coffee." Morgan chuckled, walking up behind her.

"So am I, actually."

"Especially considering I heard you had a big night last night." He smirked.

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Jessa whirled on him, her expression serious. "Don't." She hissed, trying to speak low enough so the rest of the team wouldn't hear.

"Woah, I was only joking." He selected a mug and started pouring himself a coffee.

"Well don't." She set her mug down on the bench, "We work with profilers, Derek. How do you think that's going to go down?"

"Relax, Jessa. You're being paranoid. No one is going to find out."

"Because it's never going to happen again." When he looked at her she added, "Come on, you know as well as I do that last night never should have happened."

He shrugged, seemingly annoyed, "Alright."

Jessa grabbed her mug and slipped past Reid, who was beginning to make himself a mug, and returned to her seat.


When they arrived at the crime scene the sheriff approached them almost instantly.

"Mornin'. John Bridges." He held out his hand.

Hotch reached out and shook the man's hand, "We spoke on the phone. I'm Agent Hotchner, these are Agents Gideon, Morgan, Winchester, Jareau and Dr Reid."

"Thank you for comin' out so fast."

"Can you show us to the bodies?" Gideon asked the Sheriff.

"Of course. Adam's body is over there," He pointed to a spot a little ways away, "The skeleton was over here."

"Was there anything Satanic found with the other body?" Jessa asked.

"No, ma'am."

"Agent Winchester is our expert on these kinds of things." Hotch explained.

The Sheriff nodded and Jessa, Gideon, Reid and JJ followed him to the first victim, while Hotch and Morgan went with another officer to this morning's victim.

"One of my deputies found this one while searching for evidence." Sheriff Bridges explained. "We don't even know if it's a man or a woman."

"It's a man." Reid answered almost instantly. He was crouched down near the remains, "The male pelvis is more narrow and the opening at the bottom is heart shaped, as opposed to oval." He picked up a nearby stick and poked at a substance at the base of the tree. "Melted wax?"

"Candle wax?" JJ asked.

"Candles are used for all kinds of rituals and are heavily associated with magic, which is a core belief of Satanism." Jessa supplied.

"They're also used on birthday cakes." Gideon said, clearly sceptical.

"Actually, they were originally used to protect the birthday celebrant from demons for the coming year. As a matter of fact, down to the fourth century Christianity rejected the birthday celebration as a pagan ritual." Reid said standing up.

Bridges stared at him in disbelief, "What kind of doctor are you?"

"I've been asking myself the same question." Jessa laughed.

"Does LOD mean anything specific to you?" Gideon asked.

"Uh-uh." Reid answered, "I don't know of any significance in Satanism, either."

"Doesn't ring a bell for me, either." Jessa added.

"Well, I could have Garcia research this LOD thing if I could get a call out." JJ stated, fiddling with her phone.

"Not much chance of that out here." Bridges told her.

"Are there any cults in the area that you know about? Secret groups? People you see you don't know much about. People who stay to themselves mostly." Gideon asked Bridges, hoping to gain a little more insight into the case.

"This is a very religious area." Bridges said with a bit of pride, "Church on Sundays, fellowship on Wednesday, bible classes. If there was a secret group, I'd probably know about it."

"That's an inherent contradiction." Reid supplied in his usual manor.

"Excuse me?"

"He means if there was a group being secretive you probably wouldn't know." Gideon explained.

"Look, people out here just want a quiet place to raise their kids. What I know is none of them are capable of doing this."

The agents nodded and walked back towards Hotch and Morgan.

"Find anything interesting down there?" Hotch asked them.

"It looks like some kind of ritual site." Gideon answered.

"I can't find much to suggest that it isn't ritualistic." Jessa told her boss.

"Have either of you ever heard the expression 'lod', or the acronym LOD?" Reid asked, but both Hotch and Morgan shook their heads.

"Cherish! Cherish!" They were interrupted by a hysterical woman screaming out. She was rushing toward the scene, but an officer stopped her before she crossed the police tape. "Sheriff Bridges!" She called out.

"It's ok, Harris. Let her through." Bridges told the officer and all six of the agents moved closer to get a better understanding of what was going on.

"Was Adam Lloyd killed out here?" She demanded.

"Who told you that, Veronica?"

"Was he? My daughter was with him. They were out running together this morning. Oh god, I can't find her!" The last part came out as almost a sob, "Cherish is missing! Cherish is missing. Help me, please!"

Gideon gestured for an officer, "Take her home." He told him. When Veronica was out of earshot he turned back to the team, "We're looking for someone who can overpower our victim abduct a girl from a travelled path without being seen."

"It certainly fits with the cult theory." Reid informed them, "More than one unsub to control multiple victims."

Hotch added, "But if the attack were ferocious enough a single unsub could, too. Kill Adam and grab the girl while she's in shock."

"This is some rough country. No way a tourist could have come this far and not gotten lost." Jessa said.

"The unsub has to be from this area. You don't just stumble onto a place like this." Morgan added to the brainstorming.

"JJ, the sheriff is setting up a search party. Tell him I want him to use volunteers from the area. Locals." Gideon ordered.

"Do you want him to know why?"

Gideon just scoffed, "No, not yet."

"Do you think it's wise to alienate him?" Hotch asked.

"Well, he thinks we're looking for a monster. If we tell him we're looking for volunteers so we can profile who shows up he might call the whole thing off."

JJ nodded and disappeared to find the sheriff.

"Reid, Winchester, I want you two to go back to town with JJ and the Sheriff. Call Garcia and see if you can get anything on LOD." Hotch instructed.


Jessa and Reid nodded and walked off in the same direction as JJ just had. They found the Sheriff on the tail end of a very convincing argument from JJ.

"Sheriff." Jessa started when he was about to climb into his car. "You mind if we hitch a lift back to town? I want to call Quantico, see if we can find anything on this LOD."

"Sure, get in."

They arrived at the police station and there was a man standing waiting for them.

"What's happened, John?" He asked the Sheriff.

"Reverend Paul Burke, these are—," He turned to the agents, "Sorry, I forgot your names."

Jessa smiled and extended her hand to the Reverend, "Agent Winchester, this is Agent Jareau and Dr Reid."

"They're with the FBI." Bridges added.

"FBI? It's true then? Adam's dead?"

"Cherish Hanson's missing, too."

The reverend ran a hand through his hair, "Is there anything I can do?"

"Actually, yes." JJ told him, "We're gathering volunteers for a search party."

"Could you call the congregation?" Bridges finished.

"Of course, of course. I'll make a few calls."

"Thanks Reverend."

The Reverend offered JJ, Jessa and Reid a polite smile then walked off.

"It creeps me out when everyone is this nice and polite." Jessa whispered, causing JJ to chuckle.

"I think it's refreshing." Reid told his colleagues.

"It isn't natural."

They followed Bridges into the building where he led them to a group of desks. "Use any phone you want. Just dial 9 to get an outside line."

They nodded their thanks and the Sheriff disappeared into his office with JJ.

Jessa picked up the phone and dialled Garcia. She watched Reid pick up a football from a nearby stand. She almost laughed at how foreign the ball looked in his hand.

"What can Awesome do for you today?" Garcia answered.

"Hey, Garcia, it's Winchester."

"What do you need, my love?"

"Anything you've got on 'lod' or 'LOD'."

"I will do my thing and hit you back."

"Thank you."

She hung up the phone just as Reid was discussing something with a football player. She didn't get the whole conversation, but from what she heard he was interested in profiling and he was Sheriff Bridges son.

The boy seemed to freak out when he found out that Cherish Hanson was missing, something Jessa made a mental note to address later.


The team was sitting around the desk, finalising the profile before they delivered it to the locals. Morgan's phone rang and Jessa found her gaze following him as he walked from the room.

"You know, I don't think Hotch will mind." JJ stated, quiet enough so only Jessa would hear.

Jessa turned to look at her friend, "What?"

"You and Morgan. I don't think Hotch will mind."

Jessa gaze shifted from the other blonde to Hotch, who was deep in conversation with Reid. "I don't know what you're talking about, JJ."

"Oh, please." JJ laughed. "Do you forget that you work with profilers?"

Jessa sighed and looked down at her hands, before looking back to JJ, "We dated for a few months, back when I first moved, but we broke it off when I went back to Nebraska."

"Jessa, a blind person could see that you still have feelings for him, and I would bet my life he feels the same way."

"I don't have feelings for him, JJ." Jessa tried to convince her. "And even 'dating' is a strong word. It was nothing like that."

"Uh-huh." She could tell that JJ didn't believe her, and she was about to try again, but Hotch told them it was time to deliver their profile.

They assembled the officers and Hotch began telling them what they needed to know. Each member of the team took turns informing them of different parts.

As predicted, Sheriff Bridges refused to believe that their unsub could be a local.

"The woods are too thick and confusing for a visitor to get around in." Jessa told him.

"I would know if someone was capable of doing—"

"Dad." It was his son, Cory. Jessa hadn't even realised he was there. "I know someone like that."

"What do you know?" Morgan asked him.

"His name's Mike Zizzo. HE graduated about five years ago, he's in his twenties but still hands around high school kids." Cory explained. "He's got a group of them. They follow him everywhere. They all get high and listen to heavy metal.

He calls them Lords of Destruction."

"LOD." Reid said from the chair he sat in.

"How do you know all this?" Bridges asked, but when Cory refused to make eye contact he added, "Its ok, son."

"I've been there, where they hang out drinking beers. He talks about Satan all the time. Says he's the one true god."

"Where is this place?" Gideon asked.

"On the other side of the mountain. The old Jenson house."

"That's out of my jurisdiction." Bridges told them.

"Not ours." Hotch answered, motioning for the team to leave.


When they arrived at the Jenson house they filed out of the cars, all drawing their weapons. The occupants of the house seemed completely unaware of the presence of law enforcement until the BAU, minus Gideon who had cryptically told them he wasn't coming on the raid, burst through the doors.

"FBI! Don't move!" Jessa shouted, finding that only a few people heard over the loud music. "Up against the wall, now!" She could hear the other officers shouting the same thing and before long they had the music off and the party-goers under control. After a couple more moments, Morgan walked the man she could only assume was Zizzo to the cars.

"Winchester." Hotch called her over, "I want you to go back and help me and the Sheriff interrogate Zizzo."

"Yes, sir." She followed Morgan and the suspect out the door.

When they arrived back at the station, they led Zizzo straight to the interrogation room.

Everyone in the room was silent for a few moments.

"Is someone going to tell me why I'm here, or are we just going to play staring games all night?" Zizzo asked with a confident smirk on his face.

Hotch pulled the note they found in the woods out. "This was found where Cherish Hanson went missing."

"No wonder everyone's all freaked out. McAllister's perfect debutante is in trouble."

"Read the note." Jessa spat.

Zizzo reached out and took the note, reading it over. When he was finished he put it on the table and laughed.

"You think someone threatening to kill this girl is funny?" Hotch asked him accusingly.

"I think someone calling Cherish Hanson a virgin is funny." He corrected with a smirk.

"You a Satanist, Mike?" Bridges asked him.

"Sure."

"And you worship the Devil?"

"You know what Satanism is?"

Jessa smiled and sat herself down in the seat opposite him, "Tell us."

"The word Satan comes from ancient Hebrew. It just means opposer. Satan opposes the hypocritical morals and dogmas of the so-called Holy Church and its followers. If you grew up in this town with God shoved down your throat every day you'd oppose it, too. It's all hypocrisy. Do this. Don't do that. And all the time, the adults are the ones screwing up. So basically we're just atheists. Aggressively atheist."

Jessa took the photos and set them down in front of him, "How aggressive, Mike?"

"What the hell is this?" He asked, genuine surprise on his face.

"Why don't you tell us, Mike." Hoch pressed.

"I've never seen this before."

"Pentagram, body, candles, LOD." Jessa pointed to each component as she spoke.

"Lords of Destruction." Bridges added.

"I've never seen this!" Zizzo said, his tone was pleading with them to believe him.

"From where I stand, Mike, it looks like you signed it." Hotch told him.

Jessa looked at Zizzo, then Hotch, then stood and walked out of the room.

"What are you thinking?" Hotch asked, having followed her.

"He didn't do this."

"What do you think about it?"

"He definitely thinks he's a Satanist, but his surprise was genuine. He didn't know about the bodies." She paused for a moment, "We should talk to Cory again. I feel like he knows more than he's letting on."

Hotch nodded and walked to the Sheriff's office and stuck his head in. "He isn't here."

"Try the conference room?"

Hotch nodded and checked there but came back shaking his head. "He isn't there either."

Jessa walked back inside the interrogation room, "Sheriff, can we have a word?"

Bridges nodded and followed her out of the room.

"What's this about?"

"Sheriff, we're looking for your son." Hotch informed him.

"Cory? Why do you need him?"

"We think he knows something else." Jessa explained.

"He should be in my office."

Hotch shook his head, "We've checked, he's not at the station."

"He's probably just headed home." Bridges stated, picking up the phone from a nearby desk and dialling a number. He waited for a few moments before hanging up. "He's not answering."

"Does he have a cell you could try?" Jessa asked but Bridges shook his head.

"Ain't much point out here."

Jessa gave Hotch a look then the pair walked away to where the sheriff wouldn't be able to hear them, "Something doesn't feel right."

"I agree." Hotch said.

"We said the unsub would insert himself into the investigation, and who has been more involved than anyone?"

He nodded, knowing exactly where she was going with it, "Cory Bridges. I'll call Morgan, he's probably going to head out there."

Hotch walked away to make a call away from the ears of the Sheriff. He returned moments later and shook his head.

Jessa was about to suggest they head out there when Gideon entered and waved them over to him and Bridges.

"I've just been with Brandy Dreifort. Do you know her?" He asked the Sheriff.

He nodded, "She's a friend of my son's."

"She's a friend of Cherish's, too."

"And?"

"Well, they all knew about the skeleton."

"Who did?" Bridges asked, clearly shocked.

"Football team, cheerleaders, everyone. They all watched this man decompose like it was a game for their amusement."

"What?" Jessa was stunned. She had seen and heard some pretty messed up things over the years but this was on a different level.

"As far as I can tell, the only kids who didn't know were Mike Zizzo and the LOD."

"It's ridiculous." Bridges declared.

"Sounds impossible, it's unbelievable." Gideon said, "But she told me. This guy was a hiker or something. Probably have him listed, a missing person somewhere."

"Jason, how do you know the LOD wasn't involved?"

"Well, she said the pentagram and the candles, they weren't there a few months ago."

"Which means?" Bridges prompted.

"Someone wants us to believe there are Satanists here." Gideon told them, then after a moments silence added, "The unsub likes to inject himself into the investigation, Sheriff. That's what this killer does. Who gave us Zizzo? Who knew all about him?"

"Are you talking about Cory?"

"It was convenient, isn't it?" Jessa asked rhetorically, "Lucky we had a kid right in the room who could tell us where the L.O.D. was. A group of fringe kids nobody in the town would like. But you called us here to advise you. My advice would be to get in front of this before your son hurts himself or anybody else."

"I don't even know where he is." Bridges sighed, resigned.

"We do." Hotch said.

"Hey, Sheriff." One of the deputy's approached them, "Did you open the gun locker?"

"No."

"Someone did. There's a revolver missing."

"Cory." Jessa and Hotch said at the same time, taking off running toward the parking lot where the SUV's were parked.


The sirens blared as Hotch steered the car down the streets to where they wanted to go. She couldn't help the sick feeling that settled over her when she realised that Morgan and Reid were in danger.

When they got to the house, what felt like hours later, Morgan and Reid were nowhere to be seen.

Jessa opened her mouth to ask the question when she saw Morgan leading a handcuffed Cory Bridges toward them.

"Are you alright?" Hotch asked before she could.

"I'm fine." Morgan answered, "Might want to check on Reid."

Jessa and Hotch took off running in the direction Morgan came from and found Reid picking himself up from the ground.

"What happened to you?" Jessa asked him.

"Morgan tackled me." He answered, bitterness finding its way into his voice.

"Why did he do that?" Hotch asked.

"Cory had a gun to my head."

"Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, but we're going to need to get crime scene people out here."

Both of the agents nodded, understanding what he was saying: Cherish Hanson was dead.

"Come on." Jessa said, turning back toward the house, "Let's get back to town."


Jessa lay on this small couch at the end of the plane, her earphones in with Led Zeppelin lulling her to sleep. Her eyes shot open when she felt a hand on her shoulder.

"Jeez, Morgan." She pulled the earphones from her ears and sat up, "You scared me."

"I was talking, but I guess you couldn't hear me."

She chuckled, "I guess I couldn't."

"What are you listening to?"

"Travelling Riverside Blues."

Morgan shrugged, "I don't know it."

"What?" Jessa was gobsmacked, "You're missing out. It's my favourite." She put one earbud back in and handed the other to Morgan, who was now sitting down next to her.

Jessa swung her legs up on to the seat and leaned her back against Morgan, who had done the same.

"I'm glad you're ok." She told him after the song had ended.

"What?"

"When we realised what happened, I thought he was going to kill you."

"You can't get rid of me that easy, Bright Eyes."

Jessa could hear the smile in his voice, and one spread across her own face. "I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"What I said this morning." She said quietly. "I didn't mean to sound so harsh."

"It's alright, Jessamine." Jessa felt a fluttering in her chest. She normally hated the sound of her full name, but coming from Derek's lips it felt right. "I understand."


A/N: So this was so much fun to write, and the longest chapter I've ever written. I found it so interesting to research and everything I have on Satanism comes from me googling, so if I have anything wrong please feel free to correct me.

If someone was to check my internet search history, there would be like a hundred sites on Satanism and would probably be concerned about me... Oh well. Please enjoy this chapter.