AN: Hi everyone, I had some personal life problems that yanked me away from a lot of the things I love to do. One being writing. I am so sorry for the couple of years that have gone by without an update, but if you are still around. Here is is. Thanks!

Hotch watched from the window in the back of the jet as the rest of his team pulled up. He had sat in a char that would be the most out of view for Jamie when they brought her in the jet. His heart felt like a stone in his chest knowing he couldn't comfort or hold his daughter without causing her more pain.

He looked down at the paperwork on the table. He didn't want to look at the medical report any longer but it needed to get consolidated into a report. For a little over a year, his smart beautiful, little girl has been drugged, tortured, and raped. The biggest clue they had in finding her was the redacted information in her file that he had all along. How could he not have connected that sooner?

Hotch shook his head and watched intently as the team filed in. JJ and Emily came on first and quickly started getting out blankets, water, and snacks so Jamie could have them if she wanted. Rossie came in next, stopping to watch Reid behind him as he carried her up the jet stairs, morgan stayed behind him in case he lost his balance not wanting either of them to get hurt.

Jamie hadn't moved a muscle since she had the flashback in the car. Her eyes darted quickly to look at something then back down to a fixed spot on the floor. Don't let them see you look around. You're not allowed to do anything without permission, and even then they're bound to hate you and punish you. Stupid girl.

Jamie was lost in her own mind. She didn't notice that Spencer had sat down with her on the jet couch and was asking if she was comfortable. She didn't notice the blanket JJ draped over her after asking several times if it was okay without an answer. She couldn't see the shared glances between them and the hushed whispers of her friends worrying about her.

Why would they be here to save you? You're not even worth saving. You have been used in every way convincible. You are broken. Disgusting. Worthless. Every one of your friends was better off with you gone.

Tears fell down Jamies face silently. Reid gently wiped them from her cheeks with such a soft gesture she could have imagined it. Even if all of what her mind was telling her. This seemed nice. For now. She felt safe. For now. She could at least sleep. Before she knew it she was out cold.

Reid watched her sleep in his arms. Everyone watched her sleep.

Rossi finally broke the silence, keeping his voice low so as not to wake the poor girl, "We need a plan. Where is she going to go when we land? Who is going to coordinate with NYPD? If this is connected with her parents, we need to understand why they came after her."

"I'll coordinate with NYPD" Morgan stated flatly.

"Jamie could stay with me?" Offered JJ

"No. Jamie is staying with me," Reid said with more affirmation in his voice than they had heard before. "I was able to earn her trust when we got in...there. I am her best friend. I can keep her safe, I won't let her out of my sight and if she shows any signs of needed medical care I will take her to a hospital. But she stays with me."

Rossi nodded, "Anyone want to argue with Dr. Reid on that one? No? Okay. I want PD stationed outside your apartment day and night. Someone else should be there too in case Reid needs help, we can take shifts. Hotch - You need to bring us all up to speed on the McConnel case."

Hotch nodded, taking a look at Jamie, then focusing his mind on the case from 19 years ago.

"Mary and Deckland were former members of the Irish Mob, actually Mary was formerly married to John Gilligan. With the help of Interpol, we were able to identify Deckland McConnell's true name Deckland O'Conner, John Gilligan's right hand."

"Are you talking about the John Gilligan? The drug kingpin?" Prentis asked. She had been undercover working to over through the Irish Mob what seemed like a lifetime ago but never made it that close.

"Yes. Mary and Deckland must have fallen in love and wanted out. A pregnant Marry and her new lover boarded a plane in Belfast late one night using their new alias' and came to the states. They settled in LA, and on March 19th, 1988 Jamie McConnell was born," Hotch paused taking a breath. "They lived under their new alias and didn't seem to have any problems. They lived a normal life, Mary a teacher and Deckland worked in a bar, they lived within their means. Well actually they loved well below their means, not only did they run off together but they stole a large amount of money Gilligan and put it in their daughter's name."

"We assume Gilligan found them. We never found out how. They broke inside the house one day, Jamie hid in a closet that had a false back and supplies in it and a small hole she could peer through. They were prepared for this if only to keep Jamie safe. She saw them beat and murder her parents and never left the closet until we arrived. After connecting the dots, Gilligan was not only after his money but his daughter we needed to protect her. We changed her name to Daniels, stuck her in foster care, and relocated her to Virginia so we could keep an eye on her. We had to move her several times, I had come to visit her every week since and when she was 9 I finally brought her home to stay with Hayley and me. The case was taken over by Interpol and the CIA, I never heard anything on it again."

Reid watched the girl in his arms sleep. She had been through so much and never talked about it ever. She looked fragile, she felt fragile, but he knew someone who had been through that and still came out smiling was much stronger than anyone could ever see.

"So, she is Gilligan's long lost child, and does she still have his money?" Rossi asked

Hotch nodded.

"We have the motive now. We just need to catch these men" JJ said as the plane began landing.