A/N: Hello again, everyone!

A shout-out to ahowell1993, tannerose5, Hippiechic81, Beachgirl25, Amy, Martha, Susan, Betty, Skylar, and Kelly for reviewing Chapter 12!

I suggest you get REALLY ready because I hope you're all in the ride, especially in the upcoming chapters!

"Come on, Anastasia," Reid said to his daughter, sitting down cross-legging. "Roll the ball to me." But she seemed to be more interested overserving the ball than rolling it to him. "Come on, now. Roll it to Daddy. Roll it to me. Roll it." Soon, Anastasia got up, started to wobble her way towards him, handed it to him instead and sat right back down. "Okay. Give Daddy the ball. Good. That's good, too if you want to improve your motor skills. Sitting back down, cross-legged. "Alright. Let's try rolling the ball again…"

He startled a bit when he heard the door knock.

It was just JJ, who peaked her head in the door. "Hey." She greeted them with a smile as she came in.

"Hey, yourself."

"So…what are you doing?"

"Just…" Reid took a moment to sigh before looking down at his watch. He reached into his messenger bag and grabbed Anastasia's headphones over her eyes and sets a plate of snacks on the little table Garcia had set up. "Here you go, my darling. Eat up and play with your alphabet abacus while…"

Soon, Anastasia started to play with her abacus and started to unintentionally ignore Reid. "Daddy takes a break himself." He was getting used to it. "Anyway, what's going on?"

"Just wanted to see how you were doing."

"Jennifer." He knew her better. "What is it?"

JJ took a deep breath and joined him on the couch. "Are you okay?"

"What do you mean?"

"The way you acted towards Griffin in the interrogation room. I mean…I can't say I don't blame you, but…it was scary. I mean, almost like how Morgan would get, but only... I mean, I haven't seen you like this seen…"

"Since what, Jennifer?" He started to take offense by what JJ had to say "Hmm? Since who? Or better yet, since when? Since I've decided that I'm sick of fearing and losing the people I love? Well, I am. I am just so…damn…sick of fearing and losing the people I love."

"I know you're tired of losing loved ones or thinking you're going to lose them. Gideon. Morgan. Your mother. Maeve Donovan."

Reid shot Jennifer a look as to why she would bring up her name and his mother. JJ backed down, but calmly stated,

"It's a common fear and a completely understandable one."

"I just…" Reid let a tear fall on his cheek. "I don't know anymore. Sometimes, I just don't know and I..." Reid allowed JJ to wrap her arm around him and his head on her shoulder.

"When this is all over, promise me that you won't ever let or even allow this bastard to change who you are: a strong, courageous, smart, wonderful, amazing and incredible human being."

"I won't."

Garcia burst through the door as if there was a fire in the building. "Hey, my most favorite people on Earth."

"What's wrong?"

"Remember when most of the cameras in the elevators were down?"

"Yeah. What does that have to do with…"

Tara's question was answered when Garcia clicked on the video of…

"Holy…"

"No."

"Alright! Alright! I'm coming."

"Agents. And…Dr. Reid." Tina Foster stared at them back, rather unpleasant to see them as they just walked right into her place.

They were just as unpleasant as her to see as well; Reid was the most unpleasant to see her.

And there was also a special someone with them.

"To what do I own this…" She was interrupted when,

"We know you're in a sexual relationship with your client, Griffin Nicholas Richards." Hotch said.

"First of all, his name is Richard Griffin," She started to defend him. "And secondly, if you think you can get to either me or my client, Mr. Griffin with these accusations…"

"We have damning surveillance footage of you two in the elevator and leaving the BAU. Would you like us to show it to you?"

Tine covered herself further with the white robe wrapped around her black-lingerie-clad-body in shame. Attempting to regain her composure,

"I can explain…"

"Just don't bother," Reid said, not having the time nor the patience with her nonsense. "I think it's best to repeat this to the Disciplinary Committee."

"That seems like an excellent idea." Hotch agreed.

"If you think you can get to me or my client with this cloak and dagger…"

"Are you threatening federal agents and a respected prosecutor?" Reid was not in the mood for her. "Because it sounds like you're attempting to threaten us."

"Absolutely not because that would be against the law. Mr. Griffin is innocent until proven guilty."

"Oh, he is beyond guilty," Reid was itching for a fight. "And you're too stupid and blind to see it. He has a history of doing this: committing crimes under similar these aliases while being the main suspect, behavioral problems, even stalking and harassing random people he met when he was just in his teens. Did you know that under the name, Griffin Ritchard in Delaware, he was suspected of raping, torturing and murdering his female defense attorney who represented him when he was equally suspected of raping and torturing a single mother in front of her elementary-school-aged children? Soon afterward, the mother and children all died in a suspicious gas leak after moving away; he was the main suspect but claimed to have a strong alibi and since there was not enough physical evidence against him, they were forced to let him go. This goes for many of his other aliases."

As JJ stepped to the side to take a call,

"Suspected; he was not found guilty in a court of law," Tina stood her ground. "Again, my client, Mr. Griffin is innocent until proven guilty."

"It's official: your IQ's officially lowers than Homer Simpson's." Reid declared.

"Reid…"

"As a matter of fact," Hotch stepped right in front of Tina Foster and pulled off his signature stare. "I think you have something to do with Dr. Élise Bastien's disappearance and if you do, I have pressed to have you prosecuted to the full extent of the law as an accessory and accomplice."

"You are absolutely sick if you think that I…"

"Why not? You are sleeping with the enemy." Reid said with a smug smirk.

Having enough, "Okay. I think it's best for you all to just…"

"Guys," JJ alerts the team, now having all eyes on her. "That was Garcia. She got a 911 call that identifies Griffin's description at 543 McGroven Lane; home invasion."

"What?" Tina's head snapped up.

"Do you know who lives there?"

"Yes. My parents."

A/H: Sorry for the cliffhanger!