Last time:
Claire just put her head back down, annoyed. It should be her handling this.

Warning: Swearing in this chapter

"Yeah. Whatever."

"She shouldn't have known that"

"Known what Reid?" Morgan turned to him.

"About the Irish descent. Garcia and I discovered it when we were first looking at the victims families. However, we decided that it couldn't be the common factor because in the first and third victims the descent was so small, and you had to go really far back to even see the line. How could she have known about that?"

"I don't know Reid. This case hasn't made sense since day one. I guess now we can at least confirm the link tying all the girls together. What still doesn't make sense to me is her tie into the case." Morgan swung open the car door and held it open for Reid, while continuing "do you think maybe she has some sort of tie to the Unsub?"

Reid shook his head, thinking while getting in. "It wouldn't make sense for Sarah to have some tie to the Unsub and not already have attacked him with the passion she was exhibiting. Also, what could she possibly mean with the whole 'shoot in the head' ordeal? And finally, why start speaking now?"

"I don't like this Reid. I feel like this case is leading up to something that none of us are going to forget."

"Me to Morgan. Me to."

—

"I said, can I get some water in here?!" Claire kicked the table in frustration. She was supposed to be out there, and she was stuck. And the stupid police wouldn't even give her some water.

After Spencer and his partner had left Claire had been subjected to mans' worse nightmare- boredom. Only made worse by the fact that the ghoul was still out there and was going to undoubtedly attack again.

"You know. They'd be more likely to listen to you if you asked nicely."

Claire was brought to attention by the female voice. It was the same chick from earlier, the one Claire had nicely told to suck one. Normally Claire wasn't this aggressive, but the manner in which the agent had held herself and the motherly 'I really care about what's going on in your life' attitude had reminded her of... someone.

"Yeah, well. I wouldn't be in here if it weren't for you guys so I'm not exactly feeling the part of kind." Claire responded with a huff. Who did this chick think she is, telling her how to act. Claire didn't need anyone.

"Where did you hear about the girls?"

Claire looked up, confused.

"Excuse me?"

"The girls. You told Reid and Morgan that they all had the same Irish descent. Where did you hear that?"

Nowhere lady. That knowledge was acquired after hours and hours of library study.

"Doesn't matter. I just knew it."

The agent slowly nodded her head and smiled at this. She pulled the chair out and sat down and the interrogation table.

"Sarah. You seem like a very sweet girl stuck in a bad situation" Claire guffawed at this, "we truly want to help you." The agent continued to study her for a moment.

"How did you get hurt?" She motioned to her hand.

Claire hugged it closer to her. It had been a nasty fight between her and a djinn. But Claire had come out on top, with the djinn left dead in a warehouse, not before her hand had been absolutely wrecked though.

"Got it falling down the stairs. Idiot me I guess" Claire shrugged and turned away, disinterested in the conversation.

"Is someone hurting you Sarah?" That comment however made her flip back around.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"Sarah. Is someone abusing you? You've been skittish and won't make eye contact with me. You've been making up stories about the injuries you've received." The agent leaned closer to Claire, invading her personal bubble. "Do I remind you of her? If so all we want to do is help. You just have to tell us what's going on."

Claire took only a second to think of her reply. Straightening her back and spitting it out with such vigor Dean would be proud of her.

"Fuck. You."

Chapter end