A/N: HI YOU GUYS! Here's another chapter, even though I should be writing an essay on How Correct Religion is in today's society for my English class. Ah well, this is more important than 10% of my final grade, this is getting juicy. Before your minds go to the gutter, no lemony goodness here hahahahaha. That will NOT be for quite some time. So, let's follow Amelia and Spence as they meet our Hospitalised Victim, maybe we'll learn more about Amelia along the way. Remember guys, I don't own anything recognisable, even though I wished I owned Spencer Reid, or Matthew Gray Gubler. ENJOY MY BEAUTIFUL READERS!

July 2011, Sequim, Washington, USA

AmeliaPOV

I walked into the Hospital with Spencer, smelling the familiar smell of cleanliness and sick people. I was a bit peeved that I wasn't allowed to speak to the victim, though I knew that Hotch had a point. We walked into the victim's room, after showing our credentials to the Police Officers guarding the door. She was a small thing; the blankets bundled around her making her look even smaller. I took a seat in a chair near the door. She couldn't be more than 21 years old, she didn't deserve this, none of them did.

Spencer took a seat next to her bed, "I'm Spencer, I'm with the FBI. I'm here to protect you from your attacker, but before I can do that you need to talk to me. Could you tell me your name?"

Silence.

"Age?"

Silence.

"Anything?" he seemed desperate.

Silence. Tumbleweed.

After twenty minutes, Spencer gave up. "Go call the team, see if they can get through to her."

I nodded, leaving the room to fetch them.

They arrived twenty minutes later and Spencer left the room, "She won't speak, at all. She looks at you, comprehends you, but nothing in response."

Hotch went in next, though he got same response.

So did Rossi.

And Morgan.

And Prentiss.

And JJ.

Even Garcia was met by stony silence.

The entire team looked frustrated, "Well what are we going to do now?" Hotch said, we can't profile if we know nothing about her"

"Amy should try." Spence said, breaking the silence that had followed Hotch's rant.

He immediately shook his head, "No, she has no experience."

I rolled my eyes, "Excuse me, I do, I've done the training. I could give it a bash, what's the worst that could happen? She'll just ignore me too. I'll take Spence in too if that'll make you feel better. I'll even record it."

Hotch thought about this for a moment then eventually consented, "Fine, Reid, make sure this goes well. Strauss is already on my case about this case."

We nodded, heading into the room and shutting the door behind us.

The girl looked bored, Spence occupied the seat I was in previously and I sat next to her bed. I placed the recorder on the table. I decided to try a technique that none of the others had thought of. I sat in silence too.

I stayed this way for 15 minutes, humming to myself and examining my nails when she finally spoke.

"Why aren't you trying to talk to me?"

I saw Spencer sit up, alert. I looked up, "I was trying to make you comfortable."

"Well, I guess you succeeded." She said, a ghost of a smile gracing her lips.

I stuck my hand out "I'm Amelia, Amelia Julietta Botecelli."

She took my hand limply, "I'm Katryna, Katryna Blakova."

I held onto her hand, "How old are you?"

"18."

I smiled "I'm 21. Now Katryna, I need you to tell me what happened to you."

Her smile fell and she removed her hand. "That's all you want me to do. You want me to relive hell. Do you know what it's like to have your innocence taken away from you? Do you know what it's like to know that you'll never be the same again. You don't know. You don't understand what it's like to go to hell."

I stood, "Oh don't you kid yourself, I do know what it's like. I know what it's like to go to hell and back, I know what it is like to stare death in the face. I know what it's like to live all your worst fears in a matter of hours. But, I also know how good it feels to fight the demons, to tell them to get stuffed; I know how good it feels to be able to live again." I said, one tear rolling down my cheek.

Katryna looked taken aback by my outburst, before she relaxed, "okay, I'll tell you everything."

She was done half an hour later. I stood and left, tape recorder in hand. I passed it to Hotch before walking away, telling him I needed some time. He understood, and sent Spence with me.

Spence drove me to the Hotel we were staying at, Garcia had 'accidently' made us share a room again. We walked to the room, which was the same as all the others; single beds, tiny tv, no mini fridge. I sat on my bed and looked up to him. One look at his face, and I burst into tears.

SpencerPOV

My eyes widened as she began to cry. What do I do? I'm Dr Spencer Walter Reid, child prodigy, and there was no PHD on how to deal with crying women, or women at all. I moved towards her and sat next to her on her bed. I reached out to touch her shoulder, when she wrapped her arms around me and began to sob, laying her head on my chest. I was stiff for a moment, before wrapping my arms around her sobbing form. "Sshh Amy, it'll be okay. You don't need to cry, why don't we try and talk about it?" I offered, at a loss at what else I could say.

Her last tears dried to a hiccup and she sat up. She took a deep breath before she began to speak.

"In 2001, I was in my final year of High School; I was 11, yet to turn 12. Many world Universities were interested in me attending their courses. One of the interested parties was NYU. By a way of coincidence I was already going to New York with the school on a trip, so the University paid for all of my expenses. We were going Wednesday to Wednesday. We had a great time. On September 11th, our next to last day in the city, we went up to the top of the World Trade Centre to watch the sun rise over the whole of New York, and get breakfast in the restaurant."

"About 15 minutes before the planes hit, I realised that I had forgotten my camera, our minibus was parked out the front so I told the teacher that I was just running to get it. So I climbed into the lift, when something, maybe divine intervention, told me to get out of the lift on the next floor. So I did, I was on the 32nd floor. I began to walk down the stairs, when I felt the building shake. I tripped, and began to fall down the flights of stairs. I had broken my leg, I couldn't stand up. I heard screams; people began to run towards me, none of them thinking about me. I screamed and screamed for help. Eventually someone saw me and began to carry me down the stairs. I was taken to an Ambulance outside and my leg put into a cast. That's when I saw the building in flames; it collapsed not long after that."

"40 pupils and 5 teachers, gone. I was the only one to survive the trip. I had to take the plane home, with 40 empty seats nearby. I had to change schools, because there were people that blamed me for this all happening. I had to see a therapist up until I moved here. There wasn't even any bodies to bury, but I went to every single funeral. That's why I don't like heights, that's why I don't like planes, that's why I don't like the dark. Because for a while in there, it didn't look like I would make it either." She finished, looking at me.

I was shocked to say the least. "You'll get past this Amy, you're strong."

She smiled a watery smile, "I always have, always will Spence."

She didn't know this, but I would protect her to the very end. Because I loved her.

A/N: Oh there be some Drama! Remember to review!