CHAPTER ONE

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"I don't know Em," Penelope said with a sigh. "I have to go to the police station after Professor Hotch's class."

"Ugh!" Emily let out a disapproving sound. "Going to see hottie Rossi, I see?" Emily smirked.

"Ew, no," She cringed. "He's like 80 years old and plus he's my uncle somehow." They both begin to laugh as they walked down the side walk towards the eastern side of campus.

"I was just kidding you know," Emily hit her shoulder against Penelope's own.

"Yeah, I know Em, but he's actually quite attractive for being forty, and the man can cook." Emily laughed and shook her head as they walked into the dark red brick building.

"Speaking of cutie, when are you going to go see Doctor Reid again?" Emily asked they both began their way up the steps, avoiding the crowd waiting for the elevator.

"I have an appointment with him tomorrow," Penelope stated. "He is quite cute I might agree on that."

"I mean seriously he's your age and has his doctorate in psychology, social work and I feel like he has three more. That man is a freaking genius." Both of the girls passed the first door to go up to the second floor.

"He sometimes goes off into rants, but overall he is a good guy," Penelope shrugged.

"Who do I have to go off on and plead insanity to see him?" Penelope rolled her eyes at Emily's statement.

"No one, you just go to his office and ask him out already, seems like all you ever talk about is Dr. Reid."

"Nothing wrong with that, he is a very attractive man," she smiled widely thinking about him.

"Oh hush woman."

Emily winked at her and put an arm around Penelope's shoulders. "Would be better if you got his number for me, since he does know you."

"Nope, I may be your best friend but that is one thing I will not do. After all he is my shrink."

"I don't even get why you see a shrink," Emily pulled opened the door to the second floor and they walked thru heading to the end of the hall.

"I just have some things they I sometimes need to get off my chest about my past."
"But that is what I AM here for," Emily laid her other hand on her chest.

Penelope smiled as they walked into the classroom, leaving it at that. Strolling over to their seat to the left of the classroom, the girls sat in the middle section so they weren't too close but not too far away. Their bags hit the floor with a thump before they slid into their seats.

This is just another average day in the life of Penelope Garcia. Getting up, going to classes every weekday morning, then some days going to the precinct. Emily doesn't know why she actually goes to the precinct. She thinks Penelope goes to train for her degree in law enforcement. Thus, being partly true, she mostly goes upon the account of her ability…that not many know about.

People started to pile into the class room and to their seats. Like always, the girls were chatting about random things. Penelope takes out her favorite pen with the flower on the end, almost matched the hair clip which was keeping her blond curls out of her hair. Pushing her glasses up against her nose tighter she laughed as Emily talked about this kid she saw the other day. Glancing up at the door Penelope saw him for the first time in a few days. Quickly with a gasp she tapped Emily's arm.

"There he is," she whispered.

"Derek Morgan," Emily rolled her eyes this time. "Woman, go over and talk to him."

Penelope looked at her as if she was ignorant. "Are you kidding me? Have you seen that man, he's like a God in flesh."

Emily suppressed a laugh as the door was being propped open, a man in a suit walked in. "Afternoon class," Professor Hotchner said.

"Afternoon" came from all around the classroom, almost everyone's eyes on him as he sat his briefcase on the table next to his podium. His hands clapped together then rubs them looking into the class.

"Okay class today is going to be a fun day I think," Professor Hotchner stated. "I have a guest for you today." He looked towards the door. "Jack, please come in."

The class glanced towards the door to see what looked like a five year old come thru the door. He had his eyes on the class as he trotted towards the professor. His eyes meet Hotchner's and ran to him. Professor Hotchner squatted down and opens his arms to the little kid. The child gleamed and wrapped his arms around Hotchner's neck. Standing back up he turned his body back to the class.

"Class, this is my son, Jack," he looks down at his son. "Say hi to the class Jack."

Jack waved his hand in a swift motion. "Hello."

"Hello" came from across the room as some students waved back.

"Today class we are going to experience the mind of a child," Prof. Hotchner sat Jack down on the table next to his briefcase. "You all are going to fill out this packet, full of simple questions so it shouldn't take you too long. Then as a class we are going to answer and ask Jack the same questions." He smiled lovely at his son.

He stepped over and opened his briefcase, pulling out a stack of papers as Jack swung his feet back and forth. Hotchner walked towards the students counting the papers to how many people where in that row and then moved to the next. "As I pass these out, you are welcomed to begin it." He finished the right side and started on the left, repeating the process. After every person had a packet he went back to the front and looked at his watch. "I'm gonna give you about twenty minutes. It shouldn't even take you that long."

Penelope took a packet off the top of the pile then passed it to her left to Emily and she did the same. She looks at her packet, as she wrote her hand in the right hand corner of the packet with her flower pen. Penelope began to read the first question: 'What is your dream job? '. Penelope giggled, answering the question then reading the next one. She felt like she was back in elementary school. Her pen wrote and circled as she turned page after page, finally getting to question fifty.

She put her pen down then laid her chin in her hands as her elbows sat on the desk. Her eyes scanned the room. Her eyes stopped on Derek Morgan, the senior player. He was one of the guys who always went out and partied on the weekend and didn't come to class often. Her blue eyes looked up his back, watching all his curves as the leans back and stretched. She bites the end of her pen, not even noticing she picked it back up. He turns to the side talking to one of his friends, flashing that delicious smile. Her hands fall on the desk as she leaned forward a bit. His lips moving so delectably, he said something about this weekend.

"Pen-e-lo-peeee," Emily said to her pronouncing every syllable, making the 'pe' last longer than it should.

"Yes dear?" Penelope said pulling her eyes away from that nice piece of chocolate to look at her.

"Thought I lost you there for a minute," Emily whispered.

Penelope smiled. "Nah I was just distracted by God's creation."

"Well, why don't you just-"

"Okay class your twenty minutes is up," Professor Hotchner spoke as he looked at his watch. "This is how it is going to happen. I will ask the class the question first then I will ask Jack. Does that sound okay with you Jack?" Jack nods now sitting in front of the podium in Hotchner's brown office like chair. "First question, please read it aloud then answer it. Now, who would like to answer that?" Hotchner looked around the room and saw a hand up, calling on Alex, one of the party girls.

"What is your dream job? To be a famous actress," Alex stated.

"Why is that Miss Blake?" Professor Hotchner asked as he leaded on the table Jack was sitting on earlier.

"That is a no brainer, the money. It would be nice to have that much money and be able to do anything you wanted. That and you can get dressed up for no reason, party and control your own job," she said.

"That is very true, Miss Blake, but what about the publicity?" Hotchner challenged.

"No problem, just hire a look-a-like."

Hotchner laughed softly. "Okay Jack, you're turn to answer the question buddy."
Jack looks up at his father and smiled. "Could you repeat the question?"

"Sure can little guy. What is your dream job?" Hotchner repeats.

Jack looks at him, "I wanna be a ninja turtle." The class erupts in laughter as some 'aww's where heard.

"Well Jack, why is that?" Professor Hotchner smiled down at his son, smiling.

"They fight off bad guys and eat pizza whenever they want to."
"That class is the mind of a child, innocent and a dreamer," Hotchner ruffled his son's hair. "Who would like to read the next question?"

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Penelope walked into the precinct after class with her backpack on her back. Walking up to the front desk she smiled at Officer LaMontagne.

"Good Afternoon Officer," Penelope smiled.

"Afternoon Miss Garcia," he handed her the visitor sheet to sign in.

"Has it been busy?" she asked, signing on the line.

"Not too busy, coffee machine is on the fritz again."

"That isn't good," she handed the clipboard back to him.

"Ehh, it's time for a new one."
"That I can agree on," Penelope smiled, know what a good cup of coffee tasted like.

"Agent Rossi said to go ahead and send ya in."

"Thanks Officer LaMontagne," she said then walked to her right into the precinct, where quite a few desks were.

Penelope quietly walked to Agent Rossi's office; waving to everyone she has gotten to know. Her knuckles hit the door as she knocks. "Agent Rossi."
He looked up from his desk and stood up. "Miss Garcia," he smiled. "How are you today sweetie?"

"I'm okay," she smiled and walked to the office a bit. "How are you?"

"Come on in, shut the door and have a seat," he gestured to the chair and couch in his office. "I'm doing well."

Penelope closed the door behind her before she walked in and sat in the brown comfy couch against his wall. "That is great to hear."

"School go well today?" he asked as he said back down in his chair.

"Pretty funny actually, Professor Hotchner had a good lecture today," she took her bag off and laid it next to her. "Anything new on the case?"

Rossi folds his fingers together as he looked at her. "Nothing yet, I was hoping you might have something."

"I might have something. I had a dream last night, it wasn't that long but it still might help," Penelope crossed her legs and leaned forward a bit.

"Anything could help at the time being. Our lead ended up being a dud," Rossi said matter-of-factly as he tried to straighten the papers on his desk. "So," he grabbed a pen and piece of paper, "please let me know what you saw."

Penelope closed her eyes trying to remember what she saw the night before. Flowing back to her nightmare, she began to remember. "It was dark, by a forest. I could feel the wind, stepping over leaves and branches. I could hear them snap as I walked through. The trees tall, it was hard to see until I saw a light ahead."

"Was it the same forest the body was found in?" Rossi asked as he wrote a few things down.
"Yes, same spot but something was different. There was more than one person," Penelope raised an eyebrow.

"More than one you say?"

In Penelope's mind she moved closer to the light, finally able to see more just like in her dream. "Yes, one was holding the flashlight and the other was digging. There is garbage bag next to them."
"The body was in the bag," Rossi stated.

Penelope cringed. "My dream moved forward a bit, and I saw the garbage bag being put into the hole. Both of the people began to cover up the hole with dirt, they buried her. They got it all finished then they began to argue about what to do next. One man in a black baseball hat started to yell. I couldn't quite make out what he was saying. Something about brushing the ground."

"Why we couldn't find a good footprint," Rossi scribbled down the information.

Penelope gasped. "The man in the baseball cap and the hooded man began to get in a fight. Punching each other, the cap man is beating him to a pulp." Her hands moved to her mouth as she felt a tear fall from her eye. "He… he continues until the hooded man isn't breathing anymore. Blood, blood is all I can see now. It's getting blurry." Penelope was about to open her eyes when she puts her hand out to signal to Rossi she wasn't done yet. "The hooded man grabbed something from around the cap guy's neck." She tried to focus more, making her head cringe in pain. "It looks like dog tags. I can only see a few numbers in the middle. Five, nine, dash, three, one." Penelope opens her eyes not being able to take the pain anymore. She put her hands on her head and rubbed her temple. "That is all I can handle."

Rossi got up from his desk and walked over, sitting down next to Penelope. "Miss Garcia, you have done more than you know you have." He placed a hand on her back and begins to rub up and down it. "Your parents would be proud."

"I hope so," Penelope smiled a bit as she wiped a few tears away.

"I know they are," Rossi smiled and handed her a tissue from the box on his desk. "Are you busy at the moment or would you like to go catch a bad guy?"

Penelope smiled back a bit. "Can I get a few minutes to recuperate?"

"Take all the time you need sweetie," he stood up from the couch. "I will be taking the information to the analyst and the rest of the team. Just meet me in the briefing room when you can." He placed a kiss on her forehead. "I am very lucky to have a niece like you."

Penelope smiled as he walked the door. She laid on the couch and tried to not cry from the pain of trying to remember the terror she had the night before. Hoping that it would get easier to remember each time she tries, and hopefully it doesn't kill her.

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