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Day 1.5:

As we settled in the jet, after discussing the case a little bit more, Penelope sat down with Jen and Emily. Derek had his headphones on and his eyes closed, while Dave and Aaron were playing chess. Spencer came over to sit with me on the couch; I had my face glued to the window watching the sunrise.

"Are you okay? You have hardly said anything at all today," he asked me with a concerned look.

"Yes. It's just a little strange being here with all of you. It feels like a dream," I answered back with a small smile. I sobered and asked, "Spencer, what are the chances of finding these kids alive?" He opened his mouth and I cut him off with a teasing smile, "Please don't give me a long answer."

He returned my smile, at the teasing, but turned somber and said, "There are a lot of different factors that we won't know of until we land, but it doesn't look good, Kitty Cat."

I frowned, "That is what I was afraid of. I hope they're still alive Spencer."

"Me too Kitty Cat, me too." He sat down next to me, on the couch, and I curled up against him and fell asleep.

I woke up a little while later but didn't move. I could tell that Spencer was asleep and I know that sometimes people talk more freely when they think you don't understand or can't hear them. I could hear my sister, Emily and Penelope talking.

Emily said, "Are you sure that she is ready for something like this? I-"

Penelope cut her off, "It's been what, fourteen years?"

"Thirteen and a half," Jen corrected.

Derek took off his headphones, "Is that why Strauss didn't want her to come on this one?"

Jen jumped back in, "I didn't want her to come on this one either."

Penelope cut my sister off, "Yeah, but that is different, JJ, you want to protect her."

Aaron said, "Missing kids are always a tough case-"

Dave cut him off, "It would be even tougher if you were a missing kid once upon a time."

I could feel their eyes on me. I half wished it was Jen I was curled up with; maybe then they wouldn't be talking about me. I never want to think about what happened.

Emily sighed, "Well, I suppose that she seems okay curled up next to Reid over there."

"Spence is still her security blanket for long car rides," I could hear Jen grinning. They burst out laughing at that.

"Shh!" That was Penelope. No one can shush quite like her. "You'll wake them up before I get my picture."

I wanted to move when I heard that, but Spencer makes a great pillow and it is true; I won't go on long car rides unless Spencer is there with me. After the accident, it took months before I could get into a car without a panic attack. My daddy was driving and my mama was sitting up front. I was sitting in the back with my hockey helmet still on. I hated that helmet. My mama had picked it out, and it was pink with sparkles. It was nine o'clock at night, pitch black; we had only just left the arena. The truck hit us as my daddy turned to get on the highway. The car made a horrific crunching sound when the truck hit. The car rolled over into a ditch. My mama was screaming and my daddy didn't make a sound. The doctor's said that he died on impact while my mama died in the hospital a few hours later, because of internal bleeding. When I woke up, my doctor told me that my horrible pink helmet probably saved my life.

Unfortunately that is not why Emily asked if I was ready. The night I turned 7, my best friend Beth and I were kidnapped from my bedroom. I was gone for almost six months and Beth never came home. Spencer thought I was ready. Strauss agreed to let me come because she though that I might be able to help find the kids. This new unsub was behaving the same way my abductor did. If we did find the kids, I would be able to talk to them, to relate. If we didn't find them, Strauss seemed to think I might be able to help the families. Jen was just worried, like any big sister would be. I sure thought that I was ready.

After the click of the camera, everyone was quiet. I could hear them moving around in the plane. Someone's watch alarm went off and it startled Spencer awake. He stretched a bit, ran his fingers through my hair and whispered, "I know you're awake Kitty Cat; you can't fool me."

I turned my face towards him and whispered back with a pout, "They were talking about me again."

He smiled at me, "Of course they were; you're family." Spencer gave me an unreadable look, "Do you want JJ to come sit with you?"

I shrugged and held onto a handful of Spencer's blue and grey sweater vest, "I don't care."

He smiled at me, "Of course you care." Then he called out to my sister, "JJ! It's your turn to be the pillow now."

I could hear everyone chuckling. Jen came to sit down with us. I wondered if the mood was usually so light; I can't imagine that it would be. For a few short hours it felt almost like a family vacation. Jen carded her fingers through my hair and for just a moment, with my eyes closed, curled between the two of them, it felt like I had my parents back. Jen ruined the moment by talking. "I'm sorry about that Kitty Cat, we're just worried. We do want you around-"

I cut her off, "Don't be worried Jen, I'll be fine."

She smiled down at me, "Go back to sleep, we still have another hour before we arrive in Montreal and then we have to meet the Royal Canadian Mounted Police and set up at the police station in Pierrefonds-Roxboro."

"How long will the car ride take?" I asked quietly.

"About thirty minutes, so not too long." Jen stuck her tongue out at me.

"Says you." I stuck my tongue out at my sister.

Spencer laughed quietly and said, "Go back to sleep; we'll wake you up before we land."

I conceded defeat and as I started to drift off, I could feel Jen's fingers carding through my hair. My last conscious action, and thought, was to secure my hand to her light blue shirt. She wouldn't be able to leave without waking me up.

I woke up to the sound of Jen's voice saying, "Wake up Kitty Cat. We're landing soon and we have to go over what is going to happen, with Hotch."

When I opened my eyes, I could see that everyone else was already crowded around the table where Aaron and Dave were sitting. I let go of Jen's shirt and Spencer's sweater vest and stretched. There wasn't enough space for all eight of us around the tiny table, so Spencer pulled me down to sit on his lap. My one short intake of breath led to Spencer wrapping an arm around my waist to keep me calm. We got a couple of raised eyebrows from Aaron and Dave and smiles from everyone else. Spencer could still see the documents on the table, over my head, so no one made me move. Aaron gave a brief overview of the case and I know I shouldn't have, but I tuned him out after I got my 'assignment'. I was going with Derek and Spencer to the latest abduction site. The little girl was abducted the night before we left; she is the reason the team was called in. I'd been staring at the photos of the kids and their bedrooms for a while; they were all white and they all had similar features. The newest one looked like Beth. I was so distracted that I didn't even notice the little red light for seat belts had been turned on.

Emily interrupted my thoughts, "T'es correct Catherine?"

"Oui Emily, je suis correct. C'est juste un peu dûr," I answered with a slight frown.

Emily looked at my face and answered, "C'est toujours difficile avec des enfants Chérie. Viens t'assior avec moi."

"Okay," I answered and I climbed off Spencer's lap, to sit with Emily for the plane's descent.

After everyone put on coats and boots, we disembarked from the plane. As I followed Derek and Spencer to the black SUV, there was a hand on my shoulder; it made my blood run cold. The whole team knew that I didn't like being touched. I thought that maybe it was someone else, that maybe my hyper-vigilance had failed. Similar thoughts were racing through my mind as I turned around slowly. It was only Aaron and Dave standing behind me. I breathed a sigh of relief; they're usually classified as non-threats, just like the rest of the team.

"Sorry Catherine. I just need to make sure you're good to go. We're counting on you," said Aaron.

"I wont let you down sir," I promised.

My answer got me a smile. "I know you won't Catherine. We'll try to make sure no one from outside the team touches you, alright?"

My "Thank you" was barely above a whisper.

I climbed into the back of the black SUV, with Spencer. Derek sat up front with someone from the RCMP; he was wearing an odd red uniform. Thankfully he was sitting in the driver's seat and couldn't turn around to shake my hand, like he did with Derek and Spencer.

The man introduced himself as Officer Louis. He said that everyone from the team was going to the station first, which confused me for a moment. Spencer must have sensed my confusion because he signed to me that the parents wanted to talk with us first. It clicked then, the little girl who looked like Beth; her parents were visiting Quebec from New York. The dad was a foreign dignitary from Germany.

As we drove towards the highway, I crushed Spencer's offered hand in mine. I hate highways. I could see Derek looking at me in the mirror and I gave him what I hope was a reassuring smile; it probably came out closer to a grimace. Luckily for me, officer Louis was so focused on the traffic that he didn't notice my unease. I calmed down quite a bit once we had been in the car for a while and traffic thinned out. There were no trucks around which helped.

Once we arrived at the station in Pierrefonds-Roxboro, Emily and Aaron were at the front of the team, ready to greet everyone, and I just wanted to hide in the back. Thankfully, we had to meet the Sargent in charge, the one who asked for the team's help, Michel Belanger. Sargent Belanger greeted us warmly and showed us where we could set up. Penelope had the office next to our conference room for her computers.

I helped Spencer put the case together on the clear glass boards. Due to the change in plans, the rest of the team had a meeting about who was going to talk to the parents and who was going to the sites of the abductions. Emily and I were going to talk to the parents of Alice Liddell because we both speak German. I was worried because I had never witnessed an interview before, but Emily was going to run it; I was just supposed to sit there, listen and learn.

We introduced ourselves to little Alice's parents. "Hallo Herr und Frau Liddell. Ich heiße Emily Prentiss und sie heiße Catherine Jareau. Wie heißen Sie? We are from the FBI and we are helping look into the disappearance of your daughter Alice."

"Ich bin Heinrich Liddell und das ist mein Frau, Trude," Herr Liddell responded to Emily's introduction. Then he immediately wanted to know what was being done to find his younger daughter. Emily calmed him down and then we started the interview with simple questions.

"What was your daughter wearing when she disappeared?" asked Emily.

"She was wearing a blue nightgown," answered Frau Liddell. "My liebling Alice was sleeping in the same room as her sister, but Abigail was not taken."

Emily shot me a look, I knew what it meant, and I needed to talk to Abigail. "Now, your daughter Alice is seven, how old is your other daughter?"

"Abby ist zwolf, I mean she is twelve." Frau Liddell was in tears, "She is in the car and won't get out. She didn't even want to leave the apartment, Heinrich had to carry her."

After that comment, I left to go find Abby and Emily continued the interview without me. As I passed Spencer in the hallway, I asked him to accompany me. I didn't, and still don't, know how to conduct a proper cognitive interview.

When Derek found me later, I had Abby curled up in my lap; she had cried herself to sleep. Spencer had left us alone, after he had the information the team needed. As I looked down at Abby on my lap, I knew why the unsub had not taken her: she was too old. All the other children who had been abducted were between the ages of seven and ten. Derek told me that it was time to leave and I had to take Abby to her parents. I woke Abby up gently and carried her into the station, when she wouldn't let Derek carry her. Emily was finished with the interview so I handed Abby off to her parents and left with Derek and Spencer.

Derek drove and I sat in the front seat (it makes car rides more bearable). Spencer sat in the back. When we arrived at our destination, I understood why Frau Liddell would call it an apartment and not a hotel suite. It was huge with three bedrooms, a kitchen, a dining room, two bathrooms, a living room and an extra room that was being used as an office. They were on the ground floor with access to a snow-covered garden. It looked like the unsub got into the girls' bedroom through the sliding glass door; the lock was broken. Outside, in the garden, one of the CSI's had found a cloth soaked in what they though was chloroform.

Derek and Spencer poked around more than I did; I spent most of my time in the girls' bedroom looking at the family photographs and the bookcases. The family was nearing the end of their month long stay for Herr Liddell's business. The girls had Franklin books, Robert Munsch books, the Twilight series, all seven Harry Potter books, as well as Alice's Adventures in Wonderland. I had a horrifying thought and called out for Spencer.

He came running.

Derek followed at a more sedated pace.

"What is it? What's wrong?" he demanded.

"Look at the book shelf Spence, tell me which book is out of place," I said quickly.

Derek looked but he didn't see anything out of the ordinary.

Spencer tilted his head, "Alice doesn't belong."

"Do you have the crime scene photos for the other children's bedrooms?" I asked Derek.

"Sure, they're in the car," Derek answered, "but why does Alice in Wonderland not belong?"

I explained before Spencer could jump in, "Everything else is new; Alice's Adventures in Wonderland is a Victorian era British Novel. It's old. Maybe I'm wrong but I think I saw the same book in the other photos."

After we looked at the other crime scene photos, Derek agreed with me. At every single abduction site, there was an identical copy of Alice's Adventures in Wonderland. Derek called Aaron and Dave to let them know. They called Emily and Jen. Then Derek called Penelope to see if she could track down anything about the books. Unfortunately they were just generic copies, the kind you could get any Barnes and Noble or Chapters. They were new though; they came out when the new Alice in Wonderland movie did, 2010.

When I looked over the names of the abducted children, I shivered. Alice, Regina Rose, Bianca, Catherine, Henry and Robert. I looked up at Spencer, "He is collecting the characters of Alice's Adventures in Wonderland."

Derek snorted, "Seriously?"

I shot him a dark look. "Alice, the red queen, the white queen, the Cheshire cat, the King and the White Rabbit."

Spencer gave me a hard look before saying, "A copy-cat?"

I shivered, "It has to be a copy-cat."

Derek frowned, "We should call Hotch."

The sun was setting as we drove back to the station, in silence. Spencer was quickly reading a copy of Alice in Wonderland that we had picked up from the nearest bookstore. I didn't need to reread the book; I have it memorized. Jen was waiting for us when we got back to the station; she grabbed me and held on tight.

"It's not him," she told me.

"Are you sure Jen?"

"No I'm not sure, but it can't be him."

"Don't lie. It's him."

"We don't know that Kitty Cat. It might be someone else."

"If it's not him, then who is it?"

"I don't know."

When she let me go to look me over, I could see Spencer's worried look and Derek's frown.

They both went inside to the conference room and left us in the front entrance.

Jen pursed her lips, "They only have three rooms available for us, so the girls are all bunking together. Will that be okay?"

"Two beds Jen?"

"Three," she answered with a grin. "We've got a suite."

"Are we sure this guy is a copy-cat? I read the case file; the ending was pretty gruesome," Morgan questioned Hotch.

Hotch answered, "It might not be a copy-cat: the original unsub was never caught."

"Did Strauss know about any of this?" Morgan asked.

Rossi answered, "I doubt it; then again, she might have known something because she did approve Catherine joining us under the pretense of using her if we find the children, as well as her language skills, which Prentiss also has."

"She has been helpful so far. She managed to get Abigail Liddell to talk, no one else who tried could," said Prentiss.

Spencer added, "She figured out Alice in Wonderland didn't belong before I did."

Garcia asked, "What happened to her? I haven't seen the case file. I mean, I know she was abducted and I know she uses Catherine now instead of Alice. But what really happened?"

Hotch grimaced and Rossi answered Penelope's question, "From 1999-2001 Charles Dodgson abducted more than twenty young girls and boys, between the ages of seven and twelve. From the videos that he made, we know that he forced the children to perform the story Alice's Adventures in Wonderland. It appears that if they did not, or could not, act the part accordingly, he killed them. Catherine is one of three children to survive. We don't exactly know what he did to them, or with them, off camera but we have a pretty good idea. Catherine and her best friend, Beth, were the second to last victims to be abducted."

Garcia started to cry.

The team was ready to give the profile to the RCMP and local cops. Hotch started, "Our unsub is a white male, Charles Dodgson and he has a partner who is between the ages of 20 and 30. He is either taking his time or he has abducted other children, whom we don't know about."

Rossi continued, "He needs somewhere to hide the kids with easy access but where no one can hear them if they scream - maybe a factory or an abandoned building. This means he either has money or a job, probably both."

Reid added, "He will be above average intelligence and appear non threatening, but he still needs to be fit enough to carry dead weight around. He abducted a set of twins and it looks like he carried them out at the same time. There was only one set of footprints leading away from the house."

Prentiss continued, "He has his own vehicle. He knows the houses which means that he is probably stalking his victims."

Rossi added, "You need to be cautious when approaching them. Charles Dodgson killed about half of the children before the police found him and then killed all but three in the final stand off."

Morgan said, "The previous unsub threatened to blow himself up and had various buildings belonging to him rigged with explosives, so please be careful. We don't know if they will do the same thing again."

Jen walked in with me and finished the profile with, "He won't stop until we catch him."

After the profile was given, the team and I headed to our hotel on Highway 40. It was getting late and we had been up for close to twenty-four hours (naps not included). We were all jet-lagged. Aaron and Dave were sharing a room, as were Derek and Spencer. We said goodnight to them and trooped upstairs to our room. Penelope and Emily took the two twin beds in the second room. That left the 'master' for Jen and I. We didn't mind; the bed was huge.

After we said goodnight to Penelope and Emily, Jen and I got ready for bed. Jen told me that after our big sister died, she used to sleep in Jessie's room. I never knew Jessie; she died less than a year before I was born. Jen used to tell me stories about her and Jessie. I wish I had known her but if she had lived, I would not have been born. I was a replacement child. I've known this for years. Some of the boys in primary school used to tease me because of it. After my parents died, for the month that I was in the hospital, I used to hear the old biddies talking about how the replacement child got her parents killed. It hurt and when Jen found out, she ripped into them for making me feel bad. I was five, almost six, when Jen left for university. I missed her so much, but sometimes she would come home on weekends and she was always there for summer break. Jen started working for the bureau when I was twelve, two years before our parents died. She joined Aaron's team a year later. Jen and I fell asleep holding hands in that big comfy bed.

French:

Emily: (T'es correct Catherine?) Are you okay Catherine?

Catherine: (Oui Emily, je suis correct. C'est juste un peu dûr.) Yes Emily, I'm all right. It's just a little bit difficult.

Emily: (C'est toujours difficile avec des enfants Chérie. Viens t'assior avec moi.) IT is always difficult with kids darling. Come sit with me.

German:

Emily: (Hallo Herr und Frau Liddell. Ich heiße Emily Prentiss und sie heiße Catherine Jareau. Wie heißen Sie?) Hello Mr. and Mrs. Liddell. My name is Emily Prentiss and this is Catherine Jareau.

Herr Liddell: (Ich bin Heinrich Liddell und das ist mein Frau, Trude) I am Henry Liddell and this is my wife Trudy.

Frau Liddell: (leibling) darling

Herr Liddell: (Abby ist zwolf) Abby is twelve.

AN: Edited June 5th 2012.