--Mid-Day—

The drive to the Northeast part of the state was relatively uneventful.

Reid posed an odd question. "Why do you think Hotch pairs me up with you a majority of the time?"

The pair was heading up an interstate that would exit directly into the town.

Morgan was taken aback slightly. "What do you mean kid?"

"Nothing really, it's just that in a situation I am useless, you're the muscle." Reid reasoned.

The young genius was thinking about all the times he was taken hostage, or beaten up. None of the others had been victimized so much, so why was he able to continue on.

Morgan sat straight. "Don't sell yourself short; with out you we would have never caught most of the people we have caught. I am strength but you…you are like the key."

To most Reid was like a younger brother, but more so to none other then Morgan. It was an odd situation for them both; so mostly they stayed silent. The drive passed swiftly and soon they were at their destination. The house was not too far from the interstate, but it was obvious it had been there for more then a century. On one side of the narrow road was only two turn of the century homes, on the other side were other modern homes. The old stone walls spoke of former farm fields. The fields were now long gone replaced by homes of nearly similar design. The pair passed the house twice until Reid finally spotted the house numbers. The house was old colonial style and there was a car in driveway. The paired moved to the door normally and knocked, but there was no answer.

Morgan looked around. "Car in the driveway."

"It's a small town." Reid said and nodded towards the shed.

They walked across the deck and looked into the windows of the shed; there was a bike and a lawn mower. The pair walked back to the door, and Morgan tried the knob it was unlocked. Now both were thinking the 'unsub' came to eliminate the only witness to his crime. There was no proof to this theory so the two drew their guns and went in.

Morgan shouted. "F.B.I"

There was no answer and no movement. The door opened up into a narrow hall that led into a kitchen. To Reid it was a typical farm house set up, Morgan went right and Reid went left. Both met in another hall with steps that led upstairs

Reid tried once more. "F.B.I. we just want to talk!"

Still nothing, so Morgan went up first. After about six or seven steps Reid followed. The stair creaked and groaned but the pair ascended and reached the second floor. The first two rooms were off to the left both were clear. Morgan signaled Reid to check the other rooms while Morgan headed off to the left.. Reid nodded and headed off into a sitting room, and then to a small hallway there was a bathroom and another bedroom. Both were empty, the pair met in the hall there was one was bed room. Morgan and Reid entered the room; on the bed was an elongated mound and a orange and white tabby cat. As the two entered the room, the cat hissed and refused to remove itself from the mound. Both were hoping this was not the prone form of a dead witness. Morgan moved to the side of the bed, despite the animal there was human hair poking out from under the comforter on the king sized bed. The pair moved in, both were thinking the same thing, but since they had called out twice what else could they think. Morgan signaled to Reid as he grabbed the covers. He fingered the count of three and threw them back; underneath a non-bloody girl lay in a t-shirt and underwear. It only took a few seconds for the girl's eyes open; she sat up and screamed. Despite all the commotion, the cat remained where it perched now it was covered by the bedding. The scream signaled something in both males making them look away as the girl threw the covers back over her. There were several explicatives thrown about before she took the hissing cat into her hands.

Morgan went first. "We're F.B.I., we just want to talk.

"What are you doing here?!" She yelled.

Reid looked away but said one thing. "We know you made the call' what did you see?"

"Call, you mean last night?" She questioned. "I thought that it was anonymous, you know safe from I.D." She said.

The cat hissed and growled at them continually, until she tapped the orange tabby on the head lightly. The large animal then sighed audibly and stalked off the bed and out of the room.

Morgan nodded. "Usually that is the right, but we need all the help we can get."

There was silence as Morgan looked over his shoulder, the girl was now covered. The men turned around and looked at the girl who was now rubbing her face; she then sighed and nodded.

"Fine but get out of here, I'll talk to you downstairs." She muttered. "Not going to answer questions in my sleeping togs." She flapped her hand at them.

Later in the den, the trio sat. Reid and Morgan held steaming mugs of coffee while the girl drank a deep red concoction from a square glass.

Morgan hummed as he took another sip. "This has got to be the best cup of coffee I've ever had!"

Reid was nodding and sipping the hot drink; it was one hundred times better then the stuff at well anyplace they've been.

"Um yes…thank you." she said as they drank. "So you wanted to ask me some questions." She finished.

Morgan nodded and lowered his cup. "You made the call, did you see anything more?"

She shook her head, and looked down.

"I saw something suspicious I decided to call it in." She said simply.