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"What?" Cammi shuffled backward, still staring at Emily. She had been steeling herself for what was to come ever since this mess had begun, but never in her musings had she come up with this potential outcome. As helpful and comforting as it had been to have the profilers around, Cammi had been expecting them to leave on their big fancy jet as soon as every loose end was tied up and tucked away.

Emily didn't repeat the question, only focusing dark brown eyes on Cammi. Snapping her gaze away, she surveyed the faces of the other members of the team. None of them looked surprised. They had all seen this coming. In fact most of their faces were blank, expressing nothing but patience and understanding.

There was only one answer to this question, right? Cammi had never been comfortable with facing the unknown. Her life had been built around rules and routine, and the past few days had sapped most of the strength she possessed. Of course, she only had two options. One, wait to find a foster family in who knows what city and a situation she could hardly fathom. Or there was always option two, which was go to DC with Emily, someone she had become close to over time.

Either way, Cammi's life would be in turmoil. Either way, the winds of change threatened to knock her flat on her face. But she had the feeling that with the BAU team, she was among friends, if not a fledgling family. And how could she give that up, when the only family she had ever known was lying forever beneath the ground she stood on?

Taking a deep breath, Cammi turned from the expectant faces and settled her wandering eyes on the tombstones in front of them. She could hear her mother now, telling her that it would all be okay.

If she can't be here, then she probably would send someone like Emily to do it for her, right? Cammi thought wistfully. She had never been particularly religious, but at that moment, she believed that somewhere, there had to be a God. She had to believe it, for their sake.

Turning back to Emily, she nodded carefully. "Yeah. But can you really do that?"

"Sure. I talked to your social worker and we're getting all the paperwork drawn up. You can fly back with us today, or you and I could stay a little longer and get your stuff ready to go," Emily replied, trying to contain her joy. She and Cammi had gotten close over the last few days and she couldn't imagine what she would have done if the teenager had refused her offer. And her profiling skills deduced that Cammi was just as overjoyed to have received such and offer.

As for Cammi, now that she had a semblance of a plan in place for her future, was itching to leave the past behind. She felt as though her hometown was suffocating her in its familiarity. Everywhere she turned, she saw something that reminded her of her family.

"Ummm, if we can just leave, that would be great. I just need to run…home and pack some clothes." The very idea twisted her stomach into knots. But she had to go back. She had to walk in that door one more time and collect whatever memories he had left untainted.

Reading the fear in Cammi's pale face, Emily took her by the hand. "I'll go with you," she said.

The house was silent and still when they walked up the driveway. A strip of police tape half attached to the door fluttered like a banner in the breeze. Do Not Cross. Cammi gulped, running her fingers over the smooth plastic.

"We don't have to go inside if you don't want to," Emily said. "We can get new clothes in DC."

"No," Cammi sighed. "I have to do this."

Emily had to admire the young girl's determination. It mirrored her own. In fact, she saw a lot of herself in Cammi in the way she threw up a wall of compartmentalization once she caught her bearings and in the way she seemed so desperate to prove herself. Already Cammi was putting herself through so much, just to assure herself of her own strength. It was a habit Emily found herself returning to often over the years.

She gave the girl some privacy once they were inside. The two made their way up the stairs, and Cammi veered off into her own bedroom. Keeping her in her line of sight, Emily strolled through the hallway between Cammi's room and her brother's.

The walls were plastered with framed family photos, candid shots that were somewhat blurred and professional portraits that appeared to be done yearly. Emily took in the smiling faces and familial closeness. She always envied people with that type of bond. Emily herself had never quite known what it was like to be in a real family, with love and support, until she met the team. And even then it wasn't quite the same.

She supposed that was what taking Cammi in had been about, at least partially. She wanted to have that mother daughter bond with someone and Cammi had needed someone to at least attempt to fill some parts of that role.

After looking at every picture and mourning the loss of Cammi's family for her, Emily turned back to check on the girl herself. Cammi had paled considerably and was clutching a bright yellow top in trembling fists, trying not to break down. Taking slow and careful steps, Emily made her way across the hall and into the bedroom.

Blinking, Cammi looked up at Emily. "This was my mom's favorite shirt on me. She always said I wore too much dark clothing."

"She would be proud of you," Emily said with a soft smile. Nodding, Cammi's lower lip trembled. She inhaled deeply and schooled her face into something that resembled calm.

"I know. I'm almost done and then…can we just get out of here?"

Emily nodded. Cammi flitted around her room, tossing a hair straightener, a few CDs, some clothes, and photo albums into a suitcase already brimming with items that didn't appear to belong to her. A men's leather jacket, a faded baseball glove, and an art kit lay among a few other things.

"They're just stuff to remember them by," Cammi whispered unnecessarily. "There are just so many stories behind this stuff I couldn't just leave it here to rot."

"I understand." Emily matched Cammi's tone. Upon hearing her voice, Cammi looked up again.

"I think I'm ready to leave now."

That was partly a lie. Cammi would never leave this place entirely. Too much of her was tied up in this old house, in this town, and forever would be. But now, she would take the next step into whatever the future held.

Not sure I liked how this turned out, but I had to write it anyways. Tell me what you think!