Chapter 2- Personal Growth

Reid approached the hospital room behind Emily. He knew that this mystery girl would be distraught. He didn't do well with upset teens. He braced himself as Emily stopped at the window to take a quick look at the girl whose head was looking the other way. Reid observed her too.

She had ash blonde hair which fell just past her shoulders. She looked youngish, but until they saw her face, they wouldn't know anything about this girl.

Emily glanced at Reid.

"You ready?"

"I think so." he answered, uncertain.

The click of the door, made the girl jump. She turned and glanced fearfully at the door and Emily who was looking at her sympathetically. Reid had his back to her, trying his best to close the door quietly, without success. The girl's heart monitor registered the slight increase in her heart rate at the unexpected sound.

"We didn't mean to frighten you." Emily said.

The girl's blue eyes were frightened and there were still remnants of mascara on her lashes. She looked about 15 or so. Reid surveyed the girl, keeping his head down.

"I'm Special Agent Emily. This is Special Agent Dr Reid. We're from the FBI." They flashed their badges. Reid lifted his head, and found the girl looking at him. He smiled and waved. Her heart monitor seemed to detect another increase in her heart rate.

"It's alright… We just wanted to talk to you about um…" Emily stopped short.

"It's alright. I know why you're here. I don't think I'll be much help though. I can't really remember much at all. I don't even remember my own name." the girl said quietly. Emily took a seat next to the bed and Spencer followed.

"That's alright. Anything at all you can tell us will help." Emily said. The girl nodded.

"Can you remember anything about yourself?" Emily asked. The girl thought for a moment and nodded.

"Yes. I'm 16. I know my birthday and where I live. I know what school I go to and that my name starts with 'M'. But I can't remember any of my friends." The girl said. Spencer took out a notebook and wrote down what she remembered.

"Can you remember where you were or what happened?" Emily asked. The girl closed her eyes. She shuddered as horrible flashes passed through her mind. Emily clasped her hand. The girl gasped and squeezed Emily's hand hard. Then her eyes opened and the heart monitor showed the increase in her heart beat.

"I'm sorry…" the girl shuddered. Emily glanced at Reid. He gave her a sympathetic look.

"No, it's okay." Spencer said. The girl didn't lift her head and kept her hand in Emily's.

"I'm afraid to go to sleep… I've heard that their might be nightmares… I don't know if I'm ready to remember yet. I haven't slept in two days. Even when I close my eyes…" the girl said. The agents gave her a sympathetic look.

Emily glanced at Spencer who was being very quiet… for him anyway. He hadn't even given a statistic for the girl's last statement. She glanced at him. He seemed distracted and edgy like he wanted to leave as soon as possible. She bit her lip. It was time for an opportunity for 'personal growth' for Reid.

"Well, you've done really well so far… Um… I have to go now, but I'll be back later. Dr Reid will stay with you for now okay? I need to contact someone." Emily explained, patting the girls hand gently. The girl smiled and let go. Spencer turned as Emily waved and walked out the door.

Reid turned back and smiled at the girl.

"I'll be back in a sec…"

Spencer chased after Emily down the hospital corridor.

"Emily! What are you doing? Where are you going?" he asked.

"I'm going to contact Garcia. I'll give her the address and see if she can find anything about this girl. I'll come back. Stay with her." Emily instructed. She turned and started to walk off again. Reid bounced behind her, making her stop again.

"But what am I supposed to do? What do I ask her? It's too early to conduct a cognitive interview and I think it'd be best if a female conducted the interview with me. So what now?" Reid asked, panicking. Emily rolled her eyes.

"It's time for some personal growth Reid. It's you. You never NOT have anything to talk about." Emily smirked and turned and walked off again. She turned and saw Reid watching her walk off, biting his lip. She smiled, still walking away.

"Start with trying to figure out her name." she said. Reid smiled and turned and walked back to the hospital room, hands in his pockets.

Emily got outside and called Garcia.

"Penelope Garcia, also known as Wonderful, at your service." Garcia answered.

"Hey it's Emily."

"What can I do for you?" Garcia asked cheerfully.

"I need you to find out the names of the people who lived at this address. You should expect at least two girls who attend high school. I need you to tell me which high school they went to and as much information about the two girls as you can find." Emily explained.

Garcia started to research it instantly as Emily gave her the address.

"No problem. I'll fax it to the police station ASAP. Ok?"

"Thanks Wonderful." Emily smiled.

"Anytime. Wonderful out." Garcia hung up.

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Morgan and J.J showed up at the coroner's office with Officer Dane who escorted them inside.

"You going to be alright?" Morgan asked J.J at the steps of the office. J.J gulped and nodded.

"Yeah. I'll be fine. Don't worry bout me." She answered.

Both Morgan and J.J took a deep breath before going into the room. They knew that they would have to listen to eleven detailed reports of the injuries that they sustained. Eleven sheets covered eleven figures in the photographs that were spread out on the table. It was a miracle that the girl in the hospital wasn't the twelfth victim. But she would be scarred for the rest of her life. She might as well have been here too. She had lost everyone.

"Dr Wesley, this is Special Agent Jareau and Agent Morgan from the FBI. I invited them on this case." Officer Dane explained to the coroner. They shook hands and took a seat as the coroner began to explain his findings. He handed them both a detailed copy of his report.

"There were eleven victims. Seven females and four males. Four teenagers between the ages of 13 and 19. The adults were between 40 and 70. There were no defensive wounds on their bodies. C.O.D were all different. Because they had so many wounds on their bodies, not a specific wound killed each victim. My guess is that the survivor was just very lucky. Her wounds weren't as severe and not as fatal-" the coroner explained.

"Unless the unsub s were scared off by something before they got to finish the job." Morgan surmised.

"Why weren't there any defensive wounds?" J.J asked, leaning forward in her chair, observing a photo more closely. Dr Wesley nodded.

"When the autopsy was performed, there was an abnormal level of carbon dioxide found in the deceased tissue. Was the crime scene totally sealed off, in terms of doors and windows being closed?" Dr Wesley asked. Morgan and J.J looked at each other.

"No actually. It was the opposite. Most of the windows were open, at least a little bit." J.J answered. The coroner looked confused.

"That's odd."

"Why?" Morgan asked, leaning forward intently. The coroner bit his lip and crossed his arms, deep in thought.

TBC…

a/n: Okay, so this chap was a bit boring… sorry, but some crucial information! Anyway, Garcia introduced at last! Yay! Updates soon J Please Review! Bellbird xoxo PS: I love Spencer Reid FOREVER.

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