Hey guys! Sorry this chapter is so short; my sister came to town for Thanksgiving so I'm going to hang out with her. I didn't want to leave you guys without an update so again, sorry its short.

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Chapter 8: Nightmares

The BAU headed back to the police station to go over Bruce Green's past, anything that seemed the slightest useful could get Reid and Carter back alive. They just had to look hard and keep their eyes peeled. Hotchner opened his laptop and set up a webcam chat with Garcia, he clicked her request and her face popped up on the screen, everyone gathered around his laptop.

"Okay, so this is what I told Morgan right before Bruce drove off with Reid. Bruce has been homeless since he was five. His mother was beaten and shot right in front of him at Looney Park, it says he dug a grave for his mom and hung around the jungle gym for three weeks. After those three weeks, police found him and contacted his dad, who didn't really care about his son, so they put him in a foster care. When he was sixteen, he ran away from the foster family and started robbing gas stations, putting him in juvenile detention," Garcia explained with a sad smile.

"So now we know why he makes the girls watch their parents die and keeps them for three weeks," Prentiss said.

"Yeah, but why did he take Reid? The kid doesn't fit the description Bruce wants," Morgan asked.

"Which brings me back to something else," Garcia said, making everyone look back at her. "I know why he takes girls with black hair and blue eyes, that's what his mother looked like."

"Then why not take women that looked more like mothers, why teenagers?" Rossi asked. Garcia began to look at her computer and typed away.

"Holy…." she trailed off.

"What is it, Garcia?" Hotch asked.

"His mother had him when she was sixteen. Apparently she was raped when she was fifteen. So that answers that," Garcia replied.

"Can you pull up a picture of his mother?" JJ asked. Garcia nodded and searched up a picture.

"Okay, here it is," she said. A picture of a teenager popped on the screen, they all couldn't believe what they were seeing. His mother looked just like Carter.

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Carter shivered as she lay on the cold ground of the basement; it had to have been the middle of the night. Her breathing became heavy as random flashbacks hit her mind. Her dad dropped to the ground with all that blood pouring out of his mouth. Her mom was crying out to him and then begging for her life, but her abductor showed no mercy at all. Her parents were gone, and the memories were still haunting her.

Carter cried and shook, she tried to pull herself out of that memory, but her brain wouldn't let her. The chill bumps on her arms bugged her but she couldn't rub her arms, her hands refused to let her, she continued to cry harder. The memory was turning into a nightmare as she watched her dad dies again, the sound of the gunshot sounded to real and she could feel herself flinch in her sleep.

"No, no, no, no," she mumbled as she cried. She suddenly screamed when she felt something grab her arm and shake it.

"Carter!" it yelled. Her eyes opened to see Spencer shaking one of her arms as best as he could with his handcuffed hands.

"Carter, please wake up," he begged her. "'It's okay." Carter sat up quickly and could feel tears dousing her face; she looked around her surroundings, confused. She thought she was back at her house, reliving her parents' murder again for sure. She looked over at the agent, who was looking at her, as if he was expecting her to say something back.

"What?" she asked.

"I asked if you were okay," Spencer repeated. Carter looked at the ground and shook her head, tears rolling down her cheeks again.

"What happened?" he asked her.

"I saw my p-parents die again. It felt so real," she said in a chocked up voice.

"You're okay now, I promise," Spencer said.

"No I'm not okay. I just saw my parents die and there's some crazy guy who wants to kill me! How am I okay?" Carter asked in a louder voice. The agent studied her for a while before replying.

"I was just trying to help," he said softly. Carter looked at the ground.

"Sorry," she whispered.

"It's okay. Do you think you can go back to sleep?" he asked her.

"No way," Carter responded, shaking her head. "Can you stay up with me?" she asked. Spencer took in a deep breath and rubbed his eyes tiredly.

"I guess," he mumbled.

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