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"Tell me more", Rossi pressed.
"You're an arrogant bastard", she continued, her voice becoming steadier. "An arrogant bastard with at least two ex-wives – no, make that three – and no children. You think you know it all – I would put my shirt on a horse you had real trouble attuning to this team – you're reluctant to share information because you're scared someone draws cleverer conclusions than you. I'm sure you're supporting death penalty. Someone as fanatically orderly as you must believe that perpetrators of ultimate disorder should be punished ultimately." Her voice had grown loud. "And I bet you spent your free time killing beautiful animals!" She flung himself at him, crying now. "You ruined my life", she sobbed, pounding his chest with her fists. "How dare someone like you just walk in and ruin my life?" Rossi closed his arms around her and held her tight.
Hotchner marveled at the pejorative but nevertheless quite accurate profile on Rossi. "She could have been one of us", he realized, and the thought made him sad.
"Maybe we should try and clean the room", Prentiss softly told Reid. "As long as the blood is still fresh."
"Jeffrey Dahmer used bleach", the young doctor replied.
"I did you wrong and I'm sorry", Rossi said, his voice slightly unsteady. "But there's nothing I can do to undo what happened in the past. All I can do is help you sort out the mess you're in right now." She nodded silently, her forehead lightly touching his chest. Very cautiously now, he steered her back to the sofa and sat her down. "Tell me what happened after the interrogation", the elderly agent asked her.
Jamie took a deep breath. "I started having nightmares. Awful ones. Do you remember how you told me time and time again that all I had to do was open a door for the truth and admit what I had done? I hated that phrase! I sounded as if you had ripped it off some Victorian novel. And then, when you and the other agents were finally gone, I started seeing the damn thing in my dreams! Every night it comes back haunting me – a blue door. That's why I don't like blue, by the way. And that's not all! I hear voices in my sleep – voices from behind the door. A woman and a girl. They beg me to open it, scream at me at the top of their lungs, again and again!"
"Trying to flee from yourself, you started moving", Reid concluded.
Jamie nodded. "Thankfully Mom and Dad helped me out with money, otherwise I would have probably fallen by the wayside completely", she continued. "But they always supported me. They're wonderful parents. Then I met this pastor… A great man. He had almost persuaded me to go to college and undergo a therapy, but then…"
"The stalking started", Hotchner finished her sentence.
"You should go home for a few days", Rossi told her. "I know all you wish to do is run as fast as possible as far as possible, but if you ever want to get out of this vicious circle, you've got to break the pattern. Go home. There are people who love you and care for you. We'll look into this and find the bastard who makes your life so miserable."
"But what about this mess?", Jamie asked, looking around the blood-spattered room.
"Don't worry, we'll take care of it", Prentiss assured her. "Bleach works quite well."