Tucker closed her eyes and pulled the hood over her hair. She could hear the sirens and the shouts of the streets. It didn't scare her anymore. She had spent months on the streets when she had been sixteen doing things she wished she could forget just to get food. She opened her eyes and adjusted the backpack over her shoulder. It was all she had left in the world and she was not going to let it out of her sight.

She walked down the street her head down not making eye contact with anyone. That was how you got into trouble and you got yourself killed. She turned down an alley and knew that if Spencer could see her now, he wouldn't have been proud to call her a friend. She knew that he would never understand though. She knew the moment she had seen the news cast exactly what that poor girl had gone though. And all just to send a message to her.

Tucker stopped and leaned against the wall. She clenched her hands in fists and knew what the coroner would find stuffed down the girl's throat. There would be a note written on handmade paper folded six times. They would open it and written in exactly the middle of the page would be the words I seek Deliverance From Evil. And everyone would think that the Inquisitor was trying to set the girl's soul free and that he was some religious freak. Truth was, he was a religious freak but those words were not meant for the girl he had killed; he was not trying to save her soul. He was looking for his daughter; Deliverance From Evil Worthington was what her original birth certificate read. Now everyone knew her as Tucker McLean. She had run away from her last foster home at sixteen and changed her name. She had wanted to forget all about the life that Deliverance Worthington had been forced to live. Too bad her father was dead set on finding her and making her help him with the family business.

She shook her head and headed back down the alley. She needed to find a dealer and something that would stop the pain for a while. If she didn't, soon she would be seeing the horrifying images from her childhood flash in her head and she couldn't handle it; not again.

Reid sat at the table and looked at the file of the Inquisitor again. He flipped though the pictures of the victims and suddenly noticed that every single one of them resembled Tucker. The hair color was the same, the eye colour usually green and the facial structure similar. Reid closed the file and looked up at Morgan and JJ and pretended to be listening. He connected the dots in his head and he knew that their UNSUB knew Tucker. Of course, that did not make sense to Reid since the Inquisitor had been killing since 1998 and there was much speculation that he had actually started sooner than that. Tucker would have just been a child. I learned a long time ago there is no help from evil like that. There is only running.

"-Once again the note was found shoved down the victim's throat. It was written on the same paper as the other with the same words," JJ explained.

"He is still trying to save his victim's soul," Rossi said shaking his head.

"What if he isn't?" Reid suddenly spoke everyone turning to look at him.

"Then what is he saying?" Prentiss asked.

Reid got up and walked over to the whiteboard. He grabbed a marker and wrote the sentence that all of them were very familiar with. He then circled the word seek. He turned and looked at everyone.

"If he was saying he was trying to save the women's souls, then why isn't this word capitalized like all the other ones. This says that he is not concerned with their souls at all. He is after something else."

"What then? Why take these girls and make them suffer and leave this message behind if it isn't about them?" Morgan asked.

Reid turned back and looked at the words. His mind ran though a hundred million possibilities. He turned back and looked at his fellow agents. He knew that they weren't going to believe him but he needed to try. "During the early Puritan days, parents named their children all sorts of things. They sometimes named their daughters Deliverance."

Prentiss looked at Reid, "Are you suggesting that he is looking for his daughter?"

"Yes. It makes sense. All the victims also have a resemblance to each other. What if they in turn resembled his daughter?"

"But we don't know who he is so how are we going to find his daughter?" Rossi asked.

"One minute," Morgan said pressing the call button for Garcia, "babygirl, I need your help."

"What is it, honey?"

"Can you look for girls named Deliverance born in 1986 or later?" Reid asked seeing how everyone was looking at him. He knew he would have to explain more later. He just needed to know if his suspicions were right and if Tucker could be the Inquisitor's daughter.

"Okie dokie, although who would name a girl that," they could all hear clicking of her keyboard. They waited one moment then two, "Wow. One hundred girls born in 1986 named Deliverance. What is wrong with parents?"

"Do any of them have middle names that are From Evil?" JJ asked.

"Were her parents high?"

Reid wished he could pace instead he stood there his cane at his side and waited. It seemed to be taking forever. Reid opened his mouth to tell Garcia to hurry up when he heard her clicking stop, "Found her. Deliverance From Evil Worthington born October 31st, 1986 in Lawrence, Kansas. Her mother is the only one on the birth certificate."

"What is her name?"

"Karen Tucker Worthington."

Reid hobbled over to the table and leaned against it. He closed his eyes and now knew for sure that Tucker was the daughter of a serial killer. "Garcia, does Deliverance have any case files from child's services?" he asked softly.

"Tons. Poor girl, it doesn't seem like anyone loved her."

"Could you send them to me?"

"Coming right up sugar."

"Thanks."

Reid ended the call and looked up. Morgan was looking at worried. Reid took his chair again and reached down into his bag. He pulled out the notebook and placed it on the table. He looked up and met their eyes.

"I think," he shook his head, "No, I know I have met Deliverance Worthington before," he said softly.

"What? Where?" Prentiss asked.

"At a book cafe I go to. She goes by Tucker McLean now."

"Where is she?" Rossi asked.

"She took off. She saw the newscast on what had happened and she ran."

"We need to find her before he does," Morgan said.

"I have an idea for that. I think I know where she may have gone," Reid answered.

"Alright, Reid you are on point to find her. Rossi, Prentiss you two come with me and check out the crime scene. JJ, keep the press off of our backs."

"Will do."

Reid watched as everyone left the room. He pulled out his PDA and checked to see if Garcia had sent him the files; she had. There it was Tucker's childhood all in files. He opened the first file and started reading. He needed to know for sure where he could find her and where she would go to hide.