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Ralph Kennedy entered his office to see Jim Brass and a lovely blonde woman sitting in front of his desk. "Jim," Ralph said, reaching out to shake the captain's hand, "good to see you again."

"Good to see you too Ralph; this is SSA Jareau from the FBI's behavioral analysis unit."

Ralph shook JJ's hand, "The BAU huh, I take it Spencer called you in. This must be about Will." He said as he sat in his chair.

"Yes," JJ replied. "We were just wondering if Mr. Reid had said anything about this case. I know you can't break confidentiality, but we're just trying to gather as much information as we can."

"There's not a lot I can tell you. She wasn't on the records here because Will had taken her case on an impulse and he'd never gotten back to the office that day to add her to the client list. He didn't tell me a lot, only that she wanted to be able to visit her daughter and he was determined to help her." The lawyer was quiet for a few moments, seeming to decide whether or not he should continue. His decision made, he said, "Will said he knew what it was like to have your actions hurt your child. He said that's why he had to help Lou-Anne and Rachael. He said it wasn't too late for them." He paused again. "Will lives in an almost self imposed exile. He very rarely has dinner with me and my wife. He spends most of his time alone. He told me he knows how much he hurt Spencer and that he can understand Spencer's attitude toward him. On the other hand, he's so proud of his boy. He has a scrapbook with newspaper articles and pictures of Spencer from when he was little and articles he's found on the net."

"Sometimes, late at night, when everyone's gone home, you can see a light under his door. He's not always busily working on a case. He's turning the pages of that scrapbook. I've watched him run his fingers over the pictures. He knows what it's like to miss a child you love and he knows what it's like for that to be of your own doing. That's why he so wanted to help this young woman reconnect with her daughter."

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Rossi and Dr. Robbins looked at the body of Lou-Anne McDaniels in the cooler. "Cause of death was a gunshot wound to the head. She did have DNA under her fingernails so we know she fought her attacker, it's just not in the system."

"Do you have any idea on the size of her attacker doctor?"

"Not a big man," Robbins said as he closed the cooler and leant on his crutch and made his way to the file he'd prepared. "She wouldn't have sustained so many cuts and bruises if he'd been large. He would have had control of her much sooner."

"Thanks Doctor," Rossi said as he headed for the conference room.

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"Mrs. Dinsdale, SSA Morgan, SSA Prentiss," Morgan said, holding up his credentials and gesturing towards Emily who held up hers, "FBI, may we come in?"

"Oh," the woman with stringy dark hair that ended at her shoulders and very dark brown eyes said, "is this about Rachael, because the police were already here and we told them everything we know."

"Yes ma'am it is," Morgan said. "We might have some different questions. We'd also like to talk to the other children."

"Oh, well I don't kn…" the woman in blue jeans and a purple tank, began.

"How about you and I talk in the living room," Prentiss said, turning the woman in that direction, "and Agent Morgan can talk to the kids."

"I think I should be there when he talks to the kids."

"Oh, don't worry Mrs. Dinsdale," Prentiss assured her. "Agent Morgan is great with kids. Now where would he find them?"

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Hotch stared at the photos of William Reid, willing himself to look at them like any other victim, trying not to remember that this was Reid's father.

"Can I help you with anything?" Catherine said behind him.

"No, I'm just studying the photos, trying to gauge something about our unsub," he told her.

"Unsubs," she said. "Lou-Anne McDaniels' killer and William Reid's assailant were two separate people."

"How do you know this?"

"Why wouldn't the unsub," she stressed the word, "not have just shot William Reid too? It would have been faster, easier and cleaner."

"He probably didn't want a gunshot calling attention to himself in a residential area," Hotch replied.

"Yeah, well Doc Robbins concluded that Ms. McDaniels' killer wasn't big. But this evidence," she pointed to the pictures of William Reid, "tells us Mr. Reid's attacker was. See the hilt mark." She pointed to an area on one of William Reid's wounds. "It's prominent above the stab wound which means the wound was delivered in a downward direction, from someone taller. These oblique abrasions on the wound delivered to the spleen tell us the killer was right handed. The elliptical slits tell us he used a double edged knife, both sides sharp, and the surgeon said from the wounds, about eight inches. The partial shoe print, where we got our trace sand evidence, was quite large. I'd say we're looking at a big man." After giving all the physical reasons, Catherine smirked, "And furthermore, Henry just gave me the results." She lifted a paper she held in her hand, "Two different sets of DNA."

Hotch nodded, "So we're looking for a team."

"Sounds like that makes Dr. Reid's take on things more plausible," Catherine added before leaving the room.

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"Could I speak to SSA Cole please?"

A few moments passed. "Katie Cole," the voice on the other end said.

"Hi Katie, this is Dr. Spencer Reid. We met before on that case with Peter."

"Of course, how are you Dr. Reid?"

"I'm fine." He explained the situation and what had happened to Lou-Anne McDaniels, William Reid and Rachael. "Obviously, someone didn't want authorities getting anywhere near that child. I feel it could somehow be related to pedophilia or kiddie porn, or it could be just physical abuse. Either way, I believe something is or was happening to that child. I was wondering if, as your team scours sites, they could keep an eye out for this little girl. You can get her picture off the amber alert issued from Las Vegas. If you spot her do you think you could let me know? At least then we'll know what we're dealing with."

"Certainly, I'll get on it right away."

"Thanks, she's a foster child and if I'm right about what's going on, she's not the only one; they could be trafficking kids over state lines for sexual abuse and exploitation and we have to find a way to stop it."

"I'll call you as soon as I have anything, thanks Dr. Reid."

"Thanks for your help." Reid ended the call knowing Hotch would likely be pissed at him, but he had to do something and since Hotch wasn't allowing him to work on his own case, then he'd try another route and Hotch would have to live with it, or possibly suspend him. Reid found he didn't really care which at this point. He looked at the cell in his hand. He had something important he needed to do.