Author's Note:

I know, so fast! It's just that I'm bored, I only have a scene of lines to memorize and a character sketch to do for the play, and I really want to write this. So dispite my conscience telling me to get crackin' on memorizing my lines (even though I've been doing that for almost an hour now) and writing my character sketch, I have come to FanFiction to add another chapter to this story. Hope you enjoy today's second chapter!

Monday, February 6th, 2012
Somewhere in the wooded foothills of the Appalacians, United States

Reid knew something was wrong when Amy walked down those stairs to the basement, he just hadn't thought he would end up seeing her the way she was.

She had definitely been under plenty of stress and maltreatment. Her beautiful brown eyes were surrounded by rings of purplish blackish blue, as if she had been beaten or gone without sleep for too long. The latter seemed more likely. Her cheekbones stood out much more than they had before, and he found something off in the way she walked, almost as if she were limping slightly but trying to make sure no one noticed. She walked on her tiptoes, as if trying to make as little sound as possible. Her body was tense, her glasses were crooked and broken, and her toes were extremely cut and bloody. She obviously had been dancing a lot. Reid's own eyes began to tear up as she slowly stepped forward, shaking her head as if trying to tell herself that what she saw was not happening.

"Dr. Reid," she said faintly, then dashed over to him, throwing her arms around his neck and crying into his shoulder.

"Amy," he whispered. "Amy, it's okay, shhh. It's going to be alright. We can figure this out, Amy, I know it. If not, I know the team can find us. They'll know it was him, Amy. It's going to be alright. Relax." His voice choked up towards the end, and finally cracked on the final "alright."

She looked the agent in the eyes. Hers were red and puffy and glossed with tears. "No, no it won't be. You don't know what he's capable of, Reid. He malipulated you, didn't he, Dr. Reid? He told you something about how I'd be there, made you go somewhere, buy something, then attacked, right? He led you somewhere, somewhere he'd have the advantage, possibly paid for some family to have fun as long as they put something or did something in a certain place just to make sure you couldn't escape, then when he felt he would lose, he threatened to kill us here if you didn't come?" Reid nodded. "Exactly. He did the same to Cameron, and he'll to this to another girl eventually. Ten years ago, he was 42 and still ran the dance studio, just in another state. No one ever caught him because he changed who he was almost entirely. Same tactics, too. He gets excited by the murders he commits, so he does one, then waits a year then does the rest in two, three weeks. The girl last time was a Samantha Carter, and she was twelve. Police found her body in a stream around the time I started dancing at his studio in Newtown. He murders, kidnaps, rapes, then starts a normal life. The process last time took about a year. He's done it this time in about a month. He knows I'm strong, so I'm a decent target. He's not in it for the love part anymore, Reid. Now it's about the power. He's brought you here to demonstrate his power. Sure, this time he actually might love me. He's shown it quite a few times. But he knows I can never feel the same way, nor will I ever want to, so he'll decide to start over, produce a new image with a new name and face, a new place, a new job, a new life. He'll call me his wife, but he'll say I died, then call me his child, using my last name as my first so he could invite people over and get drunk, have parties, do something dangerous, then make himself whatever a young girl wants, as long as he gets her in the end. He waits for them to be around my age, then moves in with the murders and abductions, then once he gets a guy he's hired to confess he'll adopt the child as his own and then the rape and love can begin."

Reid stared at the suddenly furious Amy as if she were nuts, then realized she was right. "Samantha Carter, you say?"

Amy nodded. "He confessed to it to me once. Does it help that it was while in bed, too?"

Reid shivered involuntarily. "Well, now I know her murder wasn't actually connected to the others like it, explaining why the DNA found on her didn't match the others. We kept looking for a two-man partnership, but all the men who fit the profile worked solo. No wonder. Samantha Carter had so much extra about her that didn't fit the rest of the murders, but we never thought it was for something different."

This time it was Amy's turn to shiver. "Yikes. Not what I would have liked to hear."

"Hey, by catching Stan we'd catch a mass-murderer who pretty much does it for the thrills," Reid said, but then suddenly the three hostages there before him went silent, looking up at the door. Amy paled as everyone could hear someone whistle a very cheery tune as the sound of a doorknob turning and a door opening greeted them from above: Stan was coming in.

Tuesday, February 7th, 2012 7:58 AM
BAU Headquarters, Quantico Virginia

The morning at the BAU started off as any normal morning, minus the tension from the string of murders happening in Quantico itself. Already Emily had made trips to Starbucks for venti triple espresso caramel mocha lattes for Garcia, and JJ had cancelled dinner plans so she could work later in an attempt to solve the case.

Hotch walked over to JJ, who was making herself coffee, and asked her to round up the team for a quick meeting. It was easy work, except Reid wasn't there yet.

"That's odd," JJ said as she stared at Reid's vacant desk.

"What is?" Garcia asked as she walked out of her office, holding yet another Starbucks drink.

"Spence isn't here yet," JJ stated.

Garcia, too, stared at the empty seat, then said, "Huh. Well, maybe he's catching some sleep, or his alarm clock didn't go off or something. Like I'd know."

JJ shook her head, but followed Garcia over to Hotch's office.

Once all were present minus Reid, Hotch began. "This is the seventeenth murder in a week. All of them are similiar in so many ways but then they aren't at the same time. Jessica May, seventeen, brunette, stabbed to death with a shard of glass. Betsy Cale, eleven, blonde, shot execution style in the same alleyway Jessica was found in. Violet West, fifteen, Japanese, strangled in the parking lot after a movie, the theatre was across from the alleyway. Amy Grant, fourteen, blonde, suffocated in the same parking lot. Maybeline Warner, ten, brunette, burned alive in the same alleyway. The list goes on, and I'm sure Reid could quote it for you. Speaking of which, where is he?"

All eyes trained to the vacant seat, then Emily said, "Last I knew he was headed to your office, then left for the day."

JJ added, "He called around six thirty, and we took Henry to go get ice cream."

Morgan said, "He called me after that, saying he knew I was going to watch this show last night, and wanted to see if I'd watch it at his place so he could do something different for once."

Garcia said, "I got a panicky call around seven, seven thirty, last night saying he was headed to the movies and that I wasn't supposed to tell anyone about it."

Rossi's eyes widened. "I called him around seven fifty last night asking if he wanted to stop by for a little while to get a breather after all this work on this case. It rang a little, then went dead. I figured he'd dropped his phone while going to pick it up or was in the middle of eating, and didn't worry about it, knowing he'd call me back when he got the chance."

Hotch nodded, then turned to Garcia. "Did he mention what movie theatre he was going to?"

Garcia shook her head. "No. Why?"

Hotch opened the door as he said, "Something has happened to our fellow agent."

So I'm sorry this is so short, and I'm pretty sure it seems slightly random, but I tried to get certain pieces of information and the rest of this part out, so I'm fine with what I've written, even though it definitely could be better. You'll find out exactly what happened when Stan arrived to see Amy next to Reid in her journal entry next chapter.

I don't think this chapter has a song. I'm sorry to all those I've disappointed with those words, but I've got songs on my profile to all those who want to hear some music.