"Remember Greene," Hotch said from his place in the driver's seat, "if you need to take some time and get some air, feel free to."

Prentiss, Spencer, Hotch and Melyssa were all on their way to the Wheeler crime scene. Hotch and Reid hadn't wanted Melyssa to come with, but she assured them she'd be fine, and her and Emily had teamed up and pointed out that Melyssa knew the house the best, so she could more than likely notice things that were out of order.

"Yes, I know Hotch," Melyssa replied sincerely from the backseat, "Thank you."

Spencer watched Melyssa sit silently the rest of the way to the house. She was starring out the window, taking in her old neighborhood. At times, like when they passed an old boarded up gas station and an elementary school, he noticed her eyes glaze over.

A young Melyssa bolted out of the new Lexus and into the Lucky's convenient store, her brother staying in the car while her mother followed her. Sprinting past a few grumbling adults, the seven year old girl went straight to the refrigerators. She ripped opened the door and pulled out a sick pack of cherry Kool-Aid Bursts and ran to the front counter where her mom was waiting. The smiling first grader greeted the cashier and waited for her mother to pay for the Kool-Aid before rushing back out to car.

"Mooooooom! Let's go!" The little girl called, eager to get to the school and go on her first field trip.

Melyssa smiled to herself at the memory.

"So what happened to that place?" Prentiss asked. She had been watching Melyssa from the side mirror and saw the smile. She figured maybe she could roll with it and hopefully take Melyssa's mind off of where they were going.

"Gas leak." Melyssa answered simply. She remembered going to her friend's house, who lived right down the street from Lucky's. They weren't allowed to go down to the basement and eventually she had to go home and their family had to go stay with some other family members.

A few more minutes of silence were endured before Melyssa noticed her cul-de-sac. Hotch turned in and parked the car. Everyone got out and walked up the drive way and walk way to the front door.

"Alright, Reid, you and me will go to living room where the Wheelers died, Emily, you and Greene walk around the house, look for anything suspicious." Hotch ordered.

The group separated, Spencer giving one last look to Melyssa, trying to tell her he was sorry and to stay strong. She gave him a small smile and followed Emily up the stairs.

Spencer and Hotch walked through closed double doors, both holding back gasps at what they saw.

It had been awhile since they found the bodies, too long to perfectly maintain the scene, but what they did see proved just how brutal the murders were.

There was a large puddle of blood in the middle of the cream-color carpeted floor in the shape of a bow. It could be assumed that the two side puddles were from Mr. Wheeler's hands and the middle puddle connecting them was from, well, his special area.

Signs of struggle were obvious, cracked picture frames and turned over chairs abundant.

Over by one broken frame there was a blood stain.

"You see that stain Reid?" Hotch asked.

"Yeah," Spencer answered, "I doubt it was Mr. Wheeler's, there's no matching stain by the other blood stains. It could be the unsub's, but I doubt the unsub could take a blow like that and still kill two people. Especially someone as large as Mr. Wheeler."

"Maybe Mrs. Wheeler did it after the unsub killed her husband." Hotch offered.

"No," Spencer said, "the M.E. said the hands were shoved down her throat just seconds after they were removed from Mr. Wheeler and that she had a head wound. Though there still might be a chance that the unsub injured himself when he hit Mrs. Wheeler's head against the glass."

"Yes, but the M.E. also said she had many wounds inflicted after she started chocking, maybe the broken glass and head wound was one of them." Spencer heard Emily say from behind him.

"When a person is chocking, the lack of oxygen not only weakens them, meaning she probably didn't break the glass from her own power, but it slows blood flow. Most of her open wounds after she began chocking bleed very little or not at all. The amount of blood on the picture doesn't fit the pattern of the other post-chocking wounds." Spencer explained. He turned to face Emily, and then noticed that Melyssa was standing right beside her, staring at the bloody picture frame.

Oh my God, Spencer thought, Shit this is not good.

Everyone held their breath, waiting for Melyssa's reaction. They all watched her eyes glaze over in deep thought. She kept her stare fixed on the picture frame for a few more seconds before turning her head to the blood stains on the carpet. A few moments later, she came out of her other-world state with the clearly uttered term, "I knew the killer."

"What do mean?" Hotch asked.

"The removal of the hands," She started, "That's specific to my father. Three other men have been murdered, but only my father had his hands removed. Because of the changing MO, we already established that these are nothing but personal killings. The removing of both fathers' genitals is symbolic for striping them of masculinity, that's plain to see, but the hands are something different, something done just for me." She finished, saying the last part much quieter.

"How so?" Spencer asked nervously. He was absolutely terrified at what her father could have done to her with his hands.

"He was an angry man, my father." She told them. "From the time I was a young girl I was terrified of him. I actually remember one time when I was seven, I made my mother cry. My dad grabbed me by my left arm, bruising me, got right in my face and said 'If you ever make your mother cry again, you won't have to worry about running away because I will SELL you away.' He called me and my brother 'stupid fucks' weekly and he would occasionally physical discipline us, nothing past smacking around though. Of course, with his large hands and physical strength… well, my brother actually got a concussion from it once."

The room was filled with an uncomfortable silence before Hotch decided they had what they needed and that it was time to go back to the station and question Leroy.

Sitting in the back again, Spencer got out his cell phone and typed a message to Melyssa.

Is that why you ran?

12:31pm Wed, May 13

From: Dr. Spencer Reid

He saw her slide open her phone and have her thumbs race across the keyboard. Moments later, his phone vibrated silently in his hand.

Long story. If you really want to know, meet me on the roof of the hotel tonight

12:32pm Wed, May 13

From: Melyssa Greene

But I want to know now :(

12:33 Wed, May 13

From: Dr. Spencer Reid

Before Melyssa could type a reply, they pulled into the parking lot of the station.

"Melyssa, I want you to interview Mr. Tack."

"What!" Spencer bellowed, "But Hotch that's-"

"Spencer." Melyssa said, silencing him. "It makes since. If I go in there, it will throw him off his game. If he mentions it, am I going to have to admit to it?" She asked Hotch. She hoped he understood what she met, because she really didn't want to mention Anna Wheeler out loud in this town.

"No, absolutely not." Hotch demanded.

"I'm sorry, but why?" Melyssa asked, more than a little confused.

"It may put you in danger." He explained, "If Tack is the unsub and killed the Wheelers for Anna, he could be obsessed with her. If he finds out you are her and he doesn't go to prison-"

"I may have a stalker," She finished, "Okay, I understand."

They all walked into the station and to the observation room.

"Emily," Hotch said, "Go get Morgan." She followed his orders and left the room.

"Do you really think this could be Tack trying to impress Anna?" Spencer inquired, worried about Melyssa. He's seen how serious obsessional crimes can get, and when the unsub isn't stopped, the object of affection is almost always killed.

"Right now it's just a working theory." Hotch answered him, still starring at Tack.

Morgan came in and was briefed on the situation and Melyssa was given a few pointers for the interview before she exited observation and went into interrogation.

Spencer stood tenser than he'd ever been-and with his job, that's saying something- as the woman he loved walked into a room, alone with her potential stalker and their possible unsub.

Leroy Tack looked up at her when Melyssa sat down across the table.

"Hello Anna."

A/N: Okay, so the memories are going to be italicized and underlined, because that's all that will work that I haven't used yet.

SCRATCH THAT! just italicized. If someone is thinking, I'll label as 'blah blah thought', memories won't be labeled and will be a paragraph or two long, just to help you decipher between thought and memory.