Disclaimer: I think it's pretty obvious I don't own Criminal Minds.

I know, two updates in one day. Let's just say I can get addicted when I start posting. Although reviews are great, they make me crank out chapters faster than should be legal. Anyways, this chapter is for all of you who have laughed at previous ones.

Currently Untitled (I know, sad): A Criminal Minds Fic

Chapter Four: Profiles of Angels

The rain pelting the windows heavily was the background music that filled the BAU headquarters at Quantico. Mixed with the steady rainfall were the voices of JJ and Emily quietly conversing, Garcia furiously typing away at her computer doing God knows what, and Morgan- once again- trying to give Reid lessons on ladies. And there, in the midst of it all, sat one lonely looking Esmee buried in a book that looked almost too heavy for her to carry.

Hotch had dragged her into the office nearly two hours ago with strict orders that she was not to leave. No one was informed as to why she was here and no one had the courage to ask either her or Hotch. Rossi had simply appeared with a copy of War and Peace and handed it off to the grateful young talent.

The shrill ring of a cellphone filled the office suddenly and all eyes were on Esmee who blushed delicately before answering.

"Allo," she muttered into the phone, French accent more predominant than usual. Eyes were diverted, but all ears were still intently listening in to Esmee's conversation.

"Je sais que j'ai promis d'appeler, je suis désolé. Aaron m'a amené à son lieu de travail." Attention was further peaked when Aaron's name was thrown into the mix and Garcia set to trying to translate what was being said.

"Quelque chose importante. Je ne parlerais plutôt pas de lui au-dessus du téléphone. Puisque ses agents sont dans la chambre avec moi." By now, everyone was curious and Esmee lowered her voice, switching languages as she did. That as her biggest mistake. Switching from French to Italian, a language Emily could speak fluently.

"Ha avuto qualcosa non fare con Silverwood dubbio. È in modo da preoccupato a volte, desidero che non sia stato coos." Esmee looked up, noticing the look from not only Emily, but Reid and Rossi as well. The rest of the agents, however, were trying to figure out what everyone was suddenly so interested and surprised about. Quickly, Esmee ended her conversation and snapped the phone shut before burying her nose back in her book as if nothing had happened.

With a discreet signal, Emily had everyone following her into the "round room" as they called it and soundlessly closed the door before facing her colleagues.

"What was that mention of Silverwood?" Rossi asked straightforward, Garcia's fingers clicking on the keys of her laptop as she searched while Emily explained.

"She said it had something to do with Silverwood and how he, I'm assuming Hotch, was so worried." Rossi glanced at Garcia before settling down in a chair.

"What did she say word for word?" he prompted and Emily recited.

"It had something to do with Silverwood no doubt. He is so worried sometimes, I wish it wasn't so." Reid's brows furrowed together at the odd phrasing of the sentence and he said as much.

"Are you sure that's what she said? Word for word?"

"Yes," Emily assured, "why?"

"They way she phrased it suggests someone with a higher education, no doubt European, possibly and English boarding school. I'm guessing her to be an avid reader as well, drawing from books to decide how she would speak to others…"

"Which might suggest she's an only child or a secluded childhood," finished Rossi as he caught onto Reid's train of thought.

"Then again, she might have been home schooled," suggested Reid, "The way she says some words, it's almost like she's making up the pronunciation. That might suggest someone who didn't speak much or wasn't spoken to frequently."

"So we have an independently wealthy European heiress who speaks multiple languages and fluently," listed off Derek, "who was possibly an only child or a reclusive one. She acts as if Aaron is the savior of her life, but at the same time, she keeps a casual distance making it seem as if she can function without him."

"And then there's Silverwood," Rossi stated, giving no more voice to the subject after that as Garcia piped up with her search results.

"Silverwood is an asylum in Northern Italy," she stated quickly, "opened and run by some American family in 1962. It was shut down multiple times for multiple reasons- drug running, doctor-patient sex scandals, bankruptcy, and so on. It reopened again in 1996 and did fairly well until 2003 when it was…" Garcia trailed off, eyes widening as she continued to read.

"What is it Baby Girl?" Derek prodded, coming to stand beside her.

"Silverwood was taken over by six former soldiers of the Italian militia who tortured and killed 22 of the 25 prisoners admitted at the time over a period of three months," Garcia responded, "One of the survivors, Rachel Hernandez, was admitted to another institution after she would rape herself every night because she called it "routine". She later hung herself."

"And the other two?" prompted Emily despite the growing knowledge that she really didn't want to know anymore, or have Garcia know anymore either.

"Emmanuelle Torres returned home to his family, but shortly after checked himself into a retirement home here in Virginia where the nurses and doctors were trained to help with suicidal and abused patients." Garcia's eyes scanned the screen for another moment before tears began to build up around her lashes.

"Garcia," JJ said soothingly as she noted the tears the analyst was trying to desperately conceal.

"The last survivor," she choked out, "was 17-year-old Esmeranda Roth who, according to reports, underwent more torture than any other patient at the time because she was 'young, beautiful, and full of life that needed breaking', at least that's what one of the arrested men said. Out of the six, only five were apprehended and three went on later to kill or be killed in high security prisons. The sixth killer disappeared along with Esmeranda Roth who ceased to exist after that."

Silence lapped around the room as everyone present started to weigh the possibilities.

"Do you think Esmee…" Garcia dared, but couldn't finish the sentence. Derek laid a heavy hand on her shoulder and look down at her, not even attempting to give a reassuring smile.

"It's a possibility," Rossi said, "her actions would certainly fit with someone who was tortured and no doubt raped extensively over three months. The way she tucks her legs under her or how she won't get too close to anyone save for Hotch."

"People she knew before the incident," Emily confirmed and Rossi nodded.

"Hotch mentioned a friend he had once," Rossi continued, "who used to recite book passages in her head whenever she was in trouble or stressed. Seeing how enthralled Esmee is with War and Peace, and assuming she's that friend, it's possible that during those three months she was reciting book passages from classics."

"Which would explain her speech," concluded Reid softly. A gentle rapping came from the doorway and once all eyes had turned towards the door, Esmee quietly stepped into the room with War and Peace clutched in her hands.

"Aaron is here to return me home," she stated politely as she stepped towards Rossi, "Thank you for the loaning of your book, it's a wonderful read." On a hunch, Rossi reached out to take the book from Esmee, but instead of handing it to him, she quickly set it down on the table as she took three steps back. Bobbing what could be called a quick curtsey, she disappeared from the room in a flutter of silk and jewelry and the door clicked shut behind her.

"Garcia," JJ said after a moment of silence had passed, "is there a photo of Esmeranda Roth available anywhere?" Garcia punched in a few keys on her computer before her eyes nearly bugged out of her head.

"Guys, you won't believe this," she gasped out, "Esmeranda Roth is the daughter of Baron and Baroness Roth from the South of France."

"That doesn't make sense," Reid chimed in, "Roth is a German surname meaning 'red color'."

"I know that baby genius," Garcia fired back, "but while the Baron's dad was German, his mother was a pure French lover. Baron Sr. climbed the social and political ladder and gained more money and power than was good for him. Their son went on to marry an Italian-British beauty and they had two children together."

"Two?" Derek specified as he leaned over Garcia's shoulder to make sure she was reading correctly. Knowing exactly what he was doing, Garcia smacked his face away quickly.

"My eyesight is just fine hot stuff," she stated, "and yes, they had two children. Esmeranda James Roth fell off the grid six years ago and Mercy Lee Roth was… killed in a bombing when she was six and Esmeranda twelve. Both were kidnapped and taken to different locations. Esmeranda was taken to the top of the Eiffel Tower and held at gunpoint and Mercy was strapped to a bomb in an abandoned warehouse. Esmeranda survived unharmed, but Mercy and three others died in the explosion."

Everyone fell silent again and once again the silence was broken by Garcia.

"Get this. Apparently, Baron and Baroness Roth chose their own security detail and one such agent was 26-year-old Aaron Hotchner. It was Agent Hotchner that rescued Esmeranda Roth."

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an: yeah, so I stopped there. Not for lack of material, but because I'm tired and I really need to stop at some point. Sorry if it's kind of dull and boring, I just need to get this story out of my system as quick as possible.

Anyways, I have no clue what I'm talking about. I know what I want to have happened to Esmee and I know how she acts nowadays, but I don't know any of the technical jargon used to describe it. So yeah. Bear with me.

Or don't. The choice is yours. Also, I was wondering if I should title this fic "Silverwood" since it'll play a big part. Silverwood also isn't a real institute, or at least not one I know of. So yeah. Oh, here are translations (yes, I used a translator because I only speak English fluently.)

Je sais que j'ai promis d'appeler, je suis désolé. Aaron m'a amené à son lieu de travail.

I know I promised to call, I'm sorry. Aaron brought me to his place of work.

Quelque chose importante. Je ne parlerais plutôt pas de lui au-dessus du téléphone. Puisque ses agents sont dans la chambre avec moi.

Something important. I'd rather not talk about it over the phone. Because his agents are in the room with me.

Ha avuto qualcosa non fare con Silverwood dubbio. È in modo da preoccupato a volte, desidero che non sia stato così.

It had something to do with Silverwood no doubt. He is so worried sometimes, I wish it wasn't so.

Cheers.

Changer.