A/N:

The second chapter is done :) Yayy.

Tell me what you think,

I feel like the transition to the end is a little rough, but I tried to make it work.

I will have another update soon.

Introducing the rest of the team.

Elle sat with her head in her hands as she waited for the permission to leave. She had been at the local station for over an hour.

"Ma'am, I am sorry to have kept you waiting." A young officer said.

"It is okay, I understand the importance of an eye witness." She said firmly. She stood and began to walk to the door. The man held it open for her and then proceeded to escort her out. "Are they going to be able to catch him?" She asked, mostly out of curiosity.

"With time, hopefully." He replied. Elle wanted more.

"What happened in the hotel?" She sounded innocent and curious, which was only partially true.

"Other than what you saw, I do not have the jurisdiction to share that information with you." The officer was good, Elle would give him that. It wasn't in Elle's personality to give up so easily.

"I am a witness, besides; I know how this cop stuff works. I used to be an agent myself. I specialized in sex crimes." The man looked at her dubiously. "I am serious!" She said a soft smile reaching the corner of her mouth.

"I still cannot give out any information to anyone who isn't involved in the case." He said firmly.

"A witness isn't involved in the case?" Elle countered. Now she was playing mind games on him.

"Technically no, a witness is only active in a case when being questioned. If any threat to that person's life is made, then they become involved in the case once more."

"You are confident that I won't be threatened?" She asked.

"Ma'am I can assure you that you will be safe. We have a team from the B.A.U. coming to investigate."

Elle's heart rate increased.

"Why would you need that B.A.U?" She asked. The man's eyes flickered. She had found the loop hole. He had given her information unintentionally. He hesitated before answering.

"This is not the first killing, other murders have similar aspects."

"So your department believes this is a serial killer?" She asked, the man didn't reply. He opened the front door of the building for her and let her out.

"We registered you into another hotel. Everything is paid for. I will drive you to the hotel to retrieve your car, and then escort your new location." Elle followed the man to his squad car and settled into the passenger seat.

She wondered what had happened in the hotel room. As they pulled into the parking lot next to her car she acted on impulse.

"I have my bags in my room still, can we go get them? I really need them." She pleaded. The officer contemplated the thought for a moment before agreeing.

They walked into the front doors and the officer showed his badge to the security guard at the front desk before proceeding.

"What room was it?" He asked.

"Four-fifteen, it's on the third floor." Elle said. They took the elevator to the third floor.

When they reached her room, the door was open and officers were searching it thoroughly.

"Stay out here," the officer instructed. Elle nodded.

As soon as he was out of sight, she moved farther down the hall to the room that was marked off by caution tape. Careful not to step in anything that may or may not be evidence, she ducked under the tape. Many objects were thrown across the room, clear signs of a struggle. A broken lamp lay on the floor to her right, and clothes were everywhere.

Elle walked further into the room and saw a young woman strapped to the bed. She had dark bruises all over her arms. Blood stained her face and fair hair; her eyes were wide open. Elle felt nauseous, this had been a rape. There were multiple stab wounds in the woman's abdomen.

Elle presumed that the man had killed her in a blind rage when she continued to fight. The thought was revolting, but she couldn't leave. She knew that there was something in here that would give her a clue as to who the killer was; what kind of man he is.

This isn't your job anymore Elle. She thought, slowly she turned from the scene and exited the room quickly. She managed to beat the officer back.

"I am sorry for the delay. The officers were searching the bag. But here it is." He handed her the bag.

"Thank you." She said smiling softly.

They left the hotel in silence. She then got into her car and followed him to her new place. It was a nice hotel, probably expensive.

"Well, this place is nice." She said as she walked up the front door.

"It is." The officer said. "I hope it will suffice." He smiled.

"It will," Elle replied.

"My name is Officer Liquet. Dorian Liquet," the man said holding out his hand.

Elle shook it firmly and thanked him once more for his help.

"Have a good day ma'am." He said before turning and leaving.

Elle walked up to her new room and settled on the couch.

The B.A.U. is going to be here. Elle thought, she wondered if they would send the team she had been with only months ago. She tried not to think about it; it was no longer her job or her business.

It could become my business if I made it that way. She thought to herself, but she wouldn't do that.

She fell asleep curled on the bed. Her dreams that night were better fitted as memories.

"Next time, show a little leg." Agent Morgan commented after the arrest of their prime suspect of her first case with the team.

"Morgan, the only time you are going to see a little leg from me is when I am about to kick your ass." He only laughed.

Then,

Elle had been spending a fair amount of time trying to figure out why the 'Foot Path Killer' stuttered. Gideon's recollection of the encounter and how he survived was enticing. The team was then moved to work on a case in Tempe, Arizona.

Even when she thought she had figured out why the un-sub stuttered; Gideon told her that she was wrong. That how he was, a puzzling man, but very knowledgeable. Elle admired him for that.

Several other memories past her mind, including the vacation that the team took. Gideon stayed at a cabin he owned in the middle of nowhere.

"Seriously, don't call." He had said before leaving.

Hotch spent his two weeks at home with his wife. Morgan and Elle had scored two rooms at a beautiful hotel on the beach in Jamaica. Reid chose to spend his time with his family, though he didn't seem too pleased with that. Elle did wonder what was going on, but pushed it aside.

Garcia and Jay-Jay stayed behind. Jay-Jay kept things running at headquarters, and Garcia spent her time on her high-tech computer, playing fantasy games.

Elle and Morgan left for their glorious vacation on the beach that night; little did they know that it would turn sour. After their first night, Elle was arrested. Blood had been smeared down the hall, leading straight to her hotel room door. It had been terrifying and disgusting.

Elle woke up to her phone ringing.

"Hello?" She answered.

"Elle," the caller said.

"Who is this?" Elle was puzzled, she didn't recognize the number.

"It's Penelope Garcia."

"Oh my god," she muttered. "Is it our team that is working this case?" Elle asked immediately.

"Yes," Garcia said softly. "The team is at the station now; they want you to meet them there for further questioning."

"Wonderful…" Elle said. She hung up the phone and prepared to leave the hotel room. She brushed her long dark hair and pulled it into a pony tail, leaving the room in a pair of blue jeans, a t-shirt, and a jacket.