Reid's Realization

by Emilysheldonsif

*in the future, about 10 years* Reid has a 10 year old daughter named Juliet, when Juliet gets kidnapped and Reid's team is on the case, how will he deal with the possibility of her death?

3. Chapter 3

Reid's Realization Chapter 3
by: Emily Powers

"Oh my gosh!" Penelope Garcia said. "One of my little ducklings, little ducking.." she gasped.
"Spence, I'm so sorry." J.J said.
"I'm sorry Reid." Emily Prentiss said.
"Wait, we still don't know if that's Juliet. The boy's name was Keegan Larson, the first girl's name was Elizabeth Fhurman, so it may be the name of the next victim." Rossi said.
"That was her face, I refuse to believe it, but it was her." Reid stated.
"Can we finish the profile so we can get on with the case?" Hotch spoke up. J.J nodded and got on with the profile.

Juliet Reid sat in a dark room. Her hands were tied behind her back and she couldn't tell much about her sorroundings, but she feels comfort in knowing there is a ground beneath her. Her mouth hurt, her braces too tight. Her wrists hurt too, somthing wet was tricking down her hands. If there was a light she could see what it was, but there was no light. Juliet loathed the dark, it scared her, it made her feel alone. Normally when it got too dark, she would sit next to the fireplace and read a book, or play with her dolls. She couldn't do that here, she just had to stick it out until she could have some light. The little girl sat there. It got darker and darker. She began to sob.
"Mommy...Daddy?" the girl asked. "DADDY! THE SERIAL KILLERS GOING TO GET ME DADDY!" she yelled.
She cried harder when there was no reply. She kept yelling for a few hours and tried herself out, she drifted off to sleep.
When she awoke, the sun shone in from a window. It illuminated the room. Juliet could look at her wrist now. She lifted it to look at it. Her hand was covered in red, blood, she guessed. On her wrist, a "4" was craved. She looked at her other wrist, the name "Bobby" was carved into it. The little girl wiped the blood from her hands on her pants legs.
"daddy?" she asked.

The next morning, Reid set out to work. He knew that what they had established about the cases last night would help find his daughter, if she really was alive. The team deducted that the UnSub, most likely a white male, lost his child, most likely blonde with blue eyes. This is most likely the stresser that pushed him to kill. Reid