All I own is Paige and the plot. Everything else belongs to CBS.

R&R please.

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Several breaths came in sharply.

"Hotch? Hotch?" Dave Rossi asked impatiently.

"She-she says that she thinks you are her dad." Hotch heard a click. Fifteen minutes later he was there. When he walked in, everyone was in the bull pen, surrounding Paige.

"Miss Haller?" Rossi asked.

"Agent Rossi," she replied softly, looking up. The other agents couldn't help but stare. Paige and Rossi wore the same confused expression, and she looked just like him.

"Who is your mother?" Rossi inquired.

"Casey."

"Casey?" Rossi paused to remember his ex-wife, the only one that he'd really cared about. He thought of her green eyes. Paige looked a lot like her. He frowned at the memory, because he then thought of the day when she left.

"Dave, I'm pregnant. I've been having an affair, and this baby isn't yours. I don't want to hurt you more than I already have, so I'm leaving. I'm moving to Florida to live with the father of this baby. Don't come after me." Her note had said.

Rossi snapped back.

"No, Casey cheated on me. You're mistaken."

"No I'm not. My 'dad' did a DNA test three weeks ago and he's not my biological father. He flipped out and left. Right in the middle of mom's ch-chemo." She stuttered at the last word.

"Casey's sick?"

"Cancer. Left lung. She's terminal. She sent me away so I wouldn't have to watch her die. She'd already told Paul that I wasn't his, so he left and told me he wanted nothing more to do with me." She began to cry.

"Dave, can I talk to you for a minute?" Hotch asked. Rossi nodded.

Hotch and Rossi were around the corner talking, while Derek and J.J. comforted Paige.

"Hotch, Casey said that she cheated, I mean, how could I be her father--" Rossi babbled.

"Dave, look at her. She's the spitting image of you. Listen, I'm going to arrange a DNA test, and I'm going to give you a few weeks off to get things in order. This has got to be a shock for you. Myself and the rest of the team will be more than happy to stop by and help you if you're feeling lost. I'm sure she can take care of herself, but regardless, if you need anything, don't hesitate to call." He said. All Rossi could do was nod.

Rossi and Hotch walked back to the center of the bullpen, where Paige was drying her eyes, J.J. rubbing her back.

"I'm sorry, I'm being such a baby." She said, sniffling.

"You're not being a baby, it's healthy for you to cry, especially after all you've been through." J.J. said. "Look, here's Rossi."

"Okay, Paige. I guess we're going to get a DNA test just to be sure, but for now, you can stay in the guest room at my house."

Rossi grabbed her suitcase, and she carried her bag and book. They were almost to the door when she dropped the book. She leaned down to pick it up, but a creamy, masculine hand beat her to it. She looked up to find a tall, skinny man with chin-length hair.

"I believe this is yours." He said.

"Yes, thank you." She replied, holding her hand out for the book.

"Ah, Poe. Not light reading." He handed it to her.

"He's my favorite." She admitted.

"I'm Dr. Spencer Reid."

"Paige Haller," she replied.

"Did you know that Edgar Allen Poe--"

"Reid, not the time. Let's go, Paige." Rossi said, exhausted.

"Okay," she replied. "Nice to meet you Dr. Reid. I have to go now, but maybe we can discuss Poe some other time."

"All right."

Rossi and Paige left the building and headed for Rossi's house, both nervous, wondering what was to come.

A/N: Sorry guys, not really a great chapter, but I'm having horrid writer's block. What do you guys think so far? Should I continue?