"How well do you know Emma," JJ said as she handed Allison a soda from the fridge in the break area of the bullpen.

Allison took the soda and said, "Not very well. I just know what she is."

"What is she," JJ asked.

"Rude, self-centered, a bit on the racist side, due to the amount of time she spent with Lavarious, and just goes about school judging everyone by what they don't have. Like, if they don't have the latest phone, or fashions, she writes them off as poor and not worth talking to. Correction, she has her lap-dogs do it for her," Allison replied.

"She talked to you though, and you're not wearing the latest fashions," JJ pointed out.

"Actually I do. Vegas fashion is different from Potomac High fashion. She had someone do the research to see if I was worth talking to," Allison explained.

"You acted like she has people do everything for her," JJ stated.

"If she tried using a computer or send a text message she might break a nail," Allison said.

"I take it you've had experience with the popular girls of high school," JJ asked.

"That and Dad told me that Mom was the same way in school when it came to not doing things due to the risk of breaking a nail," Allison explained.

"Did Emma ever talk to you before today," JJ asked.

"Nope, she just gave me the evil eye when ever she saw me," Allison answered. "Which was a lot."

"Did she and Lavarious ever break up," JJ asked.

"About maybe two or three weeks before before I arrived," Allison replied.

"How did you find out," JJ questioned.

"It was still the top talk when I got to Potomac," Allison said. "They had just gotten back together the same day Lavarious pushed me."

"Did anything stand out about Emma that day," JJ asked.

"She looked like she had just rolled out of bed. She had on a t-shirt, jeans, no make-up. She looked lost," Allison said quietly, as she remembered the day. "She looked almost like a normal teenage girl, who didn't care about looks."

With that JJ stood up and walked over to Reid, Blake and Morgan.

That night while, Allison was sitting on the couch with her laptop and the TV playing LA Crime, there was a knock on the door.

Allison stood up and said, "Who is it?"

"Emma Harris," replied a voice.

Allison froze in her tracks at the reply. Right now she was wishing that her father was home and not still at the BAU.

She will herself to keep walking and open the door.

Allison looked at Emma, who was dressed the same way she had dressed, the day she and Lavarious got back together.

"Can I come in," Emma asked.

"Uhh, sure," Allison said opening the door wider.

Emma walked, looked around the living room and asked, "Does Sherlock Holmes live here?"

"No, just me and Dad," Allison answered. "My dad is kind of old fashioned despite his age."

"I like guys who are old fashioned," Emma stated.

"Is there a reason you're here," Allison asked getting to the point.

"I was wrong to write that note. I shouldn't have done it," Emma replied. "I'm sorry."

"You know by giving me that note, I gave it to my dad who now thinks that Nate is a murderer," Allison pointed out.

"A few hours before Lavarious died, he called me and told me that if anything were to happen to him, I'm to blame it on Nate or anyone who grows close to you at school," Emma explained.

"Why should I believe you," Allison asked.

"Because I'm not the person you think I am, Allison," Emma stated. "I'm not racist, I'm not self-centered. I just act like this, because I don't want to known as a nerd, but when I see how comfortable you guys are with your place in the world, I get upset and become the person I don't want to be. I'm tired of being the popular girl who looks down on everyone else."

"Prove your smart then," Allison challenged.

"I have a 3.9 GPA. I can name all fifty states and their capitals. I can read anything you give me. I am an excellent writer. I've post a few short stories and poems online. I'm working on getting a scholarship,so I can get into M.I.T," Emma rattled off.

"Let me see some of your written work," Allison said, unimpressed.

Emma took a tablet out of her purse, turned it on, then looked through it for a few moments, before handing it over to Allison.

Allison read the short story that was on the screen in front of her, then said, "This is just as good as my work."

"I'm truly sorry for coming between you and Nate," Emma said.

"Just being truly sorry is going to fix the damage. Now I'm going to have to embarrass myself in front of my dad and the team, for causing all this trouble you caused," Allison explained.

"I can make it up to you, by fixing the problem myself," Emma suggested.

"How do you suppose you're going to do that," Allison asked.

Just as the words left her mouth, her father walked in with Morgan right behind him.

Reid stopped in his tracks and stared at the two teenage girls standing in the middle of the living room.

"What's going on in here," Reid asked.

"Dad, this is Emma Harris and she would like to explain something to you," Allison said, before walking out the living room, leaving Emma at the mercy of two armed FBI agents.

Reid looked at Morgan and asked, "Can you make sure she's okay?"

"Sure Reid," Morgan said heading off in the same direction as Allison.

Allison was pulling a book out her stack of books when Morgan walked.

"I'm fine, Derek. No, I did not invite her over. She came here to apologize and correct her mistake," Allison said before Morgan had a chance to say anything.

"Your one hell of a mind reader," Morgan pointed out. "And your dad had me come check n you while he talked to Emma. Though I think he's going to do the talking while she tries to follow."

"If she's as smart as she says she is, then she should have no problem then," Allison replied as she on her bed and opened the book.

"Or the same IQ level," Morgan said as he sat down in Allison's desk chair.

Allison laughed a little and said, "That's impossible."

"After you left the BAU, your dad told me about head-strong you've been after everything that's happened to you since you were a kid. Most kids when they reach your age, would be to traumatized to get on with their lives," Morgan stated.

"If you live on the Strip in Vegas, you grow a backbone at a young age and learn to take what's been handed to you without it affecting you," Allison explained.

Morgan looked around Allison's room and noticed the personal touches of artwork, books, DVDs, and paperwork. He could feel the lived-in feel it had to it. He noticed how comfortable Allison was in here. All of this made him think that she was quick to adjust, because she had moved around a lot, while still always living on the Strip.

"Move around a lot with your mom," Morgan asking, seeing if his theory was correct.

"Yeah. When ever she didn't get earn much, we had to move to a place that was affordable. If she earn a lot of money we got a bigger apartment. So we moved about every six months. Sometimes we were lucky if we stayed in a nice apartment for a year," Allison replied, not looking up from the book in her lap. "But a lot of the time even if the money was good, we'd get kicked if my mom had some john over or she was caught doing drugs."

"You've it rough," Morgan commented.

"We all have at some point. I'm glad I'm over my rough spot and have someplace, cleaner and nicer to start over," Allison replied. "Life with Dad is a new beginning."

"With every tragedy, there is always a new beginning awaiting us that's not very far."
Mr. Raf (my history teacher)

Author's Note: While I was writing this chapter, I got a PM on Facebook. The girl who PM'd me started calling me a series of names that I will not repeat. I didn't know who she was, but her words got to me.

My advice to: don't let cyber-bullying get to you. The person who is being mean to you, probably can't say what they are typing to you with a straight. They hide behind the internet and pretend to be something they aren't.