Author's Note: I'm going to delve a little bit into the season long Unsub in this chapter. Well the photos that were taken anyways. The timing is of course be off, since Maeve has only been dead for about a month and half according to my math, and Allison has been around a bit longer then that, but I wanted the father-daughter relationship to develop first. So I'll be picking up where Carbon Copy left off.
Reid stared at the pictures in front him. Then his eye caught a picture in the top right corner, that had been circled multiple times. Six to be exact. It was a picture of him and Allison walking out of Potomac High after a fundraiser a couple of weeks ago.
"He's knows about Allison," Reid said.
"If he knows about her what are the chances he knows about Henry and Will," JJ asked.
"And Jack and Beth," Hotch put in.
"I don't know," Reid admitted as he moved his flashlight around the room, looking for pictures of the team's families.
"I don't like the sound of that," JJ stated.
"Neither do I," Reid said, as his flashlight landed on a picture of Jack and Henry from the BAU softball game, from a few months ago.
JJ and Hotch stared at their children in horror.
"We assumed that he stalked us as a team, but to know about Allison, Henry and Jack, that means he knows everything single thing about us," Rossi explained.
Reid looked back at the victim that lay in the middle of the room and swallowed thickly then said, "She looks like Allison."
Allison was on her laptop, doing her homework, when her video screen popped up, showing her dad's face.
"Hey Dad, is everything okay," Allison greeted.
"I want you to listen to me and listen carefully," Reid said.
"What's going on," Allison asked, worriedly.
"I want you pack your suitcase with two weeks worth of clothes, put some things to keep you entertained. No electronics though, so leave your laptop, cellphone, iPod and iPad in a hidden spot in your room. Make sure they are completely off. And in about an hour, Anderson is going to pick you. He's going to give the password and show his badge to prove that it's him. From there he's going to take you a hotel and give you a disposable cellphone. You'll be placed in the FBI protection," Reid explained.
"Why," Allison asked, scared.
"The Unsub we're after knows everything about the team's personal lives, including mine. I'm trying to keep you safe," Reid replied.
"What about Jack and Henry," Allison asked. "Are they in danger?"
"Yes. Hotch and JJ and setting up their protection right now," Reid said.
"I love you, Dad," Allison replied, as she held back tears and her fear.
"I love you too, Allie," Reid replied before disconnecting the video call.
Allison closed her laptop and took a shaky breath as she wiped away the tears threatening to spill over.
She stood up and walked into her room, and shut off all her electronics and hid them in different parts of her room, then took out her suitcase and packed it with a few books a couple notebooks, a drawing pad and some colored pencils so she could do artwork and two weeks worth of clothes.
As Allison was closing her suitcase, there was knock on the door
Allison grabbed the suitcase and walked into the living room.
She set the suitcase down and looked in the peephole and saw Anderson, then said, "Password."
"Mozart," Anderson replied.
Allison unlocked the door and opened it.
"Ready," Anderson asked holding his up his badge.
"Yeah," Allison said as she picked up her suitcase again.
A few hours later, Allison walked into a hotel room, that had been placed under FBI surveillance.
The other people in the same hotel room was Henry, Jack and JJ's husband, Will.
Allison looked at Anderson, curiously.
"Why are we all in the same room," Allison asked.
"If we spread you all out, then we can't keep you all safe, because the FBI agents assigned to your four for protection will be thinned out," Anderson explained.
Will stood up from the floor where had been playing with Henry and Jack and walked over to Allison, saying, "Don't worry about the arrangements, Allison. This is only temporary. Think of it as a vacation. Why don't you come help me keep the little ones entertained."
"I brought some colored pencils and some paper," Allison replied.
"I hope your idea works," Will stated.
"What have you been doing," Allison asked.
"Trying to teach them poker," Will admitted.
"You've been hanging around Dad to much if your trying to teach a gambling game to little kids," Allison said, as she walked over to Henry and Jack.
"Hi Allison," Jack greeted, as his babysitter for the past month sat down next to him.
"Hey Jack," Allison said.
"Uncle Will is teaching us poker," Jack pointed out.
"How about instead of poker, we draw for a little while," Allison suggested as she pulled out a drawing pad and colored pencils out of her suitcase.
Henry looked up at Allison, noticing her for the first time and said, "Hi Allie."
Henry had started calling Allison 'Allie' since his Uncle Spencer told him about her.
Allison ruffled Henry's long hair and said, "Hey Henry. Me and Jack are about color. Do you want to color with us."
"Yeah," Henry replied, as his eyes lit up, like they did every time he got excited.
Allison didn't color, she just sat on the floor and watched the two little kids color and draw.
Around ten o'clock, Will decided that it was bedtime for the little boys.
"Henry and Jack, I want you two to get into your pj's and get ready for bed," Will stated.
The two boys ignored Will and continued to draw.
Allison stepped in to help Will and said, "Hey if you two go get ready for bed, I'll read you a story."
Henry and Jack were on their feet in seconds, cleaning up the mess they made with the paper and colored pencils.
Will took Henry into the bathroom, to help give him a bath, and into his pajamas. While Allison helped Jack pick out some pajamas for him to put on once Will was done with Henry.
"Can I pick out the story, Allison," Jack asked.
"Sure, but since Uncle Will has the books in his suitcase, we'll have to wait," Allison replied.
"I want to talk to Daddy," Jack stated.
"Well your daddy and my daddy are both busy catching the bad guy. Hopefully we can call them tomorrow," Allison explained.
Allison knew that the chances of talking to her dad were slim, so were Jack's. The same with Henry and his mom. She wasn't about to tell Jack that though. Anderson still hadn't given her the disposable cellphone yet.
Once Henry and Jack were asleep in one of the beds in the room, Allison and Will sat at a small table in the room, playing the card game, War.
"You were great with them," Will pointed out.
Allison looked over at the two sleeping boys and said, "I guess so."
"It's hard enough for me get Henry to go to bed when JJ is around, or can't call," Will explained.
"Jack want to call his dad, but I told that he was busy catching the bad guy, and that we would call tomorrow, but the truth is the chances of hearing from Dad, Hotch and JJ are very slim," Allison stated.
"If they called we'd in danger," Will summed up.
"Sometimes being related to a member of the BAU sucks, because if they're in danger so are you," Allison said. "And telling someone in school that your dad is profiler in the FBI doesn't exactly get you the golden ticket out of bullying."
"Still dealing with them," Will asked.
"Not so much since Emma was arrested. I still get hateful looks and told a few choice words I'd rather not repeat, but Dad and Nate help me keep my head high and to keep moving forward," Allison replied.
"I hope Henry never has to deal with bullying," Will stated.
"No parent does, but it happens whether the kid tells you or not," Allison said.
"A fifteen year old sounding like an adult. This day just gets stranger and stranger," Will pointed out.
"I grew up in Vegas, with no kind of support. I learned by trial and error, by knowing the mistakes my mom made and making sure I didn't and don't make the same ones," Allison explained. "Henry is lucky to have a mom and dad that can both be there to support him, when he's in trouble."
"How did you get to be so good with kids," Will asked suddenly.
"I guess because I'm still a kid," Allison answered.
"You don't act like it," Will stated.
Allison sighed, and placed the cards in her hand on the table and said, "Dad doesn't know. And I don't want him to."
"Doesn't know what," Will asked.
"That I have ADHD, attention deficit hyperactive disorder," Allison replied.
"Since when," Will asked.
"Third grade," Allison stated. "My teacher noticed the signs, told my mother, who course didn't care, and did nothing to help me. I've never been treated for it."
"How does having ADHD explain why your good with kids," Will asked.
"Because there's a part of my brain that still thinks I'm a kid, Another part thinks I'm this mature adult and the other part knows I'm a smart teenager who has trouble concentrating," Allison explained. "So whenever I'm around little kids. I know all the things to say, how to speak to them and how to interact with them. Whenever I'm around adults I either tend to be myself of act like an adult."
"What about when your with people your own age," Will questioned.
"My brain goes haywire, because I don't interact well with other teenagers," Allison replied. "I don't know why I can't. I just either do better when people are either younger or older than me."
"Don't you have a boyfriend," Will asked.
"Yeah, but it doesn't mean I'm myself around him. I'm just weird," Allison stated.
"No you're just different, which is a good thing to, because it makes you unique," Will pointed out.
"Says the cop from New Orléans," Allison said.
"Whatever," Will said, as he looked at his watch. "I think we should both get some sleep, who knows what we'll be doin' tomorrow and when. So I'll take the pullout couch and you can take the bed."
Author's Note: So the team's families are under protection. If you wondering about Morgan's family and Beth. They are probably in protection as well with the local FBI where they live. Was this a creepy chapter? Or does it look like something I would write? Are you worried about what might happen? I know I'm worried and I'm the one writing the story.
On a more personal note, I speak from experience about what it's like to have ADHD. Now I know that ADHD affects the attention span, but sometime if you work hard enough you can widen your attention span through reading. Which I have done. Not a lot of people know that in some cases that it can affect your behavior when your around people who aren't in the same age range as you. I feel like I'm a different person when I'm around different age groups. I'm not good with other teenagers. I'm made fun of for this, and I could care less. This is the way I am and I will always be that way. I'm unique. Everyone is in some way.