Author's Note: I put a lot of though into this chapter. Fair warning: You're blood will racing by the end of this chapter. It's going to get pretty creepy.

Allison woke up to a beam of sunlight shining through the window of the hotel room.

She sat up in the bed and stretched her arms over her head and yawned. She looked around the room and saw that Will, Henry and Jack were still asleep.

She walked over to where she had put her suitcase, grabbed a change of clothes and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

When Allison walked out of the bathroom, she saw Jack sitting at the small table reading a book.

"What are you reading over there, Jack," Allison asked.

"Charlie and The Chocolate Factory," Jack replied.

"You must like to read," Allison stated.

"I love to read. It's fun," Jack explained.

"Reading is fun. I love to read also," Allison said as she sat down next to him

"Is that because your last name is Reid," Jack asked.

Allison laughed and said, "No, it's not because of my last name. When I was younger, I was sick a lot and since I didn't have a phone, laptop or iPod, so I just read what ever I could get my hands on. My mom use to be and avid reader when she was my age, but then her job kept her busy. When she wasn't working, she was sleeping."

"Do you miss your mommy," Jack asked.

Allison was silent for a moment, she never had thought of it before. She had hated her mom so much, for life she was living, that when she found her mom's body that she wasn't surprised to see her dead, but right now after two and half months of no mom around, she missed her more than anything.

"Yeah I do," Allison replied.

"I miss my mommy too," Jack stated. "What happened to yours"

"She, um, died in a a car accident on the way to work," Allison lied.

"Mine died by a bad man," Jack replied.

Allison knew that Jack's mom was murder by George 'The Reaper' Foyet. Her dad told her about him a month ago, after her first night babysitting Jack.

At that moment Will woke up, which saved Allison from anymore awkwardness of the conversation between her and Jack.

"Hey Will," Allison said looking over at JJ.

"Morning, Allison," Will replied. "I thought you would sleep late."

"Early riser. I haven't been able to sleep in late on a Saturday since I was seven years old," Allison explained.

"I guess Jack is taking after his babysitter," Will said looking at Jack.

"Daddy doesn't like me sleeping late, when he's away," Jack explained.

"Oh," Will said, dumbly.

Allison sat on the hotel bed, reading, Rick Riordan's Percy Jackson and The Lightning Thief, while Will took Henry some where in the hotel, with an FBI agent following them.

Allison had been stuck with Jack, who decided to take a nap, after lunch.

Allison closed the book after a while, when she couldn't concentrate anymore, because her thoughts kept going to her father.

She was worried about his safety on the case. If the BAU teams families had to be placed in protective custody, how bad was the case? Who was the Unsub that knew about the teams personal lives?

Just then Jack pulled Allison out of her thoughts by saying, "When can I talk to Daddy?"

Allison picked up the disposable cell phone that Anderson had given her, then looked over at Anderson, who was on the other side of the room flipping through a magazine, that looked like it belonged to Morgan.

"Why don't you asked Agent Anderson if it's okay to call him," Allison suggested.

"Okay," Jack said walking over to Anderson.

Allison watched the conversation between the little boy and FBI agent, and from the looks of it Jack was going to get his wish.

Jack walked back over to Allison and said, "He said, I could."

Allison smied at the young boy as she turn on the disposable cell phone and dialed Hotch's number from memory, then hand the phone to Jack saying, "Here you go Jack."

Jack took the phone and walked over to the other side of the room

Jack talked to his dad, for about fifteen minutes, before giving the phone back to Allison.

"Are you going to talk to your daddy," Jack asked.

"I will in a little bit," Allison replied.

Reid was sitting in a police station in Pittsburgh looking at the crime scene photos of The Replicators latest victim. They still had no ID on the young woman. There was no missing persons report that matched her description. No one had come forward to claim the body.

Just then Hotch walked over to him and said, "Allison might be calling you soon. I suggest you take the call and talk to her. You can't keep staring these photos forever."

"Hotch the Unsub found someone who looked like Allison, my daughter," Reid stated. "Wouldn't you continually stare if it was just a little boy who looked like Jack?"

"Allison is alive and safe. You know that. This girl is not her," Hotch explained, pointing to the photo of the victim. "Allison will be calling you soon, so take a break."

"How do you know she's about to call," Reid asked.

"Jack just called me from a disposable cell phone, which I believe belongs to Allison," Hotch stated. "Just take the call."

Hotch walked away to talk to the rest of the team, on the other side of the station, to see what they had.

Reid took out his phone and set it down right next to him and went back to looking at the crime scene photos

Five and a half minutes later, his phone rang.

Reid picked up the phone and answered saying, "Hello?"

"How much do you miss your daughter right not," a creepy, distorted voice asked.

"Who is this," Reid asked.

"Don't you wish you were back at your apartment, watching Star Wars and Dr. Who with your young, smart and beautiful daughter," the voice asked.

"Who are you," Reid asked again.

"Why do you do such a dangerous job that keeps you away from Allison for long periods of time, Dr. Spencer Reid. I know that you've known her for a few months, and that you'll do anything to protect her. Or am I wrong about that," the voice asked. "You should be a teacher instead."

"What do you want from me," Reid asked, motioning for the team to get over to where he was as he put the phone on speaker.

"Not isn't that the million dollar question, Spencer," the voice asked. "Why don't you try and figure it out. If you put all the pieces together than you'll know what or who I want?"

After that the line went dead.

"What happened Reid," Morgan asked.

"The Replicator called me personally," Reid stated.

"What did he want," JJ asked.

"He said that I should be protecting Allison, not doing a dangerous job like this," Reid explained. "He told me to put the pieces together that I will have our answer. All though I think I already know the answer."

"What's the answer," Alex asked.

"Jane," Reid replied.

"By Jane you mean Frank," Morgan asked.

"Think about, We all think it's a past Unsub with a grudge against the BAU. Who do we know that is so meticulous, smart enough to do enough surveillance to know every fact about us, personal and professional," Reid asked.

"Isn't Frank dead," JJ asked in return.

"We never found his or Jane's bodies," Reid stated.

"Are you sure," Hotch asked.

"Not entirely. I need to put the puzzle together first," Reid replied.

"What's the puzzle," Rossi asked.

"The victims and the crime scene photos," Reid said.

"You do that. If you need any help just ask," Hotch said.

"Yes sir," Reid said with a nod.

Author's Note: Blood racing yet? Mine is and I'm the writer. I put a lot of thought into this chapter. So once I realized the one Unsub that got away and hated the BAU, could only be Frank. Next chapter will be up hopefully tomorrow. Hope I didn't give you any nightmares.