Author's Note: Surprise! Two chapters in one day.

Reid stood face to face with a woman he hadn't about since she left. She appeared older, which should be expected, her hair was now a dark shade of black and fairly long. She was wearing dark clothes that cover everything but the top of the scar from where she had gotten shot so long ago. The scar had faded some, but it was still noticable to the naked eye. If anyone had ever seen it they probably over-looked it, not wanting to ask. He then looked into her eyes and saw how dark and cold they had become.

"You look different," was all Reid could manage to say.

"Don't we all," Elle scoffed as she aimed a gun at Reid. "You look more human, and I bet no one cares."

"Insult me all you want, Elle. It doesn't matter what you say, besides I've probably heard worse from Morgan," Reid replied, attempting to make conversation like old times.

"Don't go getting in my head. You can't just pick up where you left off. And you don't have the right to call me Elle," Elle said. "I'm not afraid to kill you"

"Your filled with remorse because you killed Gideon," Reid said, knowing he had to get into her head.

"No I killed two serial killers and a woman they called Jane. That was just a guy who looked liked Gideon," Elle stated.

Reid noticed the hint of sadness in her voice and realized, that she wanted nothing more than to pick up where they left off and start over again.

"Isn't that what you want, though," Reid asked. "To just go back to being great friends and hang out whenever we didn't have a case?"

"You don't know what I want," Elle stated.

"I think I do," Reid said. "Killing Lee ruined your life. Even after you left, you nothing more than to come back to the BAU, but something kept you away. Then you when you found out about Emily, you figured that there was no way you could come back. I bet as soon as Emily left you figured it was safe to come back, but figured that we'd forgotten all about you. So Blake joined instead. That enraged you. Now all of that fear, regret and anger is coming out, and you're willing to take it out on who ever you can get your hands on, that's when you started copying our cases, wanting our attention. Now you have it. Truth is we never forgot about you I was always hoping for you to come and we could pick up where we left off."

Elle stared at Reid, with a mix of emotions and tears threatening to spill and said, "Who are you?"

"It's me. Reid," Reid replied, hoping his idea had worked.

"No, you're not him," Elle stated. "Reid wouldn't be able to confront me like this. He always stumbles over his words when he's talking to me."

"Elle listen to me. I am the same Reid, you once knew, only a little bit more older and grown up," Reid explained.

"You look like him, but you're not him. He would not be able to rock that kind of hair style. He would not fall in love, he's to awkward to get a girlfriend," Elle said as she trained her gun on him. "You are an imposter"

"Elle, close your eyes and listen to just my voice" Reid requested.

"Why," Elle asked.

"Just trust me on this," Reid said.

Elle closed her eyes,

Reid thought for a moment then said, "Three months after you joined the team, you noticed an invitation laying on my desk that refered to my high school reunion and you offered to go with me, even though the event was still months away. What was my reply?"

"You said, you weren't going because there were to many bad memories," Elle said simply as the gun fell from her hand.

Reid picked up the gun and handed it to the FBI agent behind him, saying, "A month before you came back to work after the Garner case, who did you ask to come over and save you from death by boredom?"

"You of course. Are you having trouble with that memory of yours," Elle asked with a laugh.

"Open your eyes, Elle and look straight at me," Reid said.

Elle opened her eyes and gasped looking at Reid, then asked, "Reid?"

"Hi Elle," Reid said relieved that the trick worked.

Elle looked around and asked, "Where are we?"

"Panama City, Florida," Reid replied.

"No, that's not right. We're supposed to be in Quantico, getting ready for our next case," Elle stated.

Reid stared at Elle confused then asked, "Elle, what year is it?"

"2006," Elle said.

"It March 2013," Reid stated.

"That's impossible," Elle said, starting to freak out.

"It's okay Elle, we're going to get you some help," Reid said.

Just then, Morgan came down the hallway, then stopped and stared at Elle and Reid.

"Morgan," Elle asked looking at Morgan.

"Uh, hi," Morgan said, before turning to looked at Reid. "What happened?"

"Let's get Elle out of here first then I'll explain," Reid promised.

"How did you get the other personality to release her," Morgan asked.

"I asked Elle to close her eyes and to only listen to the sound of my voice," Reid replied. "I brought up a few memories, then asked a question to go along with the memory. When I asked her to open her eyes, she recognized me, but not where we were, or what year it was. She seemed to think that we were getting ready for the Lee case. I think whoever her other personality is has had her trapped for a long time. And every time Elle found a grasp of reality she thought she was still a member of the BAU, and tried to go to work, but then her other personality came back when it realized that Ele had been replaced."

"What was the trigger," Morgan asked.

"My best guess is when she got shot. I remember how Elle had told Hotch that she had been out for four months when she had actually only been out for five and half," Reid explained.

"How come you never said anything," Morgan asked.

"I didn't think about it until she called me an imposter," Reid stated.

"Do you think she's going to be okay," Morgan asked.

"I think with a strong support system, because I think what really kept Elle locked away for so long is because her other personality thought no one cared about her because we weren't there to help her after she got shot," Reid replied.

"Your blaming us now," Morgan asked.

"Of course not. I'm blaming it on the Unsubs that got in the way of us helping her," Reid stated.

The next day, late in the afternoon, Reid walked into his apartment, dropping his go-bag on the floor.

He was so tired. He had been going nonstop since they found the photos of the team in Pittsburgh.

Just as he was about to collapse on the couch, he became aware of the music coming from Allison's room.

He grabbed his gun, because Garcia said that, Allison wasn't to going to be back for another two hours.

Reid looked into Allison's room and saw his daughter sitting on her bed, phone next to her, laptop in front of her, and her favorite songs coming from the laptop's speakers.

Reid put his gun down and said, " Hey Allie."

Allison looked up, turned off her music and said, "Hey Dad."

"Garcia said your weren't going to home for a couple of hours," Reid stated walking into the room.

"Surprise," Allison said questionably.

"I don't care whether it's a surprise or not. I'm just glad your safe and not in danger anymore," Reid replied.

"Are you okay," Allison asked, concerned.

"Yeah. No," Reid said. "No. It's just that our Unsub was an old team member who didn't realize that what she she had been doing. And before I was able to manage to bring her back to reality she killed a young woman who reminded me so much of you, and that really scared me."

"What was the young woman's name," Allison asked.

"She's still a Jane Doe," Reid replied.

"That's sad," Allison stated. "Who was the Unsub?"

"Elle Greenaway, she was an old team member of mine," Reid answered.

Not wanting to dig any further, Allison decided to change the subject and said, "Someone sent you a package. It was at the door when Anderson dropped me off. It's from Lila Archer."

Reid looked at his daughter and asked, "Can you repeat the name?"

"Lila Archer. She's an actress and has guest starred on LA Crime a few times," Allison replied. "Why do you know her."

"Yeah I do. A several years ago, she had a stalker and I assigned to protect her. After the case was solved, we went a couple dates, but broke it off because of the distance, jobs and publicity," Reid explained. "Where did you put it?"

"On the kitchen table," Allison said, as she went back to what she was doing on her laptop.

Reid left the room and walked into the kitchen.

Allison looked at her laptop screen, debating whether or not to Google, Elle Greenaway, to see who she is.

When she finally decided to do so, she got surprisingly little. She did find on article that got her interest. Allison clicked on the link to go to the article.

The article read:

FBI Agent Shot In Her Home

FBI Agent Elle Greenaway was shot in her home yesterday after leaving work. According to the doctors, she was shot near the heart, and lost a lot of blood. After hours in surgery, the doctors are hopeful that she will make a full recovery.
While the agent was in surgery, the Behavioral Analysis Unit, caught the man who shot their team member. According to statements from the team themselves, the man was also wanted in several other murders and the kidnapping of a teenage girl.

Allison saved the article in her favorites, and made a mental note to ask her father about later.

Author's Note: What's in the package? Will Elle get the help she needs? Will the team be by her side and help her deal with it? Who's enjoying this story so far?

I'm going to give a fair warning right now; my Spring Break is in a couple of weeks, so I won't be posting anything that week, unless I'm at a wi-fi hotspot, because I will be traveling.