Morgan would admit to being surprised by the fact that the girl that had tried to protect Garcia's corpse; was also the person that he and the team had come to question. But what surprised him more was when the girl had locked eyes with him a second before losing her grip on the window sill and plummeting to the ground.

He'd noticed that the girl had that unique, odd shade of eye color that Garcia had had. Not quite a pale mint color, nor an emerald green but somehow a mix of the two that gave her eyes an enchanting, enthralling look that simply held one's attention whether you wanted them too or not. And then there were her facial features.

The shape of her face, her eyes, her nose- Hair color could be changed easily enough, but that was only if it hadn't been dyed, which made him wonder if the black hair was hereditary. But everything else- every other feature practically screamed, 'Garcia's blood kin' which was in itself wierd considering that Garcia had lost her whole family before she was eighteen.

So how the girl could be kin to her he didn't know.

Just like he didn't know how he knew the girl was Garcia's blood kin, and yet at the same time he did know.

In fact he was damned sure of it as he carried her back inside the house. She was semi conscious, her body a dead weight and so light, with a knot the size of a goose egg on the back of her head. Her breathing irregular from having her breath knocked out of her when she had fallen. Other than that she had no broken bones, no internal bleeding- no serious wounds at all. Thank god.

He carried her past Reid who gave him a curious look as Hotchner walked up and gave him a funny look before frowning. "What happened?"

"She fell out of the window upstairs."

"Was she running?" Reid asked as he caught a slight look at her features and tilted his head.

"Didn't seem like it."

"Does she need an ambulance?" Hotchner asked, a scowl marring his face.

Derek shook his head and made his way over to the couch and laid her down on it. "Dunno. First lets see what happens when she wakes up." He said as he grasped her limp wrist in his hand and began to take her pulse as her mother walked into the room and nearly dropped the drinks that she'd offered to get for them.

"Oh my god! Hanna!" She shrieked as the girl stirred slightly. She set the drinks down and started to move to see if her daughter was okay when Hotchner intervened.

"She's okay ma'am. She just fell."

"Fell from where? Don't tell me she tripped and fell down the stairs again?"

"This is a common occurance then?" Derek asked curiously as he looked away. Hanna's heart beat was strong and steady under his finger tips. Undoubtedly she'd be fine once she awoke, aside from the nasty headache that is.

"It didn't used to be. But Hanna suffered a severe head wound when she was twelve. Because of it she's a tad bit vertically challenged. I've seen her walking down the street and pick up her foot to take a step and fall either backwards or to the side."

"The wound must have affected her inner ear or one of her ear drums then." Reid said as Derek moved to stand up.

"If you don't mind my asking, how did she get such a wound?"

"My former husband..." Helen said hesitantly before continuing. "H-He used to abuse the both of us. But Hanna had it the worst because she was trying to protect me. He blamed her for things that were beyond anyone's control and beat her over and over again. Things got so bad that he used to creep into her room while he thought that she was sleeping with a gun in his hand..."

"Why didn't you report him?" Hotchner asked.

"Hanna did. It's part of the reason he beat her so badly when he caught her."

"Then why didn't you leave him?" Reid asked, his expression puzzled.

"I was scared to." Helen said softly, her eyes lowered in shame.

"Does he still stay here?" Derek asked, his tone dangerously low. If there was one thing that really pushed his buttons it was some asshole abusing helpless women and children.

"N-No. Hanna finally snapped one day after school when he hit me and got a knife and threatened to kill him. So he left." The three agents blinked and looked surprised. It was very uncommon for abuse victims to confront their abusers. Even more so if the one being abused was a girl, and a child.

In fact they could count on their fingers the number of cases that they had had before where such a thing had occured.

So to hear that a little kid had stared down a possibly violent end for herself and her mother was just downright-well for lack of a better word- astonishing, to them. "Fascinating." Reid said almost excitedly, earning a funny look from both Hotchner and Derek, causing him to suddenly fall silent and look around awkwardly.

Helen smiled for the first time since they walked through her door. "Yes. I thought so too especially since Hanna was just fifteen at the time."

"She must have been very persuasive."

Helen giggled. "You have no idea what my little girl can do when she's upset. I swear she could wither steel with one of her glares." Derek looked down at the girl as his lips quirking slightly as he thought, I bet.