Chuck Harris was a nasty piece of work by all accounts. Born into a wealthy family with a heritage of questionable, some would have said he didn't have a chance. Some passed the blame to his father, a violent man who abused his wife just as much as his son. Of course, Chuck's father saw his violence as means to an end and something all parents should do. 'If Chuck isn't beaten regularly he'll become wild and have no idea how to run our business when the time comes' would be one of his defences.

That same excuse ran through Chuck's head when he was being dragged into custody at the ripe age of fourteen for assault. He already had his excuse planned for this one. "I was just hanging out with some friends and this guy starts on me… I wasn't just gonna let him get away with it!" he would say to his father three hours later. His father would show him a rare smile followed by praise for 'being a man'.

The next day Chuck's criminal record would be swept clean for the second time that month, a hefty wad of cash would be weighing down the sheriff's wallet and Chuck would be free again.

Chuck had been sitting in a bar mulling over these past events for almost the whole day when someone interrupted his thoughts. At that point he knew it was his good for nothing sonofabitch father's fault. He had planned to get the gun from his father's office the next day, take it the family house and get rid of him once and for all.

Chuck might have gone through with those plans if a sullen stranger hadn't placed two drinks on the table and sat down. One of the glasses was for Chuck, identical to the beer he'd almost finished, and was slide over to him. The other glass contained aged whiskey which stayed by the man's side.

"You got a problem with me or something?" Chuck finally asked when he couldn't stand the man's even stare anymore.

The older man took a sip from his glass then placed it back on the table and met Chuck's eye. "You've had a hard time, Chuck" He stated, his muddy brown eyes fixed on the younger man.

"How d'you know my name?"

"I know a lot about you" The man said simply. "I know that you were falsely accused, Chuck. I know how to help you"

"You can't help me" Chuck growled into his beer. "It's all my bastard father's fault"

"You might feel like that now… But I know whose fault it really is"

Chuck's head shot up in anger but his thoughts stilled until he was left with a mixture of confusion and interest in the stranger. "Whose fault is it then?"

"The BAU, Chuck" The stranger explained in a soft voice that twisted Chuck's emotions. "They were the ones who investigated you and arrested you. It's their fault"

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Reid's eyes glided through the three tables stacked with evidence. One of the tables, carrying Chad Moore's possessions, had been moved to the corner however the other two stood in the middle of the room waiting to be inspected. The books and electronics had already been sent down to Garcia's office to be processed so that left Reid with the task of categorising what was left over. He spent nearly forty minutes checking and scribbling down information of the belongings but eventually he had finished… without any more information than before.

He placed the last object he'd been checking back on the table then trudged back to Garcia's office which was considerably louder than before.

Will and JJ were scanning books as fast as they could, Garcia had brought out new equipment and alarms were ringing on her computer. JJ noticed Reid standing by the door after a few moments and pulled him to a pile of books. "Garcia might have another hit in the books" She stated while pushing a large pile of reading material toward the younger man.

Reid diligently took the pile of books, brought them to the least busy corner of the room and set to work reading.

It had only taken him fifteen minutes to work through two of the books and he was starting to enjoy himself when a phone's ringtone broke the noise. Garcia silenced her computers and everyone nervously turned toward the phone, it couldn't be him again already, could it?

JJ was the one who picked it up and answered the call then gave a very relieved thumbs up to the group. "It was just Hotch" She explained as they got back to work. "He took Rossi with him to check out Harris' apartment. He called to tell us Emily and Morgan got off the jet a few minutes ago and they'll be here soon" She added as the group got back to work.

Just as Reid got back into the pace of reading there was another interruption, this time it was Garcia's computer. "We've got a hit!" She called while searching through the computer for the information. "Alright the word is Alaska"

Reid scrunched his nose up at this, they had only ever had one case in Alaska and that wouldn't fit. "Are you sure there's nothing else?" He asked, it wasn't likely that Joshua Beardsley, one of their suspected UnSubs from the case in Alaska, was the person they were looking for.

"No, it's just Alaska" Garcia replied in a soft voice. She couldn't help think back to that case, it was one of the few she'd travelled with the team and the events were still vivid in her memory.

"We've got the names for all the younger UnSubs, right?" JJ said as she began to think more about what the message could mean. "So this would be a clue to find the leader. If it's not telling us the case he was involved in maybe it speaks to something he wants or a case he identifies with" She suggested.

Reid thought for a moment, his mind already skimming through the Alaskan case. "Owen Porter, our UnSub, and his mother were abused by his father as he grew up" He stated. "He might think the genetics of having a disruptive family led them both to the BAU"

"What if it's something about the team?" Garcia blurted out and attracted everyone's attention. "We've had plenty of cases where the child of an abusive home becomes an UnSub so why pick this case? I've only been on a few cases with you… What if this is about me?"