A/N- Nymphadora-CullenBAU, you spoil me with reviews :) I'm going to have to start stealing your theories soon and pass them off as my own xD

Below is one of the many liberties I took. I don't really know anything about American law enforcement so I just made some things up LOL. I hope it doesn't take you to much out of the story. Also, I'm pretty sure I said 'Betty's Books' was right next to the coffee shop but for the purpose of this story I'm moving it across the street. Boom. I just moved a building with my bare fingers. Oh another thing, wasn't to sure whether any current agents but Hotch were with the BAU eight or nine years ago, but if so, pretend no.

PS- The first person to review this chapter and leave me their name will have a character named after them in the near future.

Beautiful Mind is a great flick but unfortunately I do not own that nor this.

Hotch heard his phone rang and truth be told, his stomach lurched. The thruth is it always did these days... After Haley. Another horrible person doing horrible things. Innocent people dying. With great trepidation he answered his phone.

"Hotchner."

Frank Limbone was a stern looking man, but on the inside he was a softy. Atleast that's what his wife said- Frank wasn't convinced. He moved from Chigago to the small DC town of Rosebyne not too long ago. A compromise he and his wife had made. Frank Limbone would not be retiring just yet. He hated making this call. If something had ever happened to one of his men...

"Agent Hotchner. I'm Sargent Limbone with the WPD. I hate to bother but we got a hostage situation down in Rosebyne- You know it?"

He knew that name. He remembered how Reid got coffee somewhere there. Traveled 40 minutes from his house just to get coffee. Either way, this was not his problem.

"Sargent, my team doesn't handle hostage situations. I could give you the number of the Hostage Negotiation Unit if you'd like..."

"Thing is, uh, the suspect is asking for you. Passed a message on saying she wouldn't talk to anyone but Agent Aaron Hotchner. Suspect said her name was Valencia Porter?"

Oh God. Hotch took a breath and was about to reply when Limbone beat him to the punch.

"And that's not all there is. I got a wallet here that Miss Porter tossed to the shop keeper when she let her leave-"

"She let her leave?" Question Hotch

"Yeah. Real odd one here, she let all three of the hostages go, apart from one."

"Who was the one?"

Frank raised a hand to his head in frustration.

"That's what I'm trying to say, Agent Hotchner. The wallet... It looked like it belonged to one of your men. A Dr Spencer Reid?"

Double oh God. Hotch's grip on the phone tighened.

"I'll be right there."

Frank gave him the details, Hotch grabbed his keys, then dialed the rest of the team. This wasn't going to be easy.

Everyone got their around the same time.

"Hotch, I got here as soon as possible" Said Morgan as Hotch got out of his car. Emily was soon behind him and the three saw JJ pull up in her car behind the road blocks and start walking over.

"What's going on?" asked a worried Emily. He had mentioned the bare details but didn't go into specifics.

Hotch was about to fill them in when he saw a man he presumed was sargent Limbone walking over to the now gathered agents.

"Sargent Limbone?" Hotch asked.

"Agent Hotchner. Nice to meet you. I wish it were under better circumstances." said the older salt and pepper gentleman now shaking Hotch's hand.

"Fill us in. What happened."

"Walk and talk." Said the Sargent, walking over to the coffee shop where the local PD had set up.

"Approximately 11 am the suspect walked into Betty's books over here" Said Frank gesturing to the store. "Beth- That's the shop keeper- She said that the suspect stayed for a while, doing nothing, just looking at books. Stayed there for about half an hour apparently..."

"And the girl didn't think it was odd that she wasn't buying anything?" Emily asked.

"Sure. She asked her a few times if she could help but the girl said everything was fine. Didn't concern her to much she said." Taking a breath he said with cynism, "Said she didn't seem like the shop lifting type."

"And what type was she?" Asked Morgan this time.

"Well dressed, polite, if kinda nervous. Late teenager, Maybe 18."

"17 actually. She'd be 17." Said Hotch who had been fairly quiet up until this point.

The team were a little stunned, Hotch had been so quick on the phone, so panicked, that he had told them about Reid and that she had asked for him, but not that he knew her.

"So you knew her then?" Ask the Sargent who voiced everyones question.

Right now they had reached the coffee shop to see a swarm of policemen, snipers, phones and recording devices. Three scared looking people sat in the corner. The team eyed them before sitting down at a spare table strewn with papers and files.

Hotch began.

"Do you remember the string of young girls that were abducted from DC eight years ago? The press called the unsub the Washington Snatcher."

JJ was first to reply. "They never caught him, right?"

"Right." Hotch replied. "It was a year before you joined the buero, Morgan. Girls systematically going missing. Seven of them we counted all between the ages of five and eight. One day the trail went cold. We tried for so long to find the girls, find the unsub... But there was nothing. It was our opinion the girls were dead and with no new victims... there was nothing we could do."

The team looked around at one another while Frank just sat silently, taking in the information. It wasn't like Hotch to just 'give up'. No wonder he remembered this case.

"So what does this have to do with that?" Asked Morgan.

"Our first major lead in the case was a phone call. A young girl rang the hotline we had set up and said her father was the killer."

"Why did you think she was genuine? Don't we get calls from kids all the time" said Prentiss.

"Sure. Pranks, mistakes... This didn't seem like one though. It was a level of detail we didn't think a child was capable of making up."

"So what happened?" Queried JJ

"She hung up. Said she was scared. We tracked the call and found the house where she called from. The Porter residence. The profile would have fit the father. He was white, in his early 40's, dead wife like we had imagined. He had a girlfriend though, a clean criminal history and didn't match the rest of the profile."

"And the girl?" Asked Frank.

"She was another story. She was... Hysterical. The father agreed to have her tested and it was found that not only was she being sexually abused but she was severly mentally disturbed. She wasn't like the other girls though; She looked more mature and she had red hair. The other victims had been brunette. We looked at the father hard, but there was nothing there. We concluded that she had got the information about the victims off television."

"I thought you said she was being sexually abused.."

"She was. Business partner, Alex Newman. He fit the profile more closely than the father ever could. He had groomed her, bought her clothes, gifts... We found photos of her on his home computer. When her father found out, he almost killed Alex."

Morgan spoke. "Where's the sick bastard now?"

"He got out about two years ago. Last I heard he was out of the city in a government housing estate."

"What happen to the girl?" JJ asked, receiving everyones attention.

Hotch shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He had been dreading this issue but he knew he had to face it. He filled them in on her illness, then finished with;

"Last I heard she'd been in St Mary's home for Mental health for the past eight years. I called them on the way over here. They said she escaped one and a half weeks ago."