A/N- Hey guys :) Sorry about this Chapter... I went a little line crazy. Also, a little italic crazy. I hope it's not too hard to follow.

Frank and Morgan stood in the dimly lit room going over the letters. There were no windows in the room, it felt almost appropriate given what they were doing. There were literally hundreds of letters.

"Right," Frank said. "We got letters for Newman, The Hutchinsons, The Dawkins, The Fitzroys... All the parents of the victims. Some news stations, and Agent Hotchner."

Luckily for the two of them all the letters were neatly marked with the date they had been written.

"Looks like she started writing these around five years ago. She would have been 12."

They sat down and read some of them.

March 16th 2007.

Dear Mrs and Mr Fitzroy,

I hope this letter doesn't cause you any pain. I know people don't believe me, I know I'm only 14. I know that you're daughter would be almost the same age as me. I'm so sorry.

I'm not sure if you know about me, I hope Agent Hotchner told you. He doesn't believe me, but my father did this to your little girl. I'm so sorry. She's gone now, I saw it happen. She wasn't in pain.

She used to tell me about her dog Piggy. She told me she named it after her favourite cartoon.

I just think you should know the truth. Your daughter was a beautiful, smart, funny little girl. I'm sorry she was taken away from you.

V.

All the letters to the parents were the same. Expressing her sorrow, telling them her father had killed them, talking about what a great girl the victim in question was.

May 23rd 2008

Alex,

I heard you are getting out of prison soon. I couldn't be more happy. I am so sorry for everything that happened to you. It's so unfair, I wish I could change it all. Believe me, I tried. I try so hard. I write these letters, but no one writes back. Not even you Alex. But I understand why.

I just want you to know, need you to know... You were like a father to me. The closest i've ever had. The one I have... He's no man. He's a monster.

One day I'll fix this. I promise you that.

V.

September 18th 2008

Agent Hotchner.

Please listen this time. You got the wrong man. Please. I know you did. I just need you to reach out and help me. If you did, I would be for ever greatful. I know the parents of the victims would too.

Dean Porter did this. Dean Porter. I know you talked to him, you believed he was innocent. You were tricked as so many others have been tricked. I don't blame you, I just need you to help me. To help Alex and all the victims of the so called Washington Snatcher. All the victims of my father.

Please.

V.

Morgan put down the letter in his hand. "God damn it. If Hotch had gotten any of these letters then maybe we could have avoided this whole thing."

"Can't change the past." Said Frank. "Believe me boy, I've tried. We just gotta work out how to change the present."

Morgan suddenly looked up, an idea in his head.

"Change." He said simply.

"Huh?"

"Change. Something had to change. We need to look at the letters from the past month or so and see what happened."

Frank ruffled through them.

"Only letters dated that recent have been for agent Hotchner. No one else."

Morgan picked up one and read it out loud.

August 1st 2010

Agent Hotchner.

I'm sick of this. I'm sick of all of you. Just help me. Just fix it.

V.

"Shorter, more erratic. What does she mean by 'all of you'?" Said Morgan.

"Maybe she meant the people that weren't replying to her letters."

"Maybe." Said Morgan, unconvinced.

Frank picked one up this time and read it.

August 7th 2010

Hotchner. Hotchner Hotchner Hotchner.

I swear to god If you don't help me...

People are evil Agent. Not all, but most. Good people suffer and the bad ones don't. Bad ones feed off the good ones. Sometimes you think people are good and they turn out to be bad. I don't need to tell you that, you do it for a living. Just fix it, okay? Do your damn job and FIX THIS.

V.

Morgan thought for a moment before speaking.

"We've been treating this like the schizophrenia is the cause of her actions. Maybe it's not. We can't ignore it, but something changed here. We need to look for a trigger. Something happened before she escaped that made her doubt humanity. Someone she trusted betrayed her. But who?"

"Her roomate?" Frank questioned.

"It's a start." Said Morgan, nodding his head.

Hotch looked at Maggie in the passengers seat. He remembered what happened like it was yesterday.

Eight years ago

Maggie sat quietly, but she was doing it loudly. Her face was so deep in thought that anyone could spot in a mile a way. She had been nothing but a pain in Hotch's side of late. She hadn't backed any of his decisions.

"What is it Odette?" Hotch asked with a sigh.

"I don't think Newman did it. I think there is more to this case."

"He had child pornography on his computer. Photos of her. He groomed her."

"But-"

"He also fits the profile. Reserved, white male, comes from a broken home..."

"You just desribed yourself Hotch. How can you be sure that little girl isn't telling the Truth?"

"She thought she was seeing the ghosts of dead children. The psych eval says..."

"So she's sick. Sick people can't be correct?"

"Maggie." He said in a quiet but stern voice that shut her up. He grabbed her arm rather harshly and guided her to his office.

"Just because you have feelings for the suspect..."

Maggie, who was willing to put up a fight, was now dumb struck. He couldn't be serious, could he?

"Feelings? The only feeling I have is that he didn't do it."

"I saw the way you looked at him." Hotch said.

Maggie took a deep breath. She couldn't believe her ears. This was ridiculous.

"Are we still talking about the case here, Agent Hotchner?" She said, spitting out his name sarcastically.

He didn't say anything.

"You kissed me." She said.

"Odette..."

"No!" she yelled a little to loudly. "No. You told me your wife cheated on you. You told me you cared about me. That you'd leave her. You kissed me!"

"That was before. You know how it is Maggie. She's pregnant...I have too..."

"I know Aaron. I'm not asking you to run away with me. If you want to live your life being miserable, so be it. God help me, I understand it. I even respect it. Is it too much to ask for a little respect back? To be able to voice my professional opinion without being accused of having feelings for the suspect?"

It was at that point Hotch realized how childish and unprofessional he was being. He wished he could have apologised to her afterwards. Told her he understood he was being unreasonable. But he didn't

"This isn't about that. You're too attached to the case. I get it. Cases involving children are hard on everyone involved. If you can't handle it..."

She laughed.

"If that's how it is Aaron, If that's how it's going to be..."

She reached for her badge and gun and threw it on his table.

"I quit."

Now

The tension was thick in the car. Hotch had clinically filled her in on the details. She said nothing but indicated she was paying attention. The silence was weighing on him and he thought he should say something.

"Maggie..." It was a voice she had heard before.

"Hotch. Look, Don't worry about it." She sighed. "It was a long time ago. We both did stupid things. Said things we regret. It's in the past now."

He loved how she could predict every move he was going to make. It's why she was a great agent.

He said nothing but nodded. She spoke again but this time in a more gentle voice.

"I heard about Haley, Hotch. I'm so sorry. So, so sorry. I thought about calling, but it didn't seem appropriate."

He said nothing again.

"How's your son?"

Though he missed him, he smiled at the mention of Jack.

"He's a great kid. I haven't seen him in a long time though."

She put a hand on his shoulder in a purely friendly way.

"I'm sorry Hotch. I always thought you'd make a great father."