A/N- Thanks for all the reviews. Especially my little review queen, yes, you know who you are :)

It's quiet funny because you bought up A Beautiful Mind and it was sort of the where I was going with her illness and the way she handles it (you'll see!)

This chapter is a little on the short side, but I'll upload the next one soon as I've already written it. You will meet a very special person. I hope you can handle the experience.

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"Kill him Valley. They aren't going to listen to you. Kill him like your daddy killed me!"

she shook her head. "No" she whispered, eyes watering. Spencer looked at her and wondered if she was talking to him.

"Kill the doctor. Let agent Hotchner know what it's like to be responsible for someone's death."

"Stop it..." again, a whisper.

"Valencia?" Questioned Reid.

"Because you are responsible Valley. You let him kill me. You let him! And now what are you going to do? You're pathetic. You let him kill me! You let him call all of us. So kill him. KILL HIM VALENCIA!"

"NO!" she shouted, grabbing a book and furiously throwing it across the room. A single tear made it's way down her face now. Aware of her display and Dr Reids prying but troubled eyes, she felt embarrassed. He looked like he was going to say something but she got in before him.

"I know nobody is there, okay? I know it's in my head. It doesn't make it any less loud."

She looked down now. Sweat poured off of her. Spencer was worried but didn't want to aggravate her by saying anything about it. Instead he decided to go with a different route.

"What happened Valencia?" Spencer questioned gently against his better judgement.

"Excuse me?" She asked, confused.

"Why are you doing this?"

She thought for a moment.

"I guess you have a right to know." She said, gesturing to her gun. It was true. After all she put him through, he deserved to know.

"My father killed those girls. All eight of them. And he... Well he did other things too."

Spencer could see it on her face: Shame. She couldn't look him in the eye, though she could feel his stare burning into her.

"I watched them all get killed... tortured... They said Alex Newman hurt me. But he didn't. Alex wouldn't do that. I'm sick of them telling me what happened. None of them were there. I was!"

"That must be frustrating." At this point Spencer didn't know if he was saying this out of compassion or to get her on side.

She assumed the latter but kept talking anyway.

"Nobody ever listens to me. And this isn't about me. This isn't about getting justice for Alex or April or Catherine or Dawn or any of the others. What if he does it to other people Dr Reid? What if he hurts them too? People like that... They don't just stop..."

She risked a glance at Spencer to make sure he was listening, he nodded as if he was.

"I know I'm crazy, Dr Reid. I don't question that. But I know the difference between a delusion and reality. I know you're real, and I know the girl covered in blood standing next to you is not."

Spencer felt chills up his spine, somewhat irrationally. It was the way she said it, as if it were totally normal.

"So when I got out, I saw Alex. I bought a gun. I intended to go to the parents of the girls and tell them what happened. I knew I couldn't see them all, it would be a matter of time before one of them called the police, asking why a crazy girl was harrassing them about their lost children. But I thought If I could just get through to one... Just talk to them..."

"So why didn't you?" Spencer interjected.

"I was going too. Even found one. Sarah Felter's mother. The father had left a few years earlier."

Spencer looked at her. She looked at the ground once again but she didn't look sad anymore. She was devoid of any emotion.

"When I knocked on the door... She just looked me right in the eyes. She didn't say anything for a while. Then she asked me how old I was. '17', I said. And then she started crying. She apologised, said I'd be the same age as someone she loved."

Dr Reid was a professional. He was an FBI agent. He had certainly seen and heard worse things than this. People tortured for years. Bodies, cut to pieces. He had endured so much pain in his own life. He had learned to block things like this out. It didn't stop him though from feeling the prefuse wave of sadness that swept over him. There should of been another word for it. Something poetic or even clinical. But no, all he felt was sad.

"How could I do it, Spencer? How could I bring up something like that to her? She's been through as much as anyone."

This time she looked him in the eyes. It almost hurt her to do so.

"I know what I'm doing is evil. This is horrible and you... You don't deserve this. I just want to be able to live another day without worrying my father is killing some kid. Or worse. So many worse things... I've seen him do them all..."

Now she was looking at the floor again but she cleared her throat and looked back up.

"I hope Agent Hotchner can figure this out. I hope they'll realize that I'm right. I know that wont be enough for you, and it shouldn't. I didn't want to hurt anybody."

"You don't have to hurt anyone Valencia. We can walk out together, you and me. I'll make sure we get to the bottom of this."

She thought about it momentarily before shaking her head.

"I'm sorry Dr Reid. It's too late now."

"It's never too late Valencia."

She let his words hang.