A/N- Hey guys, so I've got to go back to school on monday and I've got my sociology IP for three weeks so I'll update when I can but it wont be as often :(

After hearing what Daisy had to say both Frank and Hotch were on edge. They were standing outside of Daisy's room trying to figure out their next move.

"I'm gonna kill him. She's just a kid.. He's supposed to be helping her..." Said a furious Frank.

"Easy." Said Morgan, flipping out is phone. "We don't know it's true."

"Why would she lie about that?" Said Frank, knowing it sounded naive. "Yeah yeah, we're in a mental hospital. I'm aware Einstein."

Morgan noted the conversation Frank was having with himself and in any other circumstance would have found it amusing. He started pressing numbers on his phone. He put it to his ear.

"Who are you calling?"

Morgan started to speak but the phone stopped ringing. "Speak to me Morgan. How is he doing?" Asked Garcia. Their usual banter was put aside at this time, both of them understanding the severity of the situation. "Good as can be. Listen, I need you to look into something for me."

"Anything."

"I need you to do a criminal history check on a doctor Benjamin Mack."

A few buttons later and Garcia said "Nothing. Not even a speeding ticket"

"Damnit..." Morgan muttered eliciting a look from Frank. Suddenly he got an idea.

"How about complaints? Anywhere he's worked after getting his medicial license, from colleagues, patients or families. Can you do that?"

"Do you know me?" Asked Garcia, putting the first smile on Morgans face all day. She started pounding away as the keyboard. "Problem is they didn't start lodging these complaints on computer until recently so it'll only go back as far as... Woah." She paused.

"What is it?" Asked Morgan, closing his eyes.

"I have no idea how this man got a job anywhere. Five complants. One at the Santa Rosa Youth Ward in 1998, one at Sacred Heart Psychiatric ward 2002, two at Mary Makilliop Metal Health Hospice in 2003 and 04, and one at Saint Mary's three years ago. One father complained and the rest were from patients themselves. All females between the ages of 15 and 20."

"What were the complaints about?"

"Innapropriate touching, sexual assault, asking them to undress... except for the last one."

"The one at Saint Mary's?"

She didn't say anything but Morgan knew he was correct.

"She said the bastard raped her."

"Where is she now?" Asked Morgan.

Typing again. Morgan heard the click of the keys stop.

"What is it Garcia?"

Her voice was quiet and meek. "Her name was Regina Stein. She killed herself a month after lodging the complaint."

Morgan closed his eyes again, clenching his fist. A display that did not go unoticed by Frank.

"Ok. Thanks Garcia."

"Morgan?"

"Yeah baby girl?"

"Get this son of a bitch. And nail his ass to the wall."

With that she hung up. Morgan filled Frank in.

"So what's our next move?"

"We go and pay the Doctor another visit."

Reid noticed Valencia pacing, that was never a good sign. She walked behind the counter of the shop, careful to keep an eye on Reid. She chuckled, pulling out a bag of chips from under the counter. As she put one in her mouth, she let out a sound, like it was the best thing she had ever eaten.

Dr Reid watched her as she walked back over to the spot she had previously been sitting in.

"You know, I know these are terrible. I know they should taste terrible. But my god, they're good." She said, stuffing her face.

Reid said nothing but smiled.

"Want one?"

"Oh, no. Thankyou."

"Suit yourself."

Spencer looked at her with amazement. This was the most relaxed he had seen her all day and it was all thanks to a packet of cheap chips.

"Maybe I should change my demands. Make them give me a truck full of these instead."

"They don't have them where you're from?"

She chuckled at the trasperincy of his last statement.

"Nice segue, Dr Reid. You can just ask me you know. I wont get mad. Ask me anything."

Spencer thought about this for a few moments.

"You said before you escaped. Where exactly did you escape from?"

"Saint Mary's Home for Mental Health." She rattled off like she had done so many times before.

Spencer figured that much.

"And how long were you there for?"

She looked at him and then looked away.

"Eight Years."

His eyes widened. "It's rare for someone so young to be institutionalized." He said outloud. She decided to elaborate.

"When I claimed my father did that stuff to me, to the girls... They questioned me a lot. I had delusions, but I thought... I thought they were ghosts. It's stupid. I was just a kid though, I didn't understand." Spencer gave a sad yet supportive look, willing her to go on.

"So they interviewed me, they interviewed my father. They interviewed his friend and everything seemed to come together. I was crazy, no wonder right? I was being molested by my fathers business partner."

For a moment both of them were shocked by how blunt her words were, even if she was being sarcastic. Spencer had never heard her say anything like that, and Valencia couldn't remember a time when she had said the 'M' word instead of saying 'what happened' or 'what he did'. Suddenly she felt the need to move along the conversation.

"The psychiatrists determined my 'condition' was only being aggrivated by my fathers presence and that I would never get better with him around. I didn't have any other family. My mother and father had been only children... And my mother was dead. So they stuck me in an institution. Nobody was going to foster a girl with my past and my problems."

She smiled but it wasn't a happy smile.

"I'm sorry you had to go through that."

At that point Valencia looked him in the eyes. Not like she had before. She usually avoided eye contact. Even so, she considered herself to be a good judge of people. And she was, most of the time. So now, when she looked at Reid in the eyes, really looked at him, she knew he was telling the truth.

"Why?"

"Sorry?" He asked.

"Why are you sorry? Why do you care?"

Reid was concerned this was part of some delusion. She had pegged him as the bad guy, he was going to die.

"Valencia, I..." He started. She suprised him.

"You shouldn't care Dr Reid. What I'm doing to you is unforgivable. Two wrongs don't make a right. You... You grew up with an unstable mother and you became a doctor. An FBI agent! Plenty of people go through bad stuff. They don't... They don't..."

She had her hands up to her head now, gun and all. She looked so distressed, just like she had during the phone call.

"Valencia... If you don't want to be here, you don't have to be. I'll walk out with you. We can face them together."

A tear rolled down her cheek now.

"I know." She sad softly. "I just want to sleep again. I need to do this, Dr Reid. I don't want to- But I have too. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I need to sleep"