I'm Back! ! ! I am so sorry for taking so long for me to post and I thanked you all for your patiences. As you know, my computer lost my story so I had to retype it, all of it. Then my sister who beta my story, her computer decide to crap out on her. She couldn't get into her word program at all so she had to borrows her friend's computer to beta. Good grief. Trust me, it had tested both of our patiences and our sanity.

Believe me when I tell you that I missed posting my story.

So before you begin, lets get to the legal matters out of the way. I do not own Criminal Minds. My thanks for my sister for being my beta. And please read and review my story.

Chapter #52

"Detective, listen to me. I am not drug mule, donkey, or whatever you call it. I am just a teacher," Ashley pleaded as she leaned forward in her chair. She, along with Detective Lucas and Detective Cole were all sitting in a bare room of the police station. The minute that the drugs were found in her car, she was under arrest and driven to the police station in Quantico. She was quickly booked with her being fingerprinted and photographed.

The room only consisted a round table that was held empty Styrofoam cups, all except for hers. Her was still full of coffee that was now iced cold. She didn't know why they gave her coffee even after she refused. She should have told them that she doesn't drink it.

"You have taken my fingerprints and my blood. You can take my hair and I can pee in a cup if that is what you need to convince you that I am clean. All you are going to find in my antidepressants, birth control and antibiotics that I took several weeks ago when my house blew up." Both detectives glanced at each other.

"And no, I still don't have any memory of it." She was on the verge of tears. She looked down her fingers which still had the ink residue when they fingerprinted her.

"But you were a runner," Detective Lucas asked.

She nodded her head, "Yes, I told you that, twice."

"Well I want you to tell us again."

"I was a runner years ago when I was with the Scorpions, that is the motorcycle gang like the Hell Angels. But that was over six years ago. I am just a teacher, a back up singer and sometimes a stripper." She covered her head with her hands, forgetting her ink tip fingertips. Her finger smear ink across her cheek without her realizing it.

"Have you seen this blanket," Detective Lucas asked as he set the dark gray blanket that was in a clear plastic bag down on the table in front of her.

"It was on my bed when I first came to live with the Ashburtons. My boyfriend used it when he slept on the couch in my bedroom. I used it when we watched the Star Trek marathon about a month ago. My boyfriend and I had sex on it when we were in the forest in their backyard," she answered honestly. He raised his eyebrows up, letting out a cough. She looked at him, she answered his question honestly.

"So you never took it out of the house at any other time."

"No."

"So how did the drugs get into the trunk of your car," Detective Cole asked.

"I don't know," she pleaded. "I hardly ever use the trunk when I moved in with the Ashburtons. It is easier for me to put my bags in the backseat of my car."

How could this happen? One minute, she was kissing Reid goodbye and on her way to class, looking forward of spending the night at his place. She was actually happy which she never felt in several weeks, not since they were in that guesthouse. Now she was on her way to prison which there was a big chance the Scorpions were not welcome and she still had their tattoo.

Please someone wake me up from this nightmare. Please let me wake up in Spencer's arms, ready to start the day together, she thought as she set her elbows down on the table, bending her head down, running her fingers through her hair then stopping. She pulled her hands away, seeing the ink on them. She just got ink in her hair. Great.

A knock on the door and then opened. Ashley turned her head, seeing a woman standing at the doorway with a file in her hands. She whispered something in Detective Lucas, handing him the file. He had no expression on his face when he read the file. He closed the file and looked at Ashley.

"So how do you know them, the Ashburtons," Detective Lucas asked.

"Their son Ryan was my fiancee."

"Was? You are not together anymore," Detective Cole said. She shook her head no.

"He was killed in a plane crash about three years ago. His father, Paul and I still keep in touch. He told me once that he considered me as one of his children. He insisted on me living with them until their house was done." Detective Lucas raised his eyes up at her.

"Their house, don't you mean your house?" She shook her head no.

"Not for another three months. It is still under Ryan's name." Detective Lucas set the close file down before sitting back down.

"What do you mean three months," Detective Cole asked. She shrugged her shoulders.

"When Ryan died, he left me a trust fund and the house in his will. It was also the same time I relapsed. Since Paul and Rose are their son's executors of his estate, they kept it. Which was understandable because I would have blown it on drugs and boozes," she answered, waving her hand in front of him.

"Paul came up with an agreement. If I have a legit job, can be waitressing, fixing the toilets, whatever, continue with my treatment at the clinic, and be clean and sober for at least a year, then the trust fund and the house will be mine."

"Do you know of how much the trust fund is worth," Detective Lucas asked.

She shook her head no, "No, but I am guessing it is a lot. You wouldn't do this for a couple of hundreds bucks." The two detectives exchanged glances at each other.

"What. When Ryan died, I didn't give a shit, sorry," she apologized for her language. "I didn't give a hoot about it. I wanted Ryan back. And to be honest, I am little scare of asking about it now. I am afraid that it might appear that I was after him for his money."

She set her head down, not seeing Detective Lucas passing the file over to Detective Cole where he opened it and he too, with no emotion on his face read it. It wouldn't matter, since she still had her head on the table.

"What about his wife, Rose. Does she consider you as one of her children?"

She rose her head up, shaking her head no, "Before Ryan died, we were OK. And then afterward, she called me a drug addict whore that I was only after his money. I take that as a no. She was angry for a long time after Ryan died. She blamed me for the plane crash which I have no idea why she think that. I have no idea how to make a plane crash. We are starting to get along now."

"Starting," Detective Lucas asked.

"We went out to lunch before she went to Toronto to be with Paul. I thought it went OK. Granted Mary was there which made things a little easier. Mary is their maid," she said, answering their unasked question. She knew that they would ask about Mary.

She looked at her wrist where her watch would have been if she wouldn't have had to take it off when she was booked. As well as the ring that Reid gave her. She had never took it off since he put it on her finger. She rubbed her thumb over her ring finger were the ring was where she saw ink being smeared on top of her hand now.

"Do you have the time," she asked.

Detective Lucas looked at his watch. "It is almost seven." She closed her eyes, knowing that she was an hour late for class. Her students probably gone home after complaining to the manager that she didn't show up.

She wondered if Reid called, wondering of how the class was going. Sorry, I didn't make it to class, I have been arrest for drug trafficking. I would have called if I could, she thought.

"So how did the drugs get your car," Detective Lucas asked again. "Surely you have some idea?" Ashley shrugged her shoulders as she leaned back in her chair. She looked up at the ceiling.

"I don't know. Both Mary's and my car were parked outside of the house since the garage door's broke." She looked back at the two gentlemen, straightening herself up, realizing something.

"There is something," Detective Cole said, noting her action.

She shrugged her shoulders, "Just that if you accuse someone, you better make damn sure that you have evidence to support it or else your ass is mine," she said, in a tone like she was reciting something. It was something that the leader of the Scorpions would tell her over and over again. The two men looked at each other.

"Sorry, Scorpions, the stuff that they drilled inside my head, it's still there," she said, pointing to her forehead, once again forgetting her stained fingers.

"It's OK, why don't you tell us what you are thinking. You are not going to be accusing anyone," Detective Cole encouraged.

"Since the cars were parked outside, maybe one of the staff members might have put the drugs in there. It is not hard to pop open the trunk," she said, realizing that she should have kept that part out. Unless she want to admit that she knew of how to hot wired cars as well.

"Did anyone else use yours or Mary's car," Detective Lucas asked.

"Rose borrowed mine about a day before she had to leave to go to some charity luncheon in Washington. I don't remember what charity." She stretched her leg out where her hip starting to hurt. She cringed as she moved her leg back.

"Am I allow to make a phone call now?" Detective Cole pulled out his cell phone from his jacket pocket and offered it to her.

"Thank you, but I need my own cell phone. There is a number that I need." He raised his eyebrows up at her.

"Please, you now how it is these days. You either say the name or scroll down until you find it. Hell, my boyfriend had to teach me how to use my voice-mail and the camera on my cell. Please, I need the number," she begged.

The detective pushed his pen down, exposing the tip. "Why don't you tell me who you want to call and I will get the number."

She let out a sigh, "Dr. Spencer Reid," she answered.

It was a short time later when Detective Cole returned. He handed Ashley a slip of paper and a glass of water.

"Thank you," she said.

"Once you are done, you will be escorted to a holding cell." She nodded. She dialed the number on the detective's cell, waiting as it ring.

"Please, please, please," she begged as a single tear rolled down her face.

"SSA Dr, Reid," he answered.

"Spencer," Ashley said, trying to remain calm.

"Ashley, what's wrong," he asked, hearing the distress in her voice.

"I'm in big trouble."