Kaitlin's POV

"So, you remember how you were, you know, after the accident," JJ began, "so just be easy with your questions." I nodded. I understood.

We walked into her room. She was awake. A nurse stood over her.

"Bailey, this is Jennifer Jareau, she's from the FBI, she's going to ask you some questions," the nurse explained. There was a woman sitting in a chair. She stood up.

"Hi, I'm Laura. I'm Bailey's aunt," she explained. She was a beautiful woman, probably in her early thirties. She had blonde hair and hazel eyes. She was a little taller than JJ. I still thought JJ was prettier, though.

"Hi, I'm Jennifer Jaureau from the Behavioral Analysis Unit. This is Kaitlin," JJ introduced herself and me.

"Is it okay if I stay in here while you talk to her?" Laura asked. JJ nodded and walked over to Bailey. I followed.

"Hi, Bailey, I'm JJ. This is Kaitlin," JJ said.

Bailey smiled weakly.

"Kaitlin is going to tell you a story, about what just happened to her," Jj said and nodded to me.

"Hey, I'm Kaitlin," I said smiling. This is the first time I had talked to someone my age in a while.

"Hey," She said smiling again.

"So…about a month ago, I was walking home from school. I opened the front door of my house and…I was stabbed by a man running out of my house," I said. I stood up and lifted up my shirt to show her the scar on my stomach that was forming, and the bandages. I sat back down.

"One of the FBI agents from JJ's team was coming back from a case they had finished, and she found me and called 911. She saved my life. They told me in the hospital that my parents and brother had been stabbed and killed…just like your family. So I wanted to let you know…that I know exactly what you're going through," I explained.

"I miss them so much," she said. A tears were welling up in her eyes.

"I know, and I'm really sorry," I told her.

"How…are coping with all of this, because I don't know what to do. I cry and If I try to fall asleep, I get nightmares about the whole thing," She explained.

"I know. I do, too. I think I've cried more than I have in my whole life," I told her, "but the FBI agent that saved me, she took me in. And JJ has been there for me, too, and their team have been the only people I've talked to since the murders. The people that love you, that care about you, are the ones that are going to make it all better," I told her.
"He's a serial killer…right?" Bailey asked.

I looked at JJ. "We think…so, because of the way he's killed the families, and the fact that you and Kaitlin look so much a like…"

We talked a little longer. Bailey said the man looked familiar, but she didn't get a good look because after he had stabbed her, everything went blurry and then she blacked out. I gave her my cell phone number and told her if she ever needed to talk to give me a call. JJ did the same. JJ said that we would come back later maybe, to talk again. Then we left.

I was felt so terrible as we walked back to the car. I missed my mom and dad and my little brother, and I felt so bad for Bailey. I climbed in the passenger's side and JJ hopped in the driver's side. I flopped into my seat.

"This sucks," I told JJ.

JJ frowned. "I know…I know." There was silence.

"What was your relationship like…with your parents, and…did you have any siblings?" I asked her.

I looked at JJ and saw a tear forming in her eye.

"JJ?" I asked quietly.

She wiped the tear away quickly. "Sorry," she said. "Uhm, I had a pretty good relationship with my…uh, with my parents…" Her voice trailed away.

"JJ…what's wrong?" I asked her.

JJ sighed and looked at me. We had just gotten on the highway. "When…I was eleven…my sister committed suicide," she told me, and she showed me a necklace.

"This is hers. I've worn it ever since," She explained.

"I'm so sorry," I told her. I was. I couldn't imagine losing someone that way. I thought of my brother.

"It was a while ago," she said. There was more silence. We got back to the BAU. I climbed out of the car slowly and carefully as usually, and JJ hopped out. We walked inside where Rossi, Hotch and Reid were sitting down looking at pictures of the crime scene and talking. JJ went to talk to Hotch and Rossi, and I sat down next to Reid.

"How was she?" Reid asked me.

"Same as I was…Sad, confused, scared…" I said. Reid nodded in sympathy. Then Emily and Morgan walked in. Emily gave me a hug.

"Hey, how was it?" She asked me. I told her what I had told Reid.

"Do you remember the figure of the person that did this to you?" Hotch asked me.

"Medium sized…He had a hood over his head, sunglasses, even though it was dark, baggy jeans, and…" My voice trailed away.

"And what?" Hotch asked.

"Well, assuming that the guy fit pretty well into the clothes, and they were just a little baggy…his feet were really small. I remember that being what I was looking at when he was leaving," I explained, "Also, I couldn't see above his mouth, but there was no facial hair, a small chin, and he was tan…my color," I said. "And no wrinkle…like he was younger," I added.

"Well, we think our unsub is a woman," Hotch told me, "And you said the unsub was your color. The murders could be a reflection of something from her childhood…" Hotch's voice trailed away. Then Derek's phone rang.

"You're on speaker baby girl, and we have a minor in the room, so behave," Derek said grinning.

"Oh all right," Garcia sighed sarcastically.

"Whatcha got?" Derek asked.

"Well I looked at family homicides in this area in the 90's and early 2000's, crossed that with murders with family's of 4, girl ,boy, mom, dad… and guess what your beautiful genius found out? In 1994, Erik Johnston, Donna Johnston, and Michael Johnston, who was 9 years old at the time, died in there homes in a chimney fire, while their 14 year- old daughter, Jessica, was at a sleepover. Jessica was sleeping over at a friend's after she got into an argument with her parents. This is what the friend's mother said," Garcia explained.

"Can you pull up some pictures? And where is Jessica now?" Emily asked.

"Sent it to your phones right now," Garcia said.

"Thanks, baby girl," Derek said.

"Do you think this is when the murders started?" JJ asked.

Derek dialed Garcia again, "Baby girl, were there any more murders after that, just like it?"

"Not until Kaitlin's family's…" Garcia said.

"Thanks," he said and hung up.

"Guys, I think Jessica is our unsub," Derek said. He told the team the address of Jessica.

"Kaitlin, stay here. Go to Garcia," Hotch ordered.

"But-" I tried, but Emily shook her head. She gave me a quick hug and they headed out. I sighed, but trudged reluctantly to Garcia's.