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"Hello…Dr. Reid? It's March. There's been another fire…and a little girl's been shot dead."

Reid nearly dropped the phone when he heard the news. He took a deep breath and asked, "Has anyone called 911?"

"May called 911," March said. "I-I-I heard Sophia screaming."

"What?"

"The little girl…I woke up to her screaming…" he said. "I thought it was one of the kids before I remembered they'd been moved. Then I heard the gun."

Reid swallowed and then told March to stay in the house. He frowned and dialed another number.

"Hotch? Another house has been burned, and I girl was shot dead. I'm heading over there to talk with March and May," Reid said slowly.

"Reid…is something else wrong?" Hotch asked detecting something in the younger man's voice.

"Hotch…someone called me earlier. He told me to drop the case, give Dita back, and to cut contact with my sister," Reid admitted.

"Reid I'm heading out your way right now," Hotch said. "We'll talk more when we meet up at the crime scene."

"All right Hotch, I'll meet you over there."

"Be careful Reid…" Hotch warned.

With that the call ended, and Reid focused on the road. He was worried about what could happen. There was one thing he was positive of, whoever their unsub was, they had something to do with Perdita and Clarice. He became extremely nervous when he looked at a car that was getting a little too close. Suddenly the car pulled away. Reid breathed out a sigh of relief and focused on the road again.

The next thing he knew, he was frantically turning the wheel, and then all went black.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

She bolted up right, her fingernails digging into the couch. Jessica rushed into the room and said, "What's wrong sweetie?"

Perdita looked at Jessica with tears in her eyes. She got off the couch and raced over to her. The little girl hugged her and cried, "I-I-I h-h-h-had a n-n-nightmare! It w-w-w-was h-h-horrid! Uncle Spence w-w-w-was in a c-c-car ac-ac-accident!"

Jessica Brooks sighed and held the little girl tightly. She bent down and said, "Everything's all right honey. Uncle Spencer's okay, he just had to go to work."

"Aunty Jessie?" a tired voice came. "Wha's going on?"

Perdita and Jessica looked over to see Jack. Jack had woken up after Perdita started screaming. Jessica looked over at Jack and said, "Dita had a bad dream Jack."

Jack walked over and said, "You wanna talk about it? Daddy does that with me when I have nightmares."

"N-Not now Jack," she said. "I-I-I want to talk to my uncle."

Jessica reached for the phone, and as she grabbed it, it began to ring. She answered the phone and began talking. Jack tugged on her arm, but Jessica ignored it. Perdita looked at Jessica's face of horror and hers turned to a look of horror. Jessica put the phone down at looked at Perdita.

"NO! NO! NO! NO! HE PROMISED HE'D PROTECT ME! HE PROMISED! HE CAN'T-"

"Sweetie listen to me…"

"NO! NO! NO!" the little girl cried.

She turned towards the door and ran out, Jack racing behind her. Jessica got up and ran after them. As she chased down the two kids the only thing she could think of was, "Aaron get your ass over here and fast."