A/N hey, thanks for all the story alerts and favs! This chapter I kind of got a bit stuck on at the start, but I hope it gets better in the second part!

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~Chapter 2~

Morgan slumped into the jet's seat, and glanced over the pictures that Prentiss laid out, the others were going over possibilities and starting the profile, as they normally would when at the start of a flight. After they could muse no longer, and Hotch dished out their first moves once they arrived. Morgan and Reid would cover the dump sites, Rossi and JJ were going to talk with the families and Hotch and Emily would visit the schools and ask the students about the victims.

For now, all they could do was wait, and mull over their latest case.

Derek saw Reid settling into the seat, and start to read a book that was as thick as his arm. He would be finished by the end of the trip, give or take. He could tell that their resident genius was troubled by this latest case, but Spence didn't want anyone to know, otherwise he could risk being profiled by the team for the rest of the month.

Reid covered it well, but Morgan didn't have to profile him to know that since these victims were extraordinary, even though they nowhere his level, he could connect with them better than all others that worked on the case, because he had been them, a time ago.

"Hey kid, how're you holding up?" He said as he changed seats to sit beside Spence. Dave looked up once, and gave the slightest of nods in his direction before returning his attention to his laptop.

"Alright,I guess, just a little sleepy cause I was up late last night, with a paper for North Dakota's Uni on medical procedures" Morgan looked quizzically at the coffee cup next to the genius, he could go all night without sleep, and as long as he was riding on a caffeine high he could fight off the tiredness. His record had been a week and four days, and that had only been stopped when the milk ran out.

"You're wide awake and both us and George Clooney knows it."

"Morgan, I think you're spending too much time profiling, you should consider a break" he replied in a joking tone, and Derek sighed.

"Please don't counter my concern with more concern"

"I'm fine."

"Whatever you say you are" Morgan muttered, just loud enough so Reid could hear, and pulled his headphones over his head and drifted off to the world where the music took him.

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Anne was sitting at a lunch table, eating what could barley pass as spaghetti bolognaise, waiting for her friend, when a man in a black ski mask walked in, hollering for everyone to get down, and fast.

The shock of his sudden entrance and yells made everyone drop to the floor, the gun shot to the ceiling kept them there.

Quickly, the man grabbed the closest boy, Harry his name was, and held him, the barrel of the gun shoved against his terrified face. "Let's start with what I want and what you want, shall we? I'll go first." His voice was deep and gravely with a sadistic tone to it.

"I want Anne Greenhalle"

Then entire hall was in deep silence, like they were remembering an old friend at a funeral, which Anne thought, could happen with her the way this was going. The man then looked expectantly at his trembling captive, a question written on his face.

"Well? What is it that you want?"

"Uhh, I- I wa- wa-n want ta- to livvvvv" Harry stuttered, terrified, then cautiously added "Si- sir?"

The silence was shattered as great bellows of raucous laughter filled the room. "You know, I quite like being called sir! But, lets get back to business, shall we? You will get what you want, if I get what I want, but you won't get what you want, if I don't." His tone had started off jokingly and light, but moved deeper and showed anger that lay behind.

Anne suddenly realised that no one was looking at her. They weren't going to give her away, but were silently wishing that she would do it herself. She hadn't ever really known Harry personally, but she had walked past him in the hallways, and was in her French class. But he had a whole network of family, friends, coaches, acquaintances and even enemies that would miss him and hate the way he passed, and after Harry another would be grabbed, and killed until she gathered the guts to stand up and save them.

All this slipped through her mind as she stood up and made her way through the tables, and she kept it as a mantra. Save them, save them, save them, save them.

The rest of the world melted away, it was just her, her footsteps and her heart that was threatening to beat itself right out of her chest, and she was held in a daze where all her classmates that were staring at her sadly didn't exist. Save them, save them, save them. She didn't even turn when Mayzie shrieked at her from the doors, she couldn't even discern the words, it was hard to hear, as if she were underwater.

When she reached the him, the man slapped a powerful hand onto her shoulder, and from then on, she knew that there was no go-backs, no do-overs, she was utterly in his power, and she couldn't escape from that hand.

She flinched as he lent down, and whispered in her ear, his breath tickling her cheek.

"You failed the first test"