A/N: Hi everyone! Chapter 4 was a little weak, so I hope this one will meet your expectations (if you have any) and you'll really enjoy it! Please review - kisses!

"So, what we really want to do is show that you aren't hiding from him, but instead exposing him. That you aren't afraid to speak about him in public. He looks for weakness in his victims, so when you stand up to him and give away details on what he's been doing to you these past few months. Try to rely on 'You' statements, as if you're directly addressing him." JJ explained to Zoe, as another woman adjusted Zoe's makeup.

"I'm not so sure about this. What if he's here?" she said, glancing over her shoulder.

"Myself, Agent Morgan, and Agent Reid will be standing right behind you the entire time. I've asked the audience to hold their questions until the end, and I'll be answering them."

Zoe closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "You'll do great." JJ said, touching the girl's arm.

Minutes later, Zoe stood behind an official looking podium, looking down at the papers in front of her. The cameras had not yet started rolling, but they would any second. She glanced behind her. Agent Morgan was scanning the crowd, but Reid's eyes were on her. He smiled a tiny bit when she caught his eye, but was trying to remain stern-faced. She turned back around, and JJ stepped next to her for a second.

"Cameras on in 5, good luck."

Zoe cleared her throat, feeling the tension rise in her muscles.

"Good afternoon, everybody, my name is Zoe Martin. I'm coming forward today to speak about and address the man known as The Red Wing Killer. 20 years ago, he terrorized West Virginia by kidnapping, torturing, and killing 7 women. The 8th woman, was my mother, and the only one who survived." she swallowed, taking a breath. She didn't know where to look in the room, so she settled on a fire alarm on the back wall. "5 months ago, when my mother died, I began receiving threatening notes and being harassed and stalked constantly by the same man who committed these crimes 20 years ago. Since I contacted the FBI, their efforts in protecting me and hunting down the killer have been more than I could have ever hoped for."

She paused again, looking down at the room full of reporters, and then to her notes. She cleared her throat, but felt she was doing better than expected.

"However, sometime in the past week, he has murdered another victim, who we have not yet identified. Now I address the man himself. I may not know what you look like, or where you are, but I know you. I know what you're trying to do to me, and I will not become one of your victims. I assure you, no matter what it takes, you will be found, and you will be stopped." she focused her brown eyes on the cameras as she said this, and then stepped away from the podium. "Thank you."

The entire room burst into a cacophony of questions, and cameras began flashing nonstop. JJ took her place as Zoe walked towards Spencer.

"That was perfect." he said, stepping close to her so any journalists couldn't see what they were saying.

"Are you sure?" she asked nervously. He nodded.

"Come on, we have to get you off this stage." he said, taking her arm and leading her down the steps. Morgan followed closely.

They walked into a small holding room where there were chairs and tables.

"Well if that's not going to change his behavior, I don't know what will." Morgan said. Right as he said it, his phone buzzed, and he tugged it out and put it to his ear. Zoe sat at one of the tables, running her hand through her hair nervously.

"How are you feeling?" Spencer asked her.

"Fine. I don't know. I just want this to be over, is all. I'm ready to move on with my life." she said quickly. He nodded, sitting across from her. She looked up at him, smiling. "I like your tie." she said. He looked down. It was dark purple with tiny blue polkadots.

"Thanks. My mom always used to tell me if you don't look you're-"

"Guys," Morgan said, interrupting Reid. "they found the body and identified the girl. Zoe, do you know a girl named Johanna Reese?"

She closed her eyes, bringing a hand to her face. "It was her?" she whispered. "I didn't recognize her. How didn't I recognize her?"

"Who's Johanna Reese?" Reid asked.

"She was one of my roommates last year, when I lived in the dorms. Oh, my god." she whispered. The images from the video played through her mind, and she stood abruptly as a wave of nausea rocked her. "I think I'm going to be sick." she said quickly, before running towards the bathroom in the rear of the room. The door slammed behind her.

"What else is this guy going to do to torment her?" Reid asked Morgan.

"I don't know. I'm just surprised she made it this long without being either killed or at least severely injured by him. But I think our involvement escalated his actions, like, he lost control of the situation when we showed up."

In the bathroom, Zoe sat on the floor with her head in her hands. Someone she knew was dead and it was her fault. Only because she knew her. Maybe she could just stay in this bathroom until the guy was caught, or he died. Yeah, she could live in here. She looked up at the fluorescent light. There was a plug in the corner, she could probably get a camp stove in here. And there was running water.

She laughed quietly in spite of herself. Was she just rationalizing living in a bathroom?

She stood slowly, leaning on the sink. She switched on the faucet and washed her face off. The thought that it had been Johanna on that tape struck her again, and her stomach heaved. She clutched the edges of the sink, squeezing her eyes shut. She wanted to scream, to run, to turn into a tiny little ball of dust and float away. She smacked her hand against the sink, and caught a sharp edge of the ceramic. She swore, watching the blood blossom across her palm. Fantastic.

She pumped out some paper towels and pressed it against the cut. 'Be strong, minha filha' her mother's voice filled her head. She used to say that to her when she had nightmares as a little girl, or was being bullied at school. Stand up and be strong. She was alive. She was still surviving.

She wiped away the tears on her face, and flushed the bile from her mouth with tap water. She looked in the mirror, wiping away the smeared mascara. She stood up straighter, readjusted her shirt.

She pushed open the bathroom door.

Back at Zoe's house, she'd busied herself with cleaning up the broken glass and tidying the house in general. She hadn't said much since she'd locked herself in the bathroom, so Spencer wondered what was going on in her head. That morning, as she was giving her press release, Hotch and Rossi had delivered the profile to a small team on the FBI. They were hunting down every last lead, searching desperately for a suspect. There had to be a break.

Spencer's phone rang at 4:02PM.

"Hello?"

"Boy wonder, I've got something. A big something. A description of our suspect. Remember that woman we tracked down, the rape victim 20 years ago? She remembered something. A name the man had her call him. 'Mr. Dale.' I cross referenced this with other rapes from that same time, and found two other living victims, one of whom had a very clear memory of him, and was able to give a sketch artist a rendering."

"Okay, what happened?"

"Ohhh, I am just the best is all. So, using that plumber perv who planted the camera, who, by the way, is a little bitter about losing his job, but was willing to look at the sketch because it might get him a lesser sentence. As soon as he saw it, he remembered the guy much better, even the car he drove, a dark green Ford Explorer. So using that, with his age, and the area in which we think he's living, I found him. He lives in the suburbs, but owns some property in the countryside, a little plot of woods where we think he keeps his victims. I'm sending the coordinates to you and Morgan now, you're going to meet the rest of the team there."

Once he hung up, he stood to tell Zoe all of this. She didn't react as he expected.

"You're going to leave me here alone?" she said suspiciously.

He paused, and then realized. "You're right. No, we'll take you to the BAU headquarters first."

"Okay." she said.

"Are you okay? What's up?" he asked.

"I just have a feeling this isn't over yet. I have a feeling, it's not going to be this easy."

A/N: Chapter 6 up in a jiffy! thanks for reading, review if you'd like! All constructive criticism is welcome(: