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Chapter 9:

"No matter how much time has passed, these things still affect us and the world we live in. If you don't pay attention to the past, you'll never understand the future. It's all linked together." — Sarah Dessen (Just Listen)

Emily and Dave followed Jared Morris out of the Dayton house. Getting into the SUV they pulled out of the drive and began the ride back to Quantico. Just as they were getting onto the freeway, Emily's phone started to ring. She recognized the area code as a Virginia one but other than that she didn't know the number.

"Hello?"

"Hello, is this Agent Prentiss?" A male voice asked.

"Yes," Emily answered, her forehead bunching in confusion, she didn't recognize this man's voice.

"Hello Agent Prentiss; I'm Agent Jefferies with Cold Cases."

"Agent Jefferies, how may I help you?" She replied, remembering that Reid had taken a message from this agent concerning an earlier case of hers.

"I was hoping you could come into my office and tell me about your first assignment in the field."

"Of course, I'll be there in about…" Emily glanced at the GPS, "twenty minutes. I'm sorry that it's taken this long to get back to you."

"It's all right Agent Prentiss; I understand that you've been busy with another case. My office is on the 5th floor," Agent Jefferies said, then hung up. Emily stuck her phone in her purse before leaning back in her seat and dropping an arm onto the middle console.

"Do you need me to drop you off somewhere else in Quantico?" Dave asked.

"I'm going to Cold Cases; they're in our building," Emily replied.

"Okay." Dave made no further comment.

Twenty minutes later they were back in Quantico. Dave parked close to their building and took Jared into an interrogation room before Emily stopped at her desk to grab some papers. She remembered Hotch telling her that Agent Jefferies had called earlier in the week so she had found the files from her first case and had brought them to work with her that morning.

As she walked back to the elevator she saw Rossi talking to Morgan.

"I could use your help in an interrogation Morgan," the older man was saying. "It's apparent that Morgan has a strong disdain for strong women. Prentiss' presence would corrupt the interrogation."

"Plus I have to go and talk to Cold Cases about an old case of mine," Emily spoke up.

Morgan and Dave looked up. Morgan nodded in understanding before he turned to go to the interrogation room Jared had been put in earlier.

"I'll see you later," Dave said.

Emily nodded "This shouldn't take long," she told him as the elevator doors opened. Dave shot Emily a quick smile before she entered the elevator. He quickly turned and followed Morgan down the hall to the interrogation room.

"Mr. Morris," Morgan was just starting the interrogation as Dave came in. "We have a couple of questions about your whereabouts on particular days in the past couple of years."

"I've probably been at work," Jared replied evenly, glaring at both agents.

"Well, we would just like to double check," Morgan said just as evenly. "Where were you on May 9th 2009?"

"I was at work. Mr. Dayton was on a business trip in New York. As his chauffeur, my wife and I went with him."

"Why did your wife go?" Dave wondered aloud.

"Helen is the laundress," Jared answered, waving his hand dismissively. He looked at the agents, still annoyed. "Any other questions?"

"Where were you on June 18th 2009?" Morgan asked.

"I was at work," Jared snapped. "That's the thing about being a chauffeur," he spoke to both agents as if they were children. "If you live with your boss, you're kind of on call 24 hours a day."

Morgan and Dave shared a look. "I find it very odd that you haven't even asked why you're being brought in," David remarked in mock surprise.

"I didn't do anything."

"Even if you didn't do anything," Dave challenged, "you're not curious as to why several FBI agents want to question you?"

"Well if I didn't do anything it doesn't matter why I'm being brought in," Jared challenged back.

Morgan and David shared another look. "So you didn't stab her? Or her?" Morgan flipped some pictures on the table top, pushing them toward Jared.

"What?" Jared asked. He picked up one picture, staring at it in shock. "No, no, no, no, no, I would never hurt any girl." His voice was soft as he looked at the separate pictures.

"We have your credit card being used in the cities the girls were stabbed in. Now either you stabbed these girls - which resulted in the death of Annalise Sinatra - or there is one smart as hell identity thief using your credit card," Dave supplied, disbelief in his tone.

"I didn't hurt them!" Jared denied vehemently. "I would never hurt these girls! I have a daughter who is close to these girls' ages; why would I hurt them?"

Nearly an hour later, Dave and Morgan had reached a stopping point. They had been so certain that Jared had stabbed the girls but they had found out that their suspect had the same iron clad alibi that Wellington Dayton had for several of the stabbings. He wasn't the guy.

Rubbing the bridge of his nose, Dave leaned his head back against the cool wall. Dammit! He cursed silently. We are back to square one.

Emily stepped out of the elevator, looking for Agent Jefferies.

"Agent Prentiss." A man with dark hair approached. Emily turned to face him.

"Agent Jefferies?" she replied.

"If you'll come in here, I'd like to record this interview."

"All right." Emily found herself in a small interrogation room. "I feel like I've done something wrong," she joked, trying to lighten the tension.

"You didn't Agent Prentiss," Jeffries said, smiling. "We don't have an empty office right now; my partner said she's trying to find one. We actually share this floor, so it might be a while. Cold Cases doesn't have quite the budget the BAU does."

"We're experiencing budget cut backs as well," Emily said, "yours isn't the only Unit having budget issues."

Jeffries nodded and motioned to a chair, and then he sat himself. "I'll be recording this interview so I can go back to this and not take you out of another case."

Emily nodded. "All right." She pulled her chair up to the table.

"Why don't you start at the beginning, and tell me everything you can remember about the assignment you were on with Agent Yarmin."

"I was in Wasilla, Alaska. It was my first posting, the one right out of training. Agent Yarmin and I were in charge of a little girl for about a week; we were taking her to her parents. I didn't know this until after I was finished with this particular assignment, but she and her parents were in Witness Protection. She was kidnapped by the people who were trying to kill the parents. I still don't know how she got away."

Emily paused and then continued. "Anyway, the police found her, the FBI was notified and Agent Yarmin and I were assigned to take her to Montana to drop her off with her parents."

"What happened during that week?" Jefferies asked.

"We pretended to be a family. We were told to call the little girl Michaela," Emily said. "She was told to call us Mommy and Daddy but she never did. She was about 3, so she knew who her parents were and she knew that we weren't them, but she did call us Momma Prentiss and Daddy Yarmin. It was easy to spoil her. I remember that she really liked Snickers bars. We could never deny her, she looked so cute. She was so sweet and loving that I couldn't help but buy her a snickers bar every day. By the end of the week she was calling me Momma Princess."

At Jefferies questioning look, she explained. "She couldn't pronounce Prentiss; it became Princess."

"What about when you dropped her off with her parents?"

"We were supposed to go to McDonald's and let her play in the ball pit, but when we got there, her parents were already there. As soon as she got out of the car, she ran to them. They were so excited to see her, her father picked her up and started to throw her up in the air and catch her."

It took another hour but Emily finished her interview with Agent Jefferies.

"Thank you for your help Agent Prentiss," Jeffries thanked. "I'll call if I have any more questions."

"Thank you," Emily said as she grabbed the paper work that she had brought from her desk. "Here's the paper work I had for that case. I checked last night, I actually still had it."

"You've been helpful," Agent Jefferies said.

Emily quickly excused herself and left. The case behind the door was in the past and there was nothing she could tell that would make a difference in the outcome. Yet, while she was sorting through old memories during the questioning, she'd gotten an idea on the recent one.

"Think only of the past as its remembrance gives you pleasure." Jane Austen

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