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Chapter Seven.

When I stepped off the Jet I was instantly welcomed by the bright and rather hot sun, my eyes squinting as I tried to fumble around in my bag for my sun glasses.

"You going to be alright in this heat Red?" Morgan asked, amusement in his voice.

"Oh, real nice – it's the hair, right?" I went to whack him on the arm but he moved a few steps away to avoid it.

"I'm sure we could stop off at a store for you Clara, you shouldn't be in this sun without UV protection."

I moved my gaze over to Reid as I slid on my sunglasses, my eyebrows raising. "I want to say something witty in reply to that Reid but unfortunately, you're right..." I walked off a little further ahead, seeing the air-conditioned SUV.

The journey to the station took a little longer than intended, I rode with Morgan, Reid and Prentiss and they let me stop off at the store as Reid suggested. I had to grab at least two bottles of fifty plus sun screen – I hated the stuff, it's like rubbing in paint.

I followed in again behind everyone, making sure I'd rubbed it in fully into my arms, face and neck. Last thing I need coming back from this is bad sun burn – we all know how badly that sucks.

"We've got the room at the back for your team to set up, it's not much but it's all we have."

"If it has air-conditioning or a fan, it's fine." I muttered, Morgan chuckling again. "Hey don't laugh, I'm ginger, we aren't made for this kind of heat." I stated, following him into the room – the evidence boxes and files already laid out in front of us.

"Prentiss and Davis, I want you to go visit the children of the most recent murder. We need to know if anything strange was happening a few days before the victim's death." Hotchner ordered, my head nodding to Prentiss before I walked out.

"Stick to the shady area's Red!" Morgan called after me and I bit my tongue, Prentiss scoffing at his comment.

When we pulled over we both looked at the house the kids were currently staying with god parents who lived across the street to their family home.

"Have you interviewed kids before?" Prentiss asked, looking at me.

"No, the youngest witness I interviewed back in London was nineteen." I let out a deep breath, my hand reaching to the handle and opening the door. "Do you mind taking the lead on this?" I asked, getting out the car.

"Sure... No problem." I knew she wanted to know why, but if she asked my answer would simply be experience, she has more of it so it would be silly of me to take the lead.

As we walked up the path I could see a pair of eyes peeking out from behind the curtain and my heart sank a little. Whoever was doing this was breaking families, traumatizing the children. It doesn't make any sense, what would someone get from this.

"Davis?" Prentiss asked as she knocked on the door, her eyes looking over me.

"Sorry, zoned out for a second." I gave her a fake smile and took out my ID, showing the man who opened the door.

"Hello, my name is Emily Prentiss and this is Clara Davis. We're with the FBI. Would you mind if we came in a moment and spoke with the Hill children?"

The man didn't say much, he nodded and stepped to the side so we could enter the home. "We just want to ask them a couple of questions, nothing too in depth we just want to see if they noticed anything strange or out of place before they came home and found their dad."

I swallowed deeply, my eyes looking at the two small children sitting on the sofa. One of them playing on the IPad and the other watching tv. Neither of them could be much older than ten.

"Jesus..." I whispered and Prentiss looked at me.

"Why don't you stay here?" She asked but it was more of an order than a suggestion, which I was happy to follow.

"Hey my name is Emily and I'm with the FBI." She spoke to the two young girls, kneeling down to their height to seem less threatening. "I was just wondering if you noticed anything odd a few days before you came home the other day?" She was avoiding mentioning finding their father's body which was good, she doesn't want to make them think of that part specifically otherwise she'd never get anything out of them.

"No... Everything was normal..." The older one spoke, my guess she's around maybe eleven years old. "We didn't do anything we wouldn't usually." I looked at the younger one as she continued to focus on watching what was on the tv.

"Hey uh... What's the little one's name?" I turned, asking the god-father.

"That's Jessie, the older one is Sarah." He paused, looking at me. "Jessie hasn't been eating much since she found her dad, hasn't said a word to me or her sister, she completely closed herself off to everybody..."" I looked at him as tears pricked at his eyes and I squeezed his arm, walking over to her and sitting on the floor beside her.

"Hey Jessie... My name's Clara."

Prentiss was looking at me now and I know I said I wouldn't intervene but I couldn't watch Jessie anymore, I had to speak to her.

"Powerpuff girls huh? You know my favorite was always Blossom." I said, looking over to her to see if I was getting any form of reaction. "You know... What happened to your dad wasn't your fault..." I paused, looking at Sarah who was now paying attention to me too. "Neither of you were to blame for this... I've been where you are right now, I wasn't much older than you Jessie when my parents were taken away from me." I swallowed the lump in my throat, Jessie now looking right into my eyes. "I want both of you to promise me that you will never take responsibility for this. We're going to catch the bad guy okay?"

Sarah looked down, trying to hide her sadness from her sister. "Neither of you have to be brave, if you want to cry, then cry. You have nothing to prove..." Prentiss looked at me with a different expression now, I knew she felt pity for me and I looked away from her as I felt a small hand take mine.

"We got a letter..." Jessie whispered, my eyebrows raising to her comment. "And where's the letter now sweetie?" The small girl got off her seat and walked over to her coloring book, taking the letter out of the center of it. "Daddy told me not to show anyone, when we came home that day I took it... I was scared..." My heart sank even more and I nodded. "That was brave of you to do sweetie, do you mind if Emily and I have a peak?" Jessie handed it over to me and I opened it. It was a hand-written letter, talking about how he wasn't a fit parent and how he shouldn't be looking after the girls. Emily nodded, each of us already knew what needed to be done next.

"Hey Jessie? Do you mind if I look after this for a bit? I'll bring it back if you want to keep it." The little girl started to cry and I knelt down to her, wrapping my arms around her as she hugged me. "You'll be okay... It might not feel that way now but you will be..." I paused, pulling away to look at her as I wiped away a tear. "Look at me? I'm an FBI agent! You have your sister and just remember those good memories with your dad because he will always be right here..." I tapped her chest. "Okay?"

Sarah joined in the hug now and I squeezed them both tightly, I knew this wasn't the correct thing to do in these situations but I couldn't just stand there, I had to do something.

"Clara? We need to get this letter back to Hotch." I nodded, releasing the two of them and standing.

"Right..." I smiled at the two girls who were looking up at me. "Look after each other ok?" They nodded and I ruffled their hair, walking out of the living room and taking out my card, handing it over to the god-father. "Call me if you need anything." I smiled and walked out the house and back to the car, leaving Prentiss to do the last of the good byes.

I sat in the air-conditioned SUV, my fingers twisting the charm on my wrist as Prentiss slid in behind the wheel. "Was any of that true?" She asked, her eyes on me. I nodded and she sighed. "That's why you wanted me to take lead." She put her hands on the wheel.

"If possible, I'd appreciate it if you kept what happened in there with me quiet." I glanced at her and she nodded.

"Of course, no problem."