It had been almost five months since I stood outside the FBI and I was still so terrified to go back in. Castiel was beside me looking around. I knew no one could see us but there was a part of me that wanted to be seen. On the BAU level it was as busy as ever. Phones ringing, people chatting and teams trying to catch killers.

I had noticed my team was not around. I guess that was a good thing but I wish I could have seen them. I did as Castiel asked and looked for every single file of George Foyet. He was one sick puppy. The stabbings and the taunts he left the police were just sick. I had my file and I was ready to leave when I saw a familiar flash of bright colour duck into the Tech office. I started walking toward the office when Castiel spoke up.

"Clara." he tried to stop me. "You won't like what you see or hear." I didn't stop and I wish I had. Penelope was standing in her office in front of a white board. IT had a lot of writing, pictures and she was just staring at it. When I got closer my heart sank. It was my pictures and my life on that board. Sam and Dean's pictures were tacked up and there was a red stamp that said 'deceased' on both. They were also under the suspect section with a map. It had all the hotel's I had stayed in for most of my life pinned up. I walked in and stood next to her. She looked sad and frustrated. Then she put up a picture that looked like my body. They were hospital photos from last year.

"How did those even happen girl?" Penelope asked with a sigh.

"You wouldn't want to know." I sighed looking over at her. I was hoping she could see me but she just stared at the board.

"Baby Girl, you know staring at that damn board will not do anything." Morgan's voice came from the door and we both spun around quickly. I smiled at Morgan and the worry in his voice.

"Yeah well maybe if I look long enough she will come back." Garcia nodded.

"How can you still believe that?" Derek sighed. "There is a lot of evidence saying Clara is most likely dead."

"And how can you be okay with it suddenly?" She raised her voice. She looked pissed. " When you told me she showed up covered in blood you were a mess. Hell you and Hotch have taken this harder then most of us... and now all of a sudden everyone just wants to forget!" She yelled shaking her head.

My heart broken listing to this. "No on is forgetting." Morgan came back.

"Really?" Garcia laughed. "They why has Hotch stopped looking all together? Why dosen't Reid talk about Clara like he used to and why won't JJ even go down that stupid hall!"

"Hall? What hall?" I asked but got no answer.

"None of us can go down there anymore. Her picture shouldn't be up there!" Garcia yelled and my mouth dropped. They put my picture on the wall! That meant I really was dead to them.

"Exactly!" Morgan smiled. " None of us thinks she should be on that wall but she is... and there isn't..." I couldn't listen to anymore. Castiel was right I should have just gotten what I needed and left. I almost ran down the hall and when I came to my picture I stopped.

I hated that it was a good picture. But I shouldn't be up here. I was very much alive. My heart was pounding as I noticed Castiel come up behind me. "Please get me out of here." I asked.

"I did try and wa-"

I turned to stop him. "Don't tell me I told you so... can we just go?" I asked with a sigh. " I got what you want now let's go." I said stepping up to him and he did as I asked.

In the hotel a few hours later and long after Castiel had left I was sitting in the middle of a paper circle. Crime scene photos, autopsy reports, newspapers, and literally just about everything my team and the FBI had on The Boston Reaper. I guess his title actually fit. I was also surrounded by my own hunter research a few weeks after Foyet started killing, all the sighs of omens start popping up around the town he terrorized. Then the deal making started but he did wait his ten years before the detective died. It was old age that took him first but the hounds I'm sure were not very far away.

'If you stop hunting me I'll stop hunting them.' Was the deal. I wonder if he had offered Hotch the same deal. Even if he had Aaron never could have taken it. I came across Derek's report. Foyet had tackled him and knocked him out cold. There was glass imbedded in his shoulder and his credentials were taken. I automatically knew he took that personal and made a big deal about it.

I kept thinking about what Penelope had said. How everyone was just trying to forget and how hard they took me leaving. How could i just show up and say I wasn't dead? That would just be cruel, keep them waiting that long.

It was getting late and I was tired but I was to busy mapping out The Reapers route. I had always watched Reid plot out the geographical profiles and thought it may help but I was getting no where. He just jumped around. Then I focused on the omens that started popping up and none of them went with Foyet's path. It was driving me crazy. Nothing was fitting. I had called a few of the hunters I had worked with the last few months and asked if they knew of any Gorege Foyet and they all said they would keep an ear out but had no idea who I was talking about.

I was rubbing my forehead with a sigh when my phone rang. "What?" I asked in a groans.

"Well hello to you to miss sunshine!" Sam's voice came from the other side.

"Sam? What's going on?" I asked.

"Nothing I just called to see how your case was going." he sighed.

"Great if you like going no where." I sighed laying back. "This is stupid usually I would have leads and on the road by now." I sighed.

"It's only been a day."

"Yeah. Usually by this time tomorrow I would be on a new case."

"Wow... impressive." Sam laughed.

"Not really." I laughed. "Hows the vamp in Pennsylvania?" I asked.

"Shapeshifter." he said. "Staging all the famous monster movies." Sam laughed.

"No way!" I laughed.

"Yupp Dracula, werewolves, even a freaking mummy."

"Well that's weird."

"That's what we thought. But it's dead."

"So funny because so am I."

"What?" Sam asked nervously.

"At the BAU we have a wall of the fallen agents... guess who made the wall." I sighed. "They think I'm dead Sam..."

"Well why don't you tell them you're not!" He almost yelled.

"No." I shook my head. "Sam I gotta go. I'll call you later." I said and then I hung up. Sure it wasn't a smart thing to do but I needed some sleep so I could get started on tracking down The Reaper.