Chapter 3: Reveal

The crowd went wild. Mayfield High School just scored a touchdown. The cheerleaders cheered. Meanwhile, Hotch, Grace, and Morgan were standing guard. They were hoping they could catch Coach Kennedy off guard.

"It's halftime," Rossi radioed in. He was actually in the stands, watching the game.

"Got it Dave," Hotch said.

The band marched. It was halftime now. Coach Kennedy was seen talking to one of the cheerleaders.

"Oh boy, this isn't good," Grace murmured.

"I have Garcia tracking his cell phone," Morgan reassured, "if he tries anything stupid, we'll know." Suddenly, the band's number was interrupted by a loud, piercing scream.

"We go NOW!" Hotch exclaimed. The three agents raced into the woods. Mark Kennedy was tying the girl up, trying to insert himself in her. Suddenly, Morgan tackled him

"Mark Kennedy, you are under arrest for the rapes and murders of Lindsay Rogers, Nicole Colman, and Kelly Drake ," Morgan said, "Get UP!" He hauled the disgraced football coach out of the stadium.

"Shh, it's okay," Grace reassured, "it's okay. My name's Grace and you're gonna be okay." She untied the cheerleader and helped her get to the ambulance.

"What a piece of scum," Morgan seethed.

"Tell me about it," Grace agreed.

"Ah, saying he's a piece of scum would be an insult to scum," Rossi snarked.

"So, I hear the cheerleader, Robin Townsend is gonna be okay," Rossi said back on the jet.

"That's good," Hotch murmured.

"That high school's reputation will be forever tarnished," Hotch said, "it's like a smaller scale version of Penn State.

"You did really well with Robin," JJ commented.

"Remarkably well for your first case," Hotch agreed, "I'm impressed."

"With my background, there's not a lot that I haven't seen."

"You specialized in sexual offenses for three years at the Innocent Images Unit," Morgan pointed out.

"Hotch, I have to tell them!" Grace exclaimed. Hotch grimaced.

"Tell us what?" Rossi asked.

"My father," she gulped, "you caught him not long ago. My father was...a serial killer."

Grace?" Rossi asked, "as in Henry or William Grace?"

"No, no," she said, "Grace as in Grace Foyet." She paused for a moment to let it sink in.

"But-but, that's not possible!" Reid stuttered, "we never profiled he had a child!"

"We never profiled he had a child, because we didn't know she existed. He kept her hidden from the outside world."

"And you knew about this?" Morgan asked, "before you hired her?"

"Yes," Hotch nodded.

"I was born in 1984. Yes, he knocked my mother up when he was 18. He didn't want to have anything to do with me, so I was shipped off to my uncle Bo. I didn't know my mother because I was told she died in childbirth. But-"

"But you think your father killed her."

"I don't think. I know he did." Hotch flashbacked to when Strauss questioned him. I don't have to think. I know he would have killed my son too.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Morgan held up his hand, "with all due respect, what makes you think he killed your mother?"

"Because he's an omnivore!" Grace exclaimed, "he'll kill anybody who gets in the way! You KNOW he killed his parents when he was nine. What makes you think he wouldn't kill my mother?!

Hotch had to be impressed. She was strong and passionate, and she was profiling her father.

"Anyhow," Grace continued, "it wasn't until I was 25 when I found out who my father really was. I knew I wanted to help people. I've always wanted to help people from day one. I thought about being a nurse or a police officer. When I found out that my father was the Boston Reaper, I wanted to join the FBI. You all know I worked for the Innocent Images Unit. He was an ephebophile and if I could prevent one person from being a victim of these crimes, then I did good." She fought back tears.

"After Prentiss left," Hotch finished, "I was scrambling to find a new profiler. I had read about Grace Foyet. She had the highest number of pedophiles caught. She even rivaled Elle Greenaway. I had her interviewed several times before I made my decision."

"And you knew about her past this whole time?" Morgan asked.

"Yes, Morgan," Hotch replied tersely.

"I realize this is a lot to take in," Grace said, "if you want me to transfer, I'll be happy to do that." She went to an empty seat on the jet and sat alone.

"Yes, because working with a serial killer's daughter will be no problem," Morgan quipped.

"Morgan!" Hotch exclaimed, "we worked with Agent Seaver before. Now, her father was the Redmond Ripper and last I heard, she's doing an excellent job under Andi Swann's leadership. Like it or not, Grace is a part of this team and I think we can all learn something from her."

"Yeah, like how to kill," the dark-skinned agent responded.

"Derek Morgan!" Hotch exclaimed, "now, like it or not, she is a part of this team. She didn't figure out who her biological father was until very recently. We will talk about this when we land."

"I'll go check on her," Rossi offered, "this isn't the first time I've worked with the daughter of a notorious killer." He glared at Morgan as he walked over to the crying woman.