Author's Note: Hello, everyone.

Anyway, thank you very much for your reviews and thank you to those we read, followed, favorite story/author alert and visited my story. I really do appreciate it.

In this chapter, the first appearance of Maddie at five-to-six years old and a couple of flashbacks.

This chapter has been re-updated.

Please, do enjoy my story and please review; constructive criticism is always appreciated.

Chapter 2:

The fear of death follows from the fear of life.

The man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.

Mark Twain

Five years later…

Harrington Penitentiary

A man with short blonde hair is in his prison cell, dressed in an orange jumpsuit and white shoes, his prison uniform. As he lies down on his back on the top of his bunk bed, biting his nails, he looks back to a time where he wished he could take it all back…

Five years earlier…

He had done some...terrible things, especially to the ones closer to him. But what he did to those closer to him was what others would call 'sick' and 'inhuman.' Most of the people he once cared about and literally loved to death, ended up dead in some of the most barbaric and cold-blooded ways that a person could ever die.

Little did he know…his actions made him at the top of the FBI's Most Wanted List.

Everyone in the court room quietly and anxiously whispered as to if the person standing on trial would be found guilty or not guilty. As he entered the room, in head-to-toe chains and in an orange prison jumpsuit, with every FBI and SWAT officer at every door entrance and exit. Everyone in the room looked at him the bastard pig that he was. The crowd quickly quiets down when an elderly yet distinguished-looking man with salt-and-pepper hair, black rimless glasses, dressed in a typical black robe-obviously the judge, enters the room.

"As we are at the end of this trial, there is something I must say, because if I didn't…I…don't know what I would do if I didn't say anything up until this very moment." He turns to look at Müller with such pure disgusted and hatred. And he should; he was about to get a rude awaking from the judge.
"You, sir, have got to be one of the lowest, filthiest, most-inhuman, pathetic excuse for a living human being I've ever seen in my courtroom, if not the only one. You not only committed one of the deadliest family annihilations, if not the deadliest in the state, country, maybe in the world, but you brutally butchered your wife like some damned poacher, but you shot your own parents and in-laws, slit the throats of your own sister and in-laws and literally smothers seven children; four of them being your own two nieces and two nephews, and three of them were your own children. You smothered and killed your two sons and daughter. Your…own…"

"Excuse me for a second. I do apologize; I just…" The judge stopped himself as he took off his glasses for a moment, passes his fingers through his hair and put his finger to his mouth. Gulping down the rest of his water as he was shaking his head before he could continue,

"At least your youngest daughter marvelously survived your family annihilation, but now, she's forced to have to grow up without her family, no thanks to a disgusting excuse for a human being like yourself. And that is why your parental rights have not only been permanently terminated and will never see that child again, but your sentence for your heinous crimes…is the death penalty." He said it with the no-nonsense icy glare in his eyes and tight mouth.

Some of the people in the courthouse began to mutter and cheer loud enough for the judge go call order in the courtroom and continued to bang his gavel until everyone quiet down. His facial expressions didn't change much; his eyes had some worry in his eyes and his mouth started to quiver.

"To be perfectly honest with you, I don't know what's sadder: the fact that you're even still alive after what you did to your family or the fact that your youngest daughter; your very last of the family's kin, has to grow up without her family, which you took away from her. We're adjured. Officers, please get this guy out of my courtroom and out of my sight." The judge leaves after he dismissed the entire courtroom, passing his fingers through his hair.

Everyone was later dismissed as heavily guarded officers began to escort him and out of the room and his facial expression has yet to change. Everyone else's expressions have not changed; they all still looked at him like the lowest creature to ever walk the face of the Earth.

Flashback end…

"Müller! Jason Müller!"

A uniformed guard snaps his fingers at him, which immediately snaps him out of his flashback and called his name from his cell. He turns around to see the guard standing outside of his jail cell.

"Yeah, Jayden?"

"I got some news for you." He was not like he was going to say he had a visitor. He hasn't had a visitor since the day he was locked up and the key was thrown far, far away. But whatever news he was going to give him had to be important.

"What's the big news?"

"It turns out…your execution is about a week away." He said with a grin on his face. "Isn't that something? If I were you, I'd start thinking about my very last meal and final words to say before you go…bye-bye-bye. See you on execution day." He snickers to both himself and at him as he walks away.

The bones in Müller's face began to turn to ash. He slowly blinks, as if he's just woken up from some bad nightmare. But at the end of the day, he wasn't dreaming and it was definitely true: he's going to be executed in a week. And the worst part of it is… he's never going to see his youngest daughter before his timely execution.

"Someone seems upset." A calm yet deep voice said. Jason looks down from his bunk bed and sees his bunkmate, quietly reading a book. His hair was messy yet shoulder-length, his thin almond shaped eyes were a mellow blue, arched-shaped eyebrows, strong jawline and had a calm, yet eerily expression look on his face.

"I can't believe it. I'm never going to see her."

"See who?"

"My daughter."

"Do you know what she looks like?"

"I don't know what she looks like or where she is; I don't even know how old she is, but what I do know is that I'm never going to see her before I die."

Closing his book as he stroked his chin, "Well, I do have an idea…it's a bit risky…but it'll be worth it…but it's going to cost you."

Stepping down from his bunk bed and taking a deep breath as he told him his idea, he knew it would be risky, but if it meant he could see his daughter, it was a chance he had to take.

Meanwhile…

Reid walked into a typical classroom, where he sees a petite woman with her black-brown hair in a ponytail, almond-shaped brown eyes, rectangular glasses, toffee-colored skin tone, dressed in khaki knee-length skirt, sweater set and kitten heels, cleaning up some supplies off some of the circular tables.

"Excuse me?"

"Yes. May I help you? I'm Miss. Leah Irwin, by the way."

"Hello, Miss. Irwin. I…uh…I'm sorry, ma'am. I'm Dr. Reid. I'm just here for…"

"Daddy!"

A small girl—between five-to-six-years-old—with a peaches & cream complexion, almond-shaped dark brown eyes, high cheekbones, and long and wavy medium brown hair in a ponytail, dressed in a soft pink short-sleeve polo shirt, denim jacket and jeans, mismatched socks and pink Converse sneakers with a black messenger bag on her shoulder, running up to him.

"Maddie!" Reid swept her into his arms and hugged her. "Hey there, you."

The petite woman walked up to Maddie and Reid. "Oh. So, you must be Maddie's father."

"Yes. Yes, I am."

"May I talk to you for a few minutes? If you don't mind?"

"Uh…sure." Looking at Maddie before setting for down, "Hey, Maddie. Why don't you wait for a while, alright?"

"Okay, daddy." She settled down at one of the table and reached out to her back for a book. Reid turned around to face the woman,

"So, what did you want to talk to me about?"

"Have you notice something…different with Maddie?"

"What do you mean? I mean…did she do something wrong? Did something happen to her?"

"Oh!" She exclaims. "No, no. Nothing like that, Doctor. What I mean…have you notice some kind of…intelligence in her?"

"What kind of intelligence?"

Shrugging her shoulders as she was watching Maddie read, "Like some kind of…child prodigy intelligence."

Now that he thought about what Miss. Irwin had just said to him, he always did notice something different about Maddie. Looking back at what Maddie did throughout the years…

Two years ago…

Reid walks through the entrance of a public library, where he approaches a distinguished-looking elderly woman at the front desk and said,

"Hi. Excuse me, ma'am. Have you seen a little girl with brown hair with a woman with red hair with her? One of them was wearing mismatch socks."

"I think I know who you're talking about." Following her,

"You know, that's something very different about this girl. I've been watching her for the past few weeks reading nonstop, even some of the most complicated children's books and novels. Sometime after she finished all of the children's books, she moved on to some of the more complicated books and novels. You should hear her talk about certain kinds of mathematics and literature books. And there she is."

Looking up, Reid noticed a small girl—between three-to-four-years-old—with her hair in wavy pigtails and a white headband, dressed in a red long-sleeve top attached to a cream-color skirt and belt, mismatched socks and black Mary Janes, laughing with a woman that fitted close to Reid's description of her, inside one of the study rooms.

"That's my daughter."

"You are a lucky man to have a daughter like her." She said as she walked away with a smile. "She's special, alright." Walking in one of the study rooms,

"Hey, Maddie."

"Hi, daddy!" Her face lit up as she ran up to his arms as she hugged him. "How was your day?"

"It was a lot of work, especially with what I do, but at the end of the day, it was okay. What about you?"

"Look what I got!"

"Hey, you got a library card. Good for you."

"That means I can take as many books as I was. And guess what I want?" She points to the stack of books sitting on the table.

Chuckling to himself, "I guess we can do that." Before he leaves the room with Maddie in his arms,

"Oh! And Ms. Hunter. Thanks for babysitting her."

"Anytime, Dr. Reid."

Flashback end…

"Yes, I've notice. I've notice for a long time."

"Well, she's something special, alright." She said with her arms crossed as shrugged her shoulders. "You are a lucky man to have a daughter like her."

"Yeah. Can I take her home now?"

"Oh, yes. Yes, you can take her home."

"Okay. Maddie. Time to go." As soon as Maddie put her book in her bag, she runs up to Reid swept her into his arms and carried her out to take her home. Maddie waved to her teacher,

"See you soon. Have a nice weekend."

"You too, Maddie."

Later that day, it was almost nighttime and Reid, who was sitting on the full-sized bed, was just about to read Maddie 'The Prince and the Pauper'—one of the books Maddie had pick out from the library—before her bedtime. Sitting down next to Maddie, who was rubbing her eyes as she yawned,

"Hey, Maddie. If you're too tired, we can always read this tomorrow."

"No," Maddie said, yawning. "I'll be fine. I love you, daddy."

"Oh. Well, then, okay," Starting to read to Maddie,

"In the ancient city of London, on a certain autumn day in the second quarter of the sixteen century…"

Only to learn that Maddie had already began to fall asleep with her holding on to her pink plush bear. Closing the book, he gently tucks her in, turns off the bedroom light for her nightlight and kisses her forehead,

"Good night, Maddie. I love you, too."

(12:45 A.M. –Aaron Hotchner's Bedroom)

Hotch was peacefully sleeping until he hears his phone vibrating from under his pillow. Trying to pick up the phone as he was moaning and trying to sleep,

"Hotchner." He wearily said, yawning into the phone.

"What?" Hotch's voice was now on high alert, sitting up in his bed. "When? Are you sure? Okay. I'll get my team together."

After getting himself ready five-to-ten minutes later, he tries to call Morgan and JJ as he grabs his keys from his dressers. Luckily, his son Jack was on an out-of-state school trip for the weekend and most of next week. He impatiently waited for JJ and Morgan to pick up their phones, but was still going to voice mail for the third time in a row.

"Will you two please pick up your damn phones already?" He impatiently said to himself.

JJ moaned as she heard her phone vibrating from under her bed. While her husband, William, was sleeping, she yawns into the phone,

"JJ here."

"JJ, I need you and Morgan to meet up with me and get to Reid's apartment." Hotch said, trying to get Morgan on the other line.

"Hotch, it's one in the morning." She said, running her fingers through her hair.

"I agree with her, Hotch." Morgan said as he just got on the other line, yawning. "This must be very important; we just came back from a long case."

"It's an emergency. You're not going to believe what you're about to hear."

Reid wakes up with the sound of banging on his apartment front door. He doesn't even remember falling asleep on the couch. He also didn't know how he fell asleep as he was holding on to an engineering book and had his empty coffee mug next to him; he figured he fell asleep as he was reading. Putting his hand on his head as the banging was still continuing,

"Alright! Alright! I'm coming."

He finally opens the door, there he sees Hotch, JJ and Morgan with a team of guards standing behind them. Still too tired to know why there were even a team of guards standing behind them,

"Hey," He said, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he yawned. "What are you guys doing here? It's past one in the morning." He lets the team in as he looked at the time on his watch.

"Where's Maddie?" Hotch said with concern.

"She's sleeping in her room. Why?"

"We have to get you two out of here."

"Why? What happen?"

"It's her father, Reid."

"I'm her father." Reid corrected.

"No. What she means is…her biological father…Jason Müller. He escaped from prison."

Please Review. I'm open to ideas and more inspiration for continuing my story.