Three Years Later.

The morning was normal as usual. Each member of the BAU woke up with the hopes that today would be their day off. Each of them had made plans already with the confidence that this Saturday would be the Saturday they'd been waiting for. At noon, Saturday turned out to be just like any other Saturday. JJ called them in with an urgent case.

"Yesterday night, two local detectives went missing," she presented the profile pictures of two male detectives on the screen behind her. "This morning—" JJ switched screens to show the corpses of the same two men, "—their bodies were found in their respective neighborhood streets."

"Well that speaks to heavy bravery," Morgan said as he studied the corpses on the screen. "The Unsub left each corpse on their street?"

"Means they were stalked too," Spencer noted. "To know where each victim lived and to know at what times to leave the corpses means the Unsub had to have taken at least a few days to stalk them."

"There was no sign of torture whatsoever, just one straight bullet to the head," JJ said as she clicked through the next series of photos.

"Why are we just being informed of this right now?" asked Rossi.

JJ's expression indicated they wouldn't like the next thing she said. "Because as of one hour ago, another detective has gone missing."

"In broad daylight?" Emily raised an eyebrow.

"In the middle of his shift," JJ clarified, making it even worse. The screen behind her switched again to show them the profile picture of their latest victim. "Detective Howard Jones was on his way to the precinct after coming back with a lead on a case when he disappeared."

"Was that case related to this?"

"Not that anyone can see," JJ shrugged.

"Detectives usually work with partners," Morgan started to say when JJ nodded.

"Detective Jones' partner ran late today. By the time he got around, Jones was already gone."

"This is a direct attack on the local precinct," Hotch said as he rose from his seat. "The Captain's already waiting for us. This Unsub isn't leaving a big time lapse between kills which means we need to hurry."

Everyone else agreed. As they started filing out of the room, Hotch purposely lingered behind to get a word with JJ while she "gathered the paperwork" off the table.

"Strauss has made it clear," she spoke quietly in case any other ears lingered by the doorway.

"I'm sorry," Hotch said and felt terrible that it was all he could say.

JJ met his guilt-riddened face and smiled lightly. "It's not your fault. I don't even think it's Strauss' fault. When the Pentagon wants something, it gets it. In this case, it gets me." She hated the reality of it but she wasn't going to kick and thrash to keep her job at the BAU. She needed to be smarter about things but it never meant that she was giving up.

"I will try my best to keep you here, but…" Hotch didn't want to give her false hope. He too was very puzzled why the Pentagon took such a huge interest in JJ in the first place. He had no doubt that JJ was capable of big things but the Pentagon insisted that JJ was the sole woman for the job they needed her for.

"I know," JJ said. All she could do was be thankful that he would still try to fight for her position one more time but if she was being honest she didn't have a lot of hope that it would work.

~ 0 ~

As the team entered the precinct, one older man emerged from an office—presumably the Captain—while a younger man trailed behind him. Judging by the young man's grim expression, the team quickly deduced that he had to be the tardy partner.

"Captain Orson Kendal," the older man introduced himself then gestured to the younger man at his side. "Detective Mateo Serrano."

The man shook hands with Hotch and looked past him to the rest of the team. "Please tell me you can find this guy quick." He was up to speed on the short time lapse between victims. "Jones has a kid on the way."

"We'll do everything we can," Hotch assured.

The team was led into one of the conference rooms to set up. Very soon they had accompanying evidence board and more reports from the last two victims. They certainly weren't starting from scratch.

The two detectives lived pretty average lives with stellar records in their job. There was nothing to suggest they were rogue in any aspect of their lives.

"They even got early promotions," Emily noted from their files in her hand. "The first victim, Collin Martin, he was given his badge a few months ago. The second victim, Xavier Quentin, got his badge at the beginning of the year. Could that be a link?"

"Between them, yes, but the third detective has had years with his badge," Spencer said from his end of the table. He turned his head at a certain detail that jumped out. "He was being considered for a spot in Homicide, though."

"Not a promotion but it could've been seen as a better opportunity," Rossi theorized. "That's a link."

"So what, this Unsub is going after stellar detectives?" While it was a good guess, Morgan felt like there was something missing from the picture. "There has to be something else linking them together."

"If there is, we won't find it on paper," Hotch was looking through the window of the room. He had been studying the partner Jones left behind. "Morgan and Spencer, talk to Serrano for some better insight on Jones. If anything, we might get something off him too."

"You think he could be in on it?" JJ asked.

"I don't know but he was late today of all days."

It was a fair assessment. While the detective in question was taken aside for questioning, Emily and Rossi were to seek the families of the other 2 victims.

Mateo knew he was being interrogated even when it was covered up with fake excuses. He followed Morgan and Spencer into the conference room under the guise of "just talking". He wasn't a detective for nothing.

"Look, I know it's suspicious that I came in late just as my partner was taken," he started once the door was closed behind them. "But there really was a legitimate reason. My wife had to go see her mom unexpectedly and I had to find a quick babysitter for our four year old son. If you want to check that alibi, I had to buy a plane ticket going for a million dollars because of how impromptu it was. You can even call my sister right now. She's the babysitter."

Well, the agents would give Mateo that benefit of the doubt based on his expression. The ticket must have been that expensive. They would still go ahead and have Penelope double check to make sure it was true. For the moment, they would switch gears to focus on Jones.

"Did he seem a little odd yesterday?" Morgan started the subject. "Maybe like he knew this was coming?"

Mateo thought about it but ultimately shook his head. "No, it was like any other day. We came in, we did our work, we went home."

"Did he say anything before you went your ways?" asked Spencer. "Maybe about something he noticed, a concern?"

"Not really," sighed Mateo. "Guys, his wife's due in like 2 weeks. There's no way Jones wasn't going home last night. You guys have kids?" Both agents shook their heads. "When my wife was close to her due date, I was at her side as much as I could. When I wasn't at work, I was with her. That's what Jones was doing these days."

"Okay," Morgan nodded. "Point taken. But if you remember anything new, let us know."

"I swear," Mateo assured them he was on their side. "Just find him..

~0~

As soon as the interrogation was over, all hands turned to Penelope Garcia for confirmation.

"Yup, I see the pricey ticket he bought this morning," she sucked in a breath as she read more of the details on her screen. "Airlines are thieves in disguise. One way ticket to Memphis this morning on his credit card."

"While you're there, start a background check on all the detectives in the precinct," Hotch gave the order and suddenly had all eyes on him.

Even Penelope was left slightly puzzled. "I didn't know everyone there was a suspect," she remarked.

"Preliminary," Hotch took a quick glance at the window where they could see the precinct at work. "It's a direct attack to the precinct and more than often it turns out to be one of their own."

"Okay, I will call back when I get something," Penelope said before ending the call.

"You really think one of them could've done it?" Emily asked Hotch after.

"We'll see," he said before dividing them up for new tasks.

~0~

Penelope did her due diligence as she was searching through the detectives of the precinct. She thought it would be better to start with the 2 victims and the current one for a possible link to then specifically scope through the rest of the precinct. To her luck, she found a few possible links that would be helpful for the team. She then opened it up to the rest of the precinct and she got quite the number.

It was fate that Morgan had called her seconds later. "You're on speaker baby girl," he gave the usual warning.

"Okay so we might have a winner," she started. Her drumming fingers were running in the background. "Turns out that victim number 1 and 2 were part of a lucky group that got into an altercation with another detective in the precinct. Detective Miles Holloway was fired 6 months ago for this precise altercation, but it was just the last straw in a series of many other similar incidents."

"You said group?" Hotch asked. His gaze on the bullpen shifted from possible unsubs to the next future victims if they didn't hurry.

"Yup!" Penelope popped the 'p' in her answer. "Because Howard Jones was also part of another incident. Holloway was aggressive to the point of nearly throwing punches at these men."

"There's our reasoning," Emily said sourly. "Good old fashion revenge."

"And he wouldn't have had to stalk these men if he already worked with them," Spencer added. "How long did Holloway work here, Garcia?"

"About 10 years. Everyone knew him well."

"Who else did he have problems with?" asked Rossi.

"Umm, there were 3 more and get this…" Penelope suddenly trailed off when something popped up on her screen.

"Garcia?" Rossi looked around at the others, silently wondering if he'd made the woman pause for some reason. She was rarely quiet.

Whatever had stopped Penelope made her entirely shift. "Umm…uh, never mind. I mean, I have to do some more digging. Be back!" She promptly hung up, leaving behind a very confused group of people.

"Is she okay?" JJ specifically looked at Morgan for that question. The man could only shrug.

"We still got a suspect though," Emily pointed out.

"Start talking to Serrano about him," instructed Hotch. "He probably knows more in detail about what happened with his partner and Holloway." Emily agreed and headed off to retrieve the detective in question.

A few minutes later, Spencer felt his phone buzzing. He slowly brought the phone up to his ear. "Hello…?"

"Spencer!" Penelope practically yelled so loud that he had to yank the phone off his ear for a moment. It brought some odd looks from the others in the room.

"What is it?" He soon asked once he thought it was safe for his eardrums.

"Are you alone!?"

"Not quite…?"

"Then be alone!"

"What—"

"Just do it!"

Spencer was beyond confused but he still did what Penelope said. He left the room without saying anything. "Alright, now what?"

"The altercations are the links but I may have found something I shouldn't have."

Spencer's eyebrows knotted together at her odd choice of words. "That's what we always do."

Penelope sighed, figuring that he wouldn't initially understand her. "Okay, so Holloway had a list of people he had incidents with, including our victims, but there's a double-whammy in the list. He had a problem with Mateo Serrano."

"Okay, so he's probably next on the victim list. I'll let the others know—"

"Then you're going to have to let them know that his sister's on that list too!" Penelope said just a bit too fast for Spencer. "Like, urgently!"

Spencer still didn't understand why she was so worked up. Yes, it was bad but it wasn't something new to them either. They saw this all the time. "Garcia, you're going to have just tell me—"

Penelope groaned. "You are really putting your genius-hood in question here!" She could just imagine the face Spencer was making. "Mateo got into an argument with Holloway because according to Mateo's sister, Holloway had been relentlessly asking her out. It got to the point where she filed a restraining order but it never saw the light of day."

"She retracted," Spencer concluded.

"Right, the restraining order was never officially processed and that was that."

"But the relationship between Mateo and Holloway never recovered." It wasn't that hard to deduce the terse tension left between the two men.

"Well if some guy was harassing my sister I wouldn't want to be their best friend," Penelope huffed. She certainly wouldn't.

"I get the situation but I don't understand why I couldn't take the call with the others," Spencer cast a glance back at the conference.

"Oh you'll get it in a minute," Penelope promised. "Because guess who Mateo's sister is?"

"I'm not psychic, Garcia."

"No, but you've met her. At least I think you have because no one else has that name around here. The restraining order was filed by one Aitana Serrano….one month ago."

Silence stretched between the two for a good moment. Penelope wondered if Spencer still remembered that name only to remember herself that he automatically would. Whether or not he wanted to, that was still unclear, he did remember.

"You still there?" Penelope cautiously called after the Silence became too much. "Do you...it's the same name as that girl…"

Spencer awkwardly cleared his throat and agreed. "It is, yeah," he nodded.

"I have her picture," Penelope started, "I don't...I never knew what she looked like but you would. I'll send it to your tablet?"

Spencer deliberated in his answer. His mind was starting to race with different thoughts. He left all matters of Aitana two years ago when he handed her journal to her best friend. At that time, it was all he could do. If this was really her, if it was true that she was back, why was he feeling a little upset?

"Spencer?" Penelope called again.

Hearing her voice snapped him into a speedy state. "Yeah, yeah! Send it!" He was already running back for the conference room.

"Did it!" Penelope exclaimed.

Spencer was like a blur coming in and out of the conference room. He may have heard the "you alright?" from Morgan but he didn't stop for anyone. He had his phone pressed between his ear and shoulder as he turned the tablet on. He found the attachment Penelope sent in and immediately clicked it open.

"Is it her?" Penelope could barely hold in her excitement from the other end of the line. "Is it the girl?"

Spencer lost his air for a second. Long haired, soft hazel brown eyes and a freckled face?

"You said 1 month ago?" His mouth was dry too.

It wasn't quite the answer Penelope was waiting for but she still responded. "Uh, yes! One month ago the restraining order was filed but a week later it was pulled from the process. But...Spencer, is it her?"

"It's her," he said unusually quietly. He stared long and hard at the woman on the screen. Suddenly, all he could think off were the clown-face chocolate marshmallow lollipops he had started buying 2 years ago.

~ 0 ~

Mateo had answered Emily's questions as best as he could. He had agreed with Emily that perhaps sharing Detective Holloway's arguments with the two dead victims should've been done as soon as the BAU had arrived, and even more so that he had also been dismissed.

"It just sort of slipped my mind," Mateo shrugged in his seat. "I tend not to think about that guy anymore."

Just as Emily was about to say something, Spencer burst into the room. She flinched at this impromptu presence but soon realized he was far too tensed for his usual self. "What's—"

"He's lying!" Spencer outright accused the detective in the room. He came around the table as Mateo opened his mouth to demand what he was doing. "You wouldn't ever forget the man who harassed your sister!" Those words silenced Mateo in a snap.

"Harassed?" Emily repeated and watched the manner in which Spencer planted his tablet on the table for Mateo to see a picture. Emily's eyes nearly bulged from her head at the sight of Aitana's picture.

"That's his sister," Spencer said before she would ask the obvious. He was staring long and hard at Mateo who couldn't be more confused.

"What about it?" he asked.

"She's your sister?" Emily grabbed the tablet just to make sure she wasn't seeing wrong. It was definitely Aitana, the same girl they helped years back in San Diego. "But she's in Witness Pro—"

"Was," Spencer corrected sharply. His eyes still remained on Mateo despite the wide-eyed look Emily was now giving him. "Because according to Garcia, Aitana filed a restraining order against Holloway one month ago."

Mateo couldn't finish understanding why they were so hung up on his sister right now, especially why one agent looked mad as hell while the other was confused. "Yeah, so what? How do you know she was in Witness Protection?"

"We met her," Spencer said and soon had Emily trying to stop him.

"Hold on—"

"She was involved in another case—"

"Spencer, we have to sto—"

"—in which the unsub was also targeting her—"

"Spencer, hey!" Emily gave him a big shake by the arm. He turned to her but mostly because she forced him to. "Stop," she ordered him. She glanced at the lost detective across from them. "We'll be back in a bit." She pulled Spencer with her out of the room and only then did she let go of him. "What the hell was that?"

"He didn't mention Holloway nor the fact that he himself had an incident with him! He didn't think to let us know that his sister was involved too!"

Emily searched his face as he whisper-shouted his oh-so logical explanation that for once wasn't so logical. It was stunning, honestly. "Oh my God…" she said with a light gasp of realization. "...you're mad."

"What?"

Emily's lips curved into a smirk. "You're mad with Aitana."

"Emily—"

"You're mad at her," Emily concluded with all the certainty in the world.

"I am not," Spencer muttered. His eyes flickered to the interrogation room where Mateo was waiting. He wouldn't deny the immense desire to go back in there and ask about Aitana. When did she get back? How did it happen?

Where was all this curiosity coming from!?

"Yeah you are," Emily nodded. "Are you mad that she never called us or...what?"

"I'm just...dumbfounded," Spencer would leave it with that description. It wasn't a lie. "I did a lot for that journal of hers and I didn't expect a thank you or anything like that. I didn't really expect to ever hear about her again, but if she's here...she never thought about calling us? Just to let us know that she was okay?"

Emily tilted her head. Her smirk was gone and replaced with a warm smile. "I'm sure she had a good reason."

"Yeah, maybe I just cared over a stupid journal she probably forgot about the moment she moved." He had thought about it weeks after handing it to Elia. Maybe he'd gone too far with that journal. Maybe it didn't even matter anymore. He always did the wrong things when it came to people, especially women. Maybe Aitana found it all too weird.

"Well," Emily started, eyes flickering to the interrogation room, "We do have to finish the interrogation. We could ask about her…"

"No…" He knew aware that he didn't sound very sure there. Now that he knew Aitana was around, that curiosity was growing by the minute. Creep or not, he was curious and what he wanted to learn he usually did.

"If Aitana really is around, she can be in danger," Emily went on and this time she tried biting back her smirk. "We don't want that, right?"

Spencer sighed. "No."

"And we'll have to tell the others so if you really want a moment, you'll have to do this right now before they find out." That being said, she just returned to take the lead back into the interrogation room. When he did, she followed and finally let out the biggest smirk on her face.

Mateo was indeed waiting for them to return, but unhappily. "What the hell was that about?" he started demanding once he had the two agents in front of him. "How do you know about my sister? How do you know my sister?"

Spencer was much calmer when he answered but there was still some noticeable shifting in his stance. "We ran into her about 2 years ago on another case."

"That she was involved in," Mateo reminded him of those words he'd said. "My sister would never be involved in anything illegal—"

"That's not what I meant, I'm sorry." Perhaps bursting into the room with all those odd feelings hadn't been the best way to come about this, but now Spencer had to live with it. "I meant that the case we worked on involved the same people that put her into Witness in the first place."

It was clear by Mateo's expression that he had no idea what he was talking about. "I don't...what? They found her!?"

"Some of them, but we managed to capture one of the leaders."

"Aitana never mentioned that," Mateo shook his head but Emily noticed a trace of anger in his face.

"It was too much trauma," she chimed in. Aitana wouldn't need that type of anger thrown her way. "She was in a hostage situation along with a friend she'd made. I doubt she would want to relive that."

"You really should have mentioned that Holloway had an incident with her and you," Spencer couldn't help the accusatory tone his voice had garnered. "Especially about Aitana. It changes everything."

"How?"

"Aitana filed the restraining order against Holloway one month ago—that was probably the stressor that made Holloway snap," Emily explained lightly. It was all about to come crashing down on Mateo. "He's gone on a vengeance journey that's going to end with Aitana and you. At this time we may have to assume that Jones is already dead."

"No!" Mateo exclaimed.

"And now you and your sister are next."

"Listen well," Spencer leaned forwards on the table. "Where is Aitana right now?"

Something flashed across Mateo's eyes. "She's...she's with my son. She's babysitting. Oh my God!" He was quick to jump out of his chair in full blown panic. "I have to get to them!"

Emily quickly tried calming him down while Spencer rushed out of the room to find the others. He had the luck to share with them what Penelope had discovered and where they stood now.

"Girl can't keep herself out of trouble, huh?" Morgan said on their way out of the room. It blew his mind that they would actually cross paths with the same victim again, much more a Witness Protection victim too.

Spencer didn't pay too much attention to the comment. He was dialing Penelope as they walked. They had already asked her to follow up on everything she could find on Holloway.

"Hey! I'm so glad you called!" Penelope sounded utterly relieved.

"Garcia, can you pinpoint Aitana's current location?" He asked. "All my calls keep going to voicemail."

Before Penelope even spoke he could hear her fingers on her keyboard. Seconds later she had the answer. "Last known location was at a park down Main and Loff street. She made…" Penelope found time to chuckle, "...she made an online purchase for a 5000 piece jigsaw puzzle. Not what I would buy with my money but to each their own."

"Alright, thanks!"

"Yup! But listen," she started just before Spencer would hang up on her, "are you alright? I mean...I remember the whole thing with the journal—"

"It's fine, Garcia. I'm fine." Why wouldn't he be fine? This was just another day at work. He shouldn't have acted so rash and frantic in the beginning. He simply shouldn't have. "Find everything else you can on Holloway. We need his location too." He was quick to end the call before Penelope would say something else. He didn't want to keep talking about it.

He found the others in the bullpen, right in front of the entrance. Mateo was anxiously waiting for news about his sister and son.

"Our technical analyst said her last location ping was off of Main and Loff street," Spencer had just finished saying when Mateo jumped in.

"The park! There's a, uh, park that my son loves to go to! Logan always begs to go there. Aitana must have brought him there for the afternoon!"

"We have Holloway's last known address so we'll check that first," Hotch decided. "JJ and Spencer will find Aitana and Logan and bring them back here."

"I can bring them," Mateo said quickly but was, of course, denied.

"You're better off staying here," Morgan said, gesturing the many eyes that would be on him in case Holloway tried anything.

Mateo shook his head. "No! If you're bringing Aitana and Logan here then I'm coming with you to Holloway's house. He killed two of my co-workers, he may still have my partner. I'm coming." He moved around them to get ahead but no one was going to argue with him.

"Go," Hotch told the team. Time was of the essence and he wasn't going to waste it with a pointless argument.

~0~

The drive to the park seemed to be agonizingly slow. JJ was genuinely afraid that Spencer would lose his patience with her driving any moment now. She was going as fast as she could and if she was being honest, she didn't understand why he was so worked up.

"You sure you're okay?" she asked after making the turn that would lead them into the park's street. She had asked him the same thing when they left the precinct and, just like that time, Spencer answered with the same words.

"Of course." Yet he wouldn't look at her. He was too busy scoping the view from his window, as if the unsub was right beside them.

"I can't believe we're dealing with the same woman again," JJ said. "What are the odds, right?"

"The typical 1 to 10,000,000 but since we travel to multiple cities the exact number is a bit higher than that." The words so easily flowed from Spencer's mouth that by this point, JJ knew better than to comment about it. "There's the park!"

JJ made an unceremonious stop in a red zone. Both agents fled the car to find Aitana who, with luck, would still be around.

"Take the playground, I'll ask around if they've seen them," JJ said, taking the lead towards an ongoing party by the benches. They had pictures ready to go.

Spencer headed straight for the playground but it was harder to scope the child rather than Aitana first. Don't assume that she'll look the same, his mind suddenly warned. He was right. He couldn't assume that Aitana was going to be the same.

He looked around again with more focus. There were several children playing, mostly from the party going on, so he decided to search for the children playing on their own. Those would most likely be from the few parents who happened to be visiting.

And then he heard a voice.

"Logan! You need to slide down on your bottom!"

A child laughed. "It's funner this way!"

The woman groaned. "You better slide down the right way, mister!"

Spencer couldn't search fast enough. He saw JJ twice before he was able to spot a familiar brunette figure walking away from the playground. She was walking cautiously over the wooden-bits towards the bench directly ahead. She wasn't right the first time around but the closer Spencer got to her, the more sure he was that she was...

"Aitana?"

The brunette woman stopped just as she had placed one foot on the cement ground. She turned sideways and saw Spencer slowly approaching her. Her eyes widened. "Spencer?"

He swallowed hard at the sight of her. Of course he would miss her in the beginning. Her hair was shorter. It was shoulder-length and she had straight bangs covering her forehead. She wore a casual red dress with white flowers. She didn't look like the Witness Protection victim they'd met two years ago.

"You...you cut your hair." For some reason, his mouth decided to say that first.

It brought a smile to Aitana's lips. "So did you," she pointed at him. Last time she'd seen him, he had a similar shoulder-length style going on.

Spencer recalled it with a light nod of his head. "Yeah," he cleared his throat.

It was then that it truly hit Aitana that they were actually meeting again. She turned her body completely in his direction. "How did…?" She stopped short when she realized her question be utterly stupid. How did you find me? Seriously, Aitana? "What are you doing here?" she settled for instead.

"We need you to come with us." Spencer watched her face scrunch with genuine confusion. She clearly hadn't gotten his brother's calls. "You're in danger."

"Uuh," Aitana tucked some hair behind her right ear. "I don't know how well informed you are but I'm not...I'm not in Witness Protection anymore."

"Yeah, yeah, we know," Spencer nodded quickly but he left silence between them.

Aitana got the feeling that there was something he was holding back and she had an idea of what it was. "Listen, I didn't really know what to do when I got out—"

"We need you and your nephew to come with us to your brother's precinct," Spencer interrupted her, although if someone asked him 'why' he wouldn't be able to answer.

Aitana was caught off guard with the interruption, more so with what he had said. "What? Why? I'm babysitting Logan…"

"Do you remember Miles Holloway?"

Aitana's face scrunched again but this time it was done in disdain. "Of course I do. You never forget the people who harass you."

"You filed a restraining order against him…"

"Yeah, I did…"

Spencer studied the shift in her body. "But you retracted?" Aitana nodded. "Why?"

She cocked her head to the side. "Really? I filed a restraining order against a decorated detective? In the precinct where my brother works? A place where he would run into him all the time?" Spencer lowered his head. Aitana sighed. "I wasn't going to put my brother through that. Mateo loves that place. So, I took it back. Plus, not a lot of people believe me nowadays."

"...but your brother didn't forget," Spencer said quietly, "And neither did Holloway."

"What do you mean?"

"We're pretty sure that Holloway is responsible for 2 homicides of detectives from your brother's precinct and a current missing detective. Your brother's partner, Jones, is the one missing."

Aitana's eyes widened anew. "What!? Mateo didn't—"

"We tried calling you," Spencer said, only for Aitana to turn away and rush towards the bench where her bag was. "Mateo left voicemails." He hurried after her and watched her ransack the bag for her cellphone.

"I was with Logan, I didn't have my phone…" Aitana soon began to see the dozens of missed calls from Mateo. "I don't...Holloway was a creep but he wasn't a murderer. What made him snap?"

Spencer met her gaze silently. He didn't want to answer that because he was sure of how she would react. Too bad she still understood.

Guilt flashed across her eyes. "Me," she whispered. Her arms lowered to her side, her right hand clutching her phone. "I said 'no' and…"

"It's not your fault."

Aitana shook her head and dropped her phone into her purse quite strongly. "You and your team must think terrible of me. Last time we met, this was also my fault."

"Aitana, we don't blame you for either case. It is no one's fault when someone decides to murder. Right now, we just need to get back to the precinct where we can keep you safe."

"I have Logan…" Aitana glanced at the playground where her nephew was playing blissfully unaware of what was going on.

"We're taking both of you," Spencer assured her.

But something else struck Aitana. "My brother! Mateo! Where's Mateo?" She turned back to him in a whole new state of panic. "Did Holloway do something—"

"N-n-n-n-no, he's fine! He's okay!" Spencer had to raise his voice over hers to get her to stop. They must look pretty crazy to the others around them. "Aitana, listen to me! He's fine!"

"But Holloway—"

"Mateo went with some of the others to Holloway's home—"

Aitana was horrified. "What!?" Spencer winced. That was definitely the wrong thing to say. "You let him go to Holloway's house!? That's a terrible idea!"

"Hey, you did something similar the last time we met, remember!?" Spencer didn't mean to throw that back in her face but it was the first thing that popped onto his head after she had said her words. "Mateo will be fine. Please, just get your nephew and your stuff and come with me."

Aitana took in a breath to calm down. Yelling at him certainly wasn't the solution. "Sorry, I-I—"

"It's alright," Spencer stopped her from stuttering an apology he really didn't need. "Just get your nephew and we'll go."

Aitana nodded with a shaky manner. "O-okay." She turned towards the playground, eyes already searching for her nephew. She made two steps forwards before a gun fired.

Everyone in the park screamed and froze in their spots.

A/N:

She's heeeeeeere! I finally get to present to you Aitana, at least briefly this time around. Just to clarify, we've skipped on over to season 6 hence the small JJ snippet in the beginning ;).

Happy New Years to those who have already crossed over! I'm in Mexico this year so I still have a whole day more ;)

P.S. As always, I have a tumblr account dedicated to my fanfic works! It's a place where anyone can comment about a story or even just talk to me! I often drop aesthetic work belonging to my stories too! Feel free to check it out, my URL is "saiilorstars"