It was a normal day

Chapter 1

Unexpected arrival

It was a normal day for the BAU.  Of course, day after day, for us was no ordinary day.  They examined the gory tattered bodies and went straight into the minds of killers, their days were not ours.  Spencer Reid sat at his desk, sipping his coffee reading Wicked: The Life and Times of The Wicked Witch of the West.  He looked up as the doors swung open and Morgan swung in, late as normal.

“You’re not gonna believe this Reid”, He said.

Reid let his curious insides run on his face, as well as his confusion.  And Reid was rarely confused or, at least, he let no one know it.

“Wha-“, he began, but then she ran in.

She was different from the last time he had seen her.  She had her long hair flowing down her back in a river of gold, not the medium length she had it in earlier and no colored extensions or dark make-up.  She had a long dress that mainly consisted of a pink corset, and a long flowing green skirt covered in gentle swirls of pink rose buds.

“Sorry! I had to let the kids off at school and-“, she began but Gideon held his hand up to stop her.

“Come meet the team”, he offered.

“Again?” she teased at him

Spencer of course, hardly remembered the girl, especially since she had no worn her usual attire.

A crowd had gathered around and the strangely dressed girl began flustered used to no attention, either that or the negative kind. Gideon defensively stepped in front of her.

“This,” he began, “Is Agent Kingsley”

She blushed in response.  No one ever called her that. There was no respect for a teenage FBI agent, no one ever had.  She lowered her head, but realized it was alright to be proud, so she stuck out her chin and threw back her shoulders.  Proud and defiant said her stature, proud and defiant. 

                Reid pushed his eyebrows together then and Morgan rolled his eyes at him. “Yeah Reid, Just put it on your face. Just let it all fall out.” Morgan thought.  No one had yet recognized her, and Gideon and Hotch wanted desperately to keep it that way.

                Caitlin Kingsley figured no one had recognized her. She was indifferent if they figured it out or not. Maybe it was for the best the team didn’t, she had antagonized them pretty well last time they crossed paths. She was almost fearful for them to remember her but it was highly unlikely. Even if they came across her case, they wouldn’t ever remember she was remotely involved, she was so minimally important to it, though a big part in there lives.

                She shook hands with everyone, except Reid who only nodded to her, uncomfortable in her presence, though he wasn’t sure why.  It was uncomfortable around most women even this girl, and he was the first to address it, even with her across from him.

“How old is she?”

Gideon shifted in his spot. “Eight-teen”

“I thought you had to be older “Morgan interjected.

“Yes, well,” Hotch said coming up behind them,” they made a gentle exception for this girl.”

She looked down, losing her defiance.

“That doesn’t seem very fair.  She’s just a child.” Reid half-yelled. 

“Well! Look at you! You’re as much a child as me.” Kingsley yelled, and then covered her mouth with her hand.

“You have no right to speak back to me.” Reid told her.” I’m your elder; therefore, I demand your respect.”

“I’ll show respect as I see fit!”

“Quiet!” Hotchner yelled. “You behave like children, for God’s sake stop!”

                Reid look sharply down and Kingsley squared her shoulders and flared her nostrils.

“You’ll find,” said she, “I’m rather…proud. Don’t ask me to swallow my pride, I may choke on it.”

She stormed out of the room leaving them rather puzzled.

“There’s just something about her.” Morgan said.

“She’s here,” Penelope said,” That’s what all of us are. She’s here. She’s not normal.”

Hotch stared after her. “She’s one of us.”

Chapter 2

                                                Into her head

“Okay,” JJ said “There have been a series of murders through the Northern Chicago area.”

She displayed the battered corpses on the screen and Kingsley let out a shriek. “Goodness!”

“The victims have been teenage boys, ages ranging from 13-15.  The Un-sub may be attacking these boys as a segregate for her/his real source of anger.”

“Anything else in common?” Morgan inquired.

“All brunette, around 130-160 pounds” JJ informed him.

“A bit chubby for normal teenage boys,” Reid stated.

“So the girl likes teddy bear boys,” Kingsley spoke up, “Maybe it’s a she who has a complex.”

“Good inquiry,” Agent Greenway complemented, “But it’s more possibly it’s a male.”

Kingsley showed her questioning features to her new colleague.

Gideon spoke up “The way he kills, look at the body.”He commanded, though the girl looked away.

“Look.” Firm, but commanding, his voice told her to beware his orders. She turned her head to eye the boy. Blood spilling from his veins… he could have been in band, or the basketball team.

“Tell us what you see.”He asked her.

Gently, her lower lip quivered.”A boy”

“More” said he.

“He… he played…soccer.”

“No, look at the wounds.” He ordered.

Once again she saw the boy, he smiled. She imagined him kicking the soccer ball to a team member as the crowd cheered his name.  The coach had benched him all season, this was his chance.

The blood…

He had other boys calling his name, more open for the shot then he. The wind wiped the sweat from his brow and the blood from his shins….

Dalton Wimberley… age 13…throat slashed, wrists gashed, stabbed 7 times in the chest

He let his leg swing back and the ball flew finally into the air…

The knife was raised

He knew he could do this….

The killer knew no one would catch him… the boy was sneaking no one knew he was gone, so no one was currently looking…

The ball flew into the air in the goal, no…no… a hand came down.

The knife came down.

The ball had been caught

The blood flew out

The game had been lost.

The boy was dead. The deed was done.

“He played soccer. And now he’s dead. It’s a she, I saw her.  And that alley is a good dump-sight; keep a look out on it.”

And Kingsley left for the flight.

“I’m now starting to believe what she said is true.” Gideon proclaimed shaking his head.

“What?” Greenway asked.

Hotchner sighed “She told us she was psychic.”

Reid sat across from her on the plane; she had pulled out an Edgar Allen Poe book, and pretended to ignore him. He blushed at her coldness, he felt thoroughly ashamed by what he had said to her and what she had said to him.

“Its, ah, funny how you can read books by a depressed, suicidal, mad-man but you can’t stand to look at the body on the screen.”

She turned a look of cold venom onto him and he recoiled into his chair at the look.

“Books,” she began “give you mental pictures in which you can change and mend as much as you wish.”

“You can’t change the words on the page” he contradicted stupidly.

“Spencer Reid,” she stated coldly, “perhaps its best were not friends.”

Dumbly, he stared at her.

“Though we were once upon another time, and surprised that great mind of yours hasn’t discovered me yet.” She rose and looked down upon him, giving her the impression of a goddess.

“You know me Spencer Reid.  You of all people know me, and know me well.”

She almost slipped a bar of Poor Unfortunate Souls into his ear, but thought it would give it away.  Though he never came to see her concert, she thought he liked her but a confirmation of pure loathing was him ignoring her. She went to sit in the very back of the plane and sit and she felt Spencer’s unsure, dumb-found gaze upon her. And underneath it all, she knew loathing wasn’t far behind. They would all know in time who she was. And she was not afraid, not afraid at all.

“How did you know it was a woman?” Gideon asked.

“Is it!??!” she piped up eagerly.

“No,” harsh and bland.

“The passion…” she began.

“Is the work of an-“

“Overkill that just it.” Said she, “This is someone who wanted this person dead passionately, the passion of a woman. And I saw her. Saw her with my own two eyes.”

“In your head, you saw something your sub-conscious created to human-ize the un-sub and victim. Your little girl brain-“

Kingsley’s nostrils flared. “Don’t. Call me ‘LITTLE GIRL!!’” Her Irish temper roared and Morgan could have sworn he saw Gideon flinch. But then he roared over her.
“You’ll learn to mind your tongue, in this team”

She pushed out her chin, Pride and Defiance.

Spencer took the hint that he had been warned. He shrunk down in his chair and she looked over at him.

You’re next her look screamed at him. Caitlin Kingsley remembered Reid, but he hadn’t remembered her and that infuriated her.  Reid wasn’t scared, no, that was an understatement. Spencer Reid had been paralyzed by Caitlin Kingsley, by her mind, and he had no idea why. For the first time, Spencer Reid was left with a question he couldn’t answer.

                Arriving in Chicago, the team was sent to various locations Gideon and Hotchner to the police station, Greenway to the first dump-sight, JJ to the second, Morgan to the third, Reid and Kingsley to the morgue.

“You’re kidding right?” she asked as the entered the black SUV together, she taking the wheel. 

“Do you even have your driver’s license?” he asked her.  Her retort was a hot stare that made him shrink in his seat.

“Do you have to patronize everything I say? Goodness you’re so condescending.” Her growl was gentler than before and somehow it eased him and the tension.

“I don’t mean for you to think I’m snobby,” said he.

“Well you’re coming off that way. Maybe you should…I don’t know… observe less. Or at least don’t comment on everything.”

“Act dumber than I am?” he asked.

“Precisely!” she exclaimed with a girlish giggle. Then, she stopped herself. Caitlin Kingsley didn’t giggle. She never had and never will.

                She turned up her nose and regained her airs, Spencer watching her all the while.

What is she doing? He thought. She just…completely changed her mood. Like, on purpose. Who was she? This girl was strange and unreal…unlike anything he’d ever seen. Words like ‘freak-show’ and ‘insane’ came to mind. Was she insane? It appeared to him very possible.

                Kingsley stopped in the parking lot outside the morgue.  Only four or five spaces to choose from and death was in the air. She held her breath as the smell of it hung in the air.

                Spencer had already popped out like this wasn’t an evil place, a horrid place as Kingsley saw it as. This was routine for him when he about turned to speak to whom he thought might make a good friend noticed he absence. So he bound back to the car and she watched his brazen hair fly behind him.

“What is it?” he asked. She shook her head.

“This is hell. The winged seraphs of heaven are singing dirges and we are here to dishevel their bodies. Isn’t there something wrong with that? This is horrid. Eddie couldn’t write more terrible, haunting stories.”

                And for the first time Spencer Reid took a good look at Caitlin or as good as any normal person could, for no mortal could understand her. The Lord had made it that way. She was meant to heal; her kind spirit was meant to drive any weak man mad. The girl was different.

                Spencer saw all the beauty underneath her, but he also saw all the horror. He saw how strong she was. And he saw how scared she was to be strong; she had so much on her shoulders to be great. She was terrified. She was pure.

                Ever so gently, he took her hand.

“Don’t look into their eyes,” he whispered, “but it is not a boy anymore. Now, it’s only a body, ‘tis only this and nothing more.”

                And once more she stuck out her chin and worked on her defiance and went in. She embraced her pride, and in her vanity, it engulfed her.

Chapter Three

Much to Learn

                The man running the morgue pulled back the sheet, and Reid shot out his hand to shut the eyes of Larry O’Hare. Kingsley flinched and turned her head, and she was partly ashamed, partly terrified. Ashamed because she didn’t want anyone, especially Reid to see her this weak. Terrified because she didn’t want to see this boy’s battered corpse. It would thoroughly disturb her, she would see it in her sleep, and she would constantly worry about her boy…

“He was severally injured, hit in the knees,” Stated the official man.

“So he couldn’t run,” Reid whispered.

“And his adrenaline levels were significantly high and he had a large amount of sweat on his skin, most of which was absorbed which suggest-“

“He tried to run,” stated Reid.

“And he thought he could make it,” Caitlin sobbed. Poor girl was about to vomit. This was too much for her. This could be anyone…a child she worked with at the orphanage…her boy. She turned to cover her blast of passionate disgust.

                Reid awkwardly tried to comfort her but it gave her brief surcease. She wanted more, she wanted to hold her kids again, her little boy and girl

“Well, you know what they say,” Said she. He inquired her with his curious eyes.

“It is natural for man to indulge in the illusions of hope.” He looked away unable to see the passion in her eyes. It assaulted him and forced him to feel what she felt. She pulled a rose from her hair.

“For his grave,” she instructed, and then kissed his head, “Dirge for them, the doubtly dead in that they died so young. Give my best regards to the parents, I-I just can imagine what they’re going through.” By then she couldn’t take it anymore. She ran to car and began to sob, turning into slow hyperventilation. Spencer saw this on his way to the car and let her finish.

                Her breathing slowed and she grabbed for her inhaler and Spencer entered the car.

“You can’t just lose control like that.”

“Don’t…” she begged.

“Kingsley, were supposed to be the top people in this line of work….”

“And that requires us to be heartless?” she asked incredulously. “That’s insane. Those boys…they had lives Spencer. Not lives like yours, definitely not lives like mine, but normal lives Spencer. The kind we wished we had when we were young. And it was amazing to them they had so much ahead of them. And suddenly…its devil takes the hindmost! Why? Why?”

“Sometimes…we have to trust things happen for a reason,” he whispered it so gently, she shuddered.

“But at what cost?”

He pursed his lips; once again she left him without words. She started the car and drove to the police station.

                Pulling in, she wiped her eyes and glanced in the mirror.

“Oh my!” she exclaimed.

“What?” he asked. “What now?”

“Don’t patronize me,” she snapped. “I just look like a blotchy mess. What if someone sees me this way?”

“Then to world will just explode,” he sarcastically stated.

“THANK YOU!” she screamed.

                He groaned and stalked heavily inside, his lanky body slumping. She laughed haughtily at him. He loathed her. Absolutely loathed. This wouldn’t be so bad.

“Where is she?” Morgan asked when he entered.

“Egh,” was simply Reid’s response.

“Do you like her?” Gideon asked.

“Loathing,” said he, “pure and utter loathing.” The room was utterly shocked. How could anyone loathe such a strange girl?

“And it’s mutual,” he grumbled.

The man in the corner of the room, dressed in navy police clad, cleared his throat and spoke.

“My name is Officer Doolittle. Back in my office is Deputy Butler.”

“Pleasure, my name is special agent Hotchner; this is special agents Greenway, Gideon, Morgan, and Jurua. This is Dr. Reid, and Miss- Special agent Kingsley will be with us momentarily,” Hotch stated adding a hard look for Reid, “hopefully.”

“Don’t let her push you around,” Reid told the Sheriff, “This is her first day on the job.”

That did it. Hotch and Gideon grabbed Reid and took him in the corner.

“Reid, I don’t know what you have against Miss Kingsley, but I suggest you get over it now. You don’t just say things like that to degrade a fellow agent, your own team mate.” Hotch stared down Reid angrily.

“She’s a child.” Reid said coldly.

“And so were you.” Hotch said stalking off. Gideon gently touched Reid’s arm.

“He gave you chance. Give her one. Don’t let her past-“

“Her past?” Reid quickly inquired.

Gideon’s eyes grew wide.”You mean you don’t know?”

“Know what, Gideon?”

“Regardless,” Gideon said with a wave of a hand, “She’s young, she has much to learn.”

“Speak of the devil…,” Morgan muttered.

                And in she came. She had changed out of the elaborate ball gown and hoop and into something that made all the men in the room drop their jaws. She was now wearing an all white dress that stopped just above her knees. Her neck line came down very low in a v-neck shape and the sleeves were short and both that and the hem had a strange curl to it. Then you heard a door slam, but few turned to look at it and Kingsley let out a shrill scream.

“Adam?” she asked incredulously.

“Caitlin? It can’t be….Look at you!” He said.

And he turned and picked up Caitlin so that the skirt on his dress teased at her thighs and made everyman in the room hold his breath.

“Ah! Put me down!” she cried.

                Reid stared at the man. He had so much terror fill him just then. The man was around 6’ 5” and had wavy black hair which he had slicked back. He wore a black tee shirt that hugged his masculine body and tight jeans to match. The thing that had frightened Reid so thoroughly was that Adams biceps were the size of Reid’s head.

“What are you doing here?” Adam said.

“I’m working for the FBI!” she said, like a little girl.

“Really? And so young! I always knew you’d be great but, I thought you were on Broadway!”

“I thought you were you too!”

“Opportunities came and went, but my-“

“Love never dies?” And the two burst out laughing.

“How’s the family?” He asked.

“Ugh, American.” The both made a face wrinkling their noses.

Elle and Morgan exchanged looks. And when they thought it couldn’t get any weirder, they began to sing, first Adam.

“In they came,” he whispered,” chasing sensation and romance.”

Then she,” Eyes a-flame! Desperate for pleasures yet unknown”

Then together, “Night and day, pouring in by the hundreds and thousands swept away as their every desire was made REAL!!!”

Then was unaware if they could clear their throats or not. It was so quiet, and the two just stared into each other’s eyes, like love-sick puppies. It thoroughly freaked Reid out but, he knew one thing, everyone in the room had been captivated by their voices. Especially hers, and Rossi smiled and he thought her saw one on Hotch’s. They had sung like angels. He remembered her speaking of angels, she called them winged seraphs. She was strange… who was she? She said he knew her…who? Who?

“Hey, I gotta go Kitty; wanna come out to dinner tonight?”

She blushed,” I can’t believe you’re still going to call me that. I don’t know…I’ll call you later?”

“I would be honored my lady.”

“Monsieur, I would be thoroughly delighted.”

“It will be like old times.”

“Hold your tongue, rise up your hands to the level of your eyes.”

“Nothing can save me now.”

“You’ve past the point of no return….”She sang.

“Angel of music,” he sang simultaneously,” you deceived me.”

“I gave you my mind blindly.” She whispered seductively and half the room was tempted.

“Bye kitty.”

“Good-bye Adam.” He left and she sighed and the room tried to turn the normal, and Caitlin stared dreamily out into the twilight, twirling her hair.

“It’s getting late,” Hotchner said, “Best go to the hotel rooms. No more we can do here tonight.”

                The team rode in two separate cars: Hotch, Gideon, and JJ in one, Morgan, Reid, Kingsley and Greenway in the other. Morgan was driving and Elle occupied the passengers and Reid and Kingsley in the back. He thought she was napping, the way her head nodded slowly on every bump, and then he started getting scared. Her breathing was heavy and ragged and it was starting to sound like hyperventilation. Then, she abruptly sat up and her head banged against the seat and her hair flew around her face.  She let out a scream and sobbed.

“Its here!” her voice deep and monotone.

Morgan slammed on the breaks. Her breath was heavy and it came in sharp segments.

“The one who walks the night, and murders all that’s good. Kills for rage and justice, a sacred soul split in two. Many shall die unless we act. Go! Now!”

And Elle simply by chance slipped back a sliver of hair and it reveled shadows in her peripheral vision.

“Oh my God!” She screamed, jumping out of the car. “FBI!”

“What?” Reid asked, and then he saw it too. The unsub, stabbing a young boy. The unsub looked up and ran, even with Elle firing after her/him.

Kingsley had regained composure, as if nothing had happened and jumped out to the boy.

“Shhh, look at me. Look at my eyes. What’s your name? Can you tell me your name?”

“M-Micheal.” It was barely audible.

“Micheal. That’s a pretty name. You have pretty blue eyes…There your mother’s. Shhh. Don’t talk. I know…I know.”

“The ambulance is comin!” Morgan yelled.

“Jesus Christ why does it take the ambulance 20 minutes to get everywhere!”She screamed.

And the whole time, she talked to the boy, calming him, asking him to talk to look into her eyes. She told him a story, of a fairy girl and an evil man who loved her and how he punished her because she wouldn’t love him. In the end a girl found a man who loved her, he was blind. And he asked her what became of the evil ugly man.

“In his rage and anger at the world, he died, unnoticed and unloved. And maybe the girl would have loved him, if he just showed her the beauty within.”

  Reid couldn't help but be touched by the story. It was so...he couldn't say real. He forbade himself to say it. The sirens came flashing up behind them and the paramedic tried to pry the boy from Kingsley's grasp. She hissed.

"Ma'am, you have to let go."

"I'm not leaving him," she growled, and turned on Greenway,"Elle, tell them I can't leave him."

Elle only stared.

"Morgan," Caitlin tried again,"He's a witness. Please...please let me go. I'll call his parents, I'll do all the paperwork, but I have to go." At this point the medics were already working on the boy as they stood there. He needed a hospital.

"Fine," Morgan said, resigned.

Kingsley wasted no time hopping into the ambulance and asking the medics if there was anything she could do.

********

Elle heard the door to the hotel room next to hers slam close. Kingsley, she thought. Elle crept up out of her bed, the files of the boys all around her. She had just gotten to bed. Damn, this line of work was hard, but Elle was up for this hard work. She had to be.

      She crept out of her room and knocked gently on the door beside hers.

"Kingsley," she whispered behind the wood.

She heard a noise, a mix between a sharp intake of breath and a screech, like she had pushed a hand over her own mouth to stifle the scream.  A mix of papers and a sharp shuffling sound . Like she was moving something.

She put her dresser in front of the door, thought Elle, smart.

Finally, the door flew open, missing Greenway by inches thanks to her reflexes.

"Hey," said the girl. She looked up and down the hallway with her sly eyes, and Elle thought how silly she looked. The girl had on a little red nightgown with fluff at the top, showing the pitiful excuse for cleavage. Though, she had put on flannel pants that had little owls on them. The pants had feet to them.

Footie pajamas? thought Elle. On a profiler?

Her long blonde hair had been pulled up into a sloppy bun, and the strands fell every which way and that. Her eyelids were a dark purple and Elle wasn't sure if it was like that the first time she saw her. But, her eyes were what struck Elle as the funniest. This hysterical get up, this young little thing that acclaimed to be wise and old looked so young. Yet, her look told Elle that she was sure and strong.

       

        Quickly, Caitlin shuffled Elle into the room, as if trying to hide. Then, her derogatory changed entirely. She plastered a little smile onto her face and cocked her head; the picture of innocence. Elle thought again how bizarre the girl was.

"How are you?" she asked, her little voice happy but almost menacing, if that makes sense.

"Uh, I uh I'm fine. I just wanted to check on you. That...episode you had was bad."

A confused look passed her face but just as quickly it subsided. "Oh, honey, I'm fine. Honest!" her smile sold it.

"Okaaaay," Elle said,"I'll be on my way then." she hadn't felt welcome in the first place.

"Toodles!" crooned the strange girl.

And the second Elle stepped out, the door slammed and the dead bolt was locked, and the whole town had heard it.

****

Reid was at the police station, stirring his coffee bitterly. So, the princess had found the un-sub. WhoopDee freakin' doo! So, Miss Priss found the boy and had possibly saved his life. And without her, the team never would have found the boy until he was already dead. Reid owed her for that. He owed part of his sanity.

        

       Hotchner had already assigned that the second Miss Kingsley came through the door, he was to take her to the hospital to interview the boy. What made him truly sick in the stomach was that he knew how happy she wouldsecond Miss Kingsley came through the door, he was to take her to the hospital to interview the boy. What made him truly sick in the stomach was that he knew how happy she would be to see the boy again. He knew this would be his final moments. And her little heart wouldn't want to trouble him for the cause of our case, and other boys lives. But she wouldn't think of that, no Sirree.

     

        He saw Deputy Butler in his office, smiling and gawking at something on his computer screen like and idiot. How did he know Kingsley? It can't be from law enforcement because he asked her how she came to be in it. He was...loathing...pure and utter loathing, he reminded himself, and it was mutual.

       

         What was that dumb-ass deputy looking at?  His huge muscles flexing as he laughed. Ugh. His wavy hair greased back. He could just see Kingsley running her hands through it...

     

         The door flumped open and Reid jumped a foot in the air as Deputy Butler's eyes shot up and had such steel in them it was scary. The opener had their head buried in a file so you could not see anything, except for that tuff of hair she had piled on her head. It was blonde, but not JJ's blonde. JJ's blonde was...yellow. Caitlin Kingsley's hair was a brownish blonde, with an odd shine to it. Walking in she looked like a drawn upon doll, forced to look as serious as possible. It seemed comical on such a girl.

"Kingsley," his lips tumbled across her name, it just felt weird saying it.

Her blue eyes jumped up and met his and she plastered on the fake smile he was growing acquainted with. He forced himself to smile back in his own awkward way.

"Hey," she said, with a toss of her hair. She looked shyly at the ground, not meeting his gaze. "I really wanted to say that, ah, I'm sorry how I behaved yesterday."

"Really?" he asked, then wished he could take it back.

"Yeah."

"Oh," he said. "Well, we,ah, gotta get to the hospital."

She nodded detirmenedly. He couldn't help but notice that gleam of hope in her eyes, that she would get to see the boy. He knew her emotions were stronger than herself, stronger than him.

*********

Caitlin Kingsley sat next to Micheal, stroking his brown hair, staring into his blue eyes when they were strong enough to open. Reid sat in the corner.

"Ask him again," Reid prompted.

She nodded."Hey, honey?" she asked, the little boy flicked his eyes open and Kingsley smiled at him. "Are you ready to-to tell us?"

The boy coughed. "I d-d-don't re-remmembu-buer." he stuttered. Her eyes widened in response.

"You're cold." It was a statement. "Reid, get some blankets. Damn hospital, I can't blame you sweetie it's so cold." He weakly smiled at her and she smiled motherly. Reid grimanced at the both of them. She was getting to attached to him.

       Reid was happy to get a chance to retreat in the hallway, until he saw his commander.

"Hotchner?"

"Reid, what's taking so long?" Hotchner asked, clearly concerned.

Reid shook his head angrilly," The girl..."

Hotchner sighed,"Go easy on her Reid, we all start somewhere. She passed the test on children in college with flying colors. It's her specialty. Elle does sex abuse crimes, Morgan murder along with you, she child cases."

"How long does the boy have?" Reid asked sweeter.

"...the doctor said he wouldn't last the day."

"The boy won't coroporate, and she won't push it out of him."

"Don't act like you can't see where she's coming from. His final moments Reid."

"Yes, lets make them as cushy as possible so other boys can die while we sit in vast ignorance."

"Reid where is that damn blanket!" Kingsley yelled, entering the hallway.

"Sorry."

"It's fine," she hissed, clearly not meaning it," he's just so cold. I just...I feel for him. Ya know?"

"Yes," Hotchner pushed out before Reid could interject.

"Hey Kingsley," Reid yelled, just as she was retreating to the room. Hotch looked at him crossly. Caitlin stared, eyes wide.  Reid shifted from one foot to the other. "I just, ah, why don't you go back to the station and work with Deputy Butler on the profiler. He said he was interested in learning." Reid was shocked he had told such a bold faced lie. But would she go otherwise?

She looked at her feet sadly," I don't want to leave him."

Hotchner almost reached out to stroke her arm, to console her but stopped. "It's better if you do," he said simply.

She didn't fight his judgement and left the hospital, but not before she said good night to the boy, kissing his forehead and telling him that it would be okay.

Reid knew that she knew she was lying despite her opptimism, but sometimes it was the best to lie in order to save the mind from fear when it was at its most naive and vunerable point.

Chapter 4

Who was she?

     Caitlin Kingsley sat dreamily and patetically on the lap of Adam Butler and Reid sat just feet across from them, but they paid him no mind.

"I still think it's a female," complaned the girl.

"Well," Reid said, "that's your guess against Gideon's"

"Is that all this is is guess work?"

"...most of the time, yeah."

"Glad to know the best defense are guessing," She groaned. Reid only rolled his eyes. "I mean," she began again," there's no proof. No solid evidence. I guessed it's a girl, you guess it's a guy. Honestly, we both have a fifty-fifty shot of being right."

"Drop it, please," Reid groaned.

"Remember the conversation we had about being condescending?" she smirked.

"Okay, lets take a drop off my morals and look at you," Reid hissed.

"We're working."

"So now your a workaholic?"

"Enough."

"After chit chat you're ready?" Reid taunted evily

"If we keep up this gab there's going to be another Micheal dead." she yelled. Reid stopped cold.

"...do you have any family?" he asked after a while. She was pinning her rants to the board that she had been pouring her heart into. She was going to use it as a cheat sheet for giving the profile that she and Gideon were giving. 

Her head swiveled toward him then looked shyly at the ground,"If you can call them that, yes."

"Siblings?"

"...A younger brother and sister."

"...Kids?"

She looked intently at the ground and began to open her mouth

"Reid!!" Morgan's voiced hissed over the walkie-talkie. Caitlin stifled shrill scream with her hand. Reid  lifted the walkie-talkie as he watched her lean resigned against the window, Adam at her side.

"What?" Reid asked.

"46 and Walter's. A boy."

Kingsley's eyes darted forward and a plaintive moan released from her lips.

"Let's go. Now."

She was already out the door before her sentence was completed.

***

"Oh God..." she cried. Her little ivory ballet slippers wouldn't let her go any closer to boy. She had a faint look about her, she looked sick.

"I'm human sue me," she growled as Gideon urged her forward.

"Peter Point, age 15, brown hair, blue eyes."

"Why do you think it's a woman?" Hotch asked as Adam stood over the body. Kingsley had her back to the scene, her hands on the hood of the cop car.

"The over kill isn't rage, but passion. She wasn't stabbing him fast and hard. But long, deep and-and-slow," she let another sob out of her lips."He shouldn't have died! I should've been here!"

"There's nothing you can do-" Gideon began.

"Don't say that to me! I've heard those words to many damn times!" She was in his face and she towered over Gideon's short stature, her long hair fallen and frizzed. An angry Aphrodite.

"Stop," Adam said, placing his big hand on her dainty arm. She breathed in angrily, but turned despairingly into the muscled Deputy and he took her in his arms. Reid watched as his muscles flexed when he held her, wasn't that a little too tight? He reminded himself to check from bruises from his big hands.

"I like where Kingsley is going with this," said Elle.

"...she may be right after all," Hotch continued.

"What?" Kingsley asked.

"Our un-sub may be a woman."

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"Garcia, get ready," Morgan warned.

"Oh my friends, the all knowing is always ready," teased the quirky blond over the speaker of the phone.

"Garcia, we need to find the stresser," Hotch said.

"Kingsley?" Gideon asked,"Any ideas?"

"A break up?" she replied sheepishly. The whole department was here.

"How do teenagers handle break ups?" he asked.

Kingsley swallowed and stared at her hands," She is laying in bed with the door locked and the notebook in the DVD player. Crumbled up tissues scattered all over the floor, music blasting so loud so nobody can hear her sobs. She's replaying the conversation thinking; I'll never get him back."

"...And...males?"

"He is sitting on the edge of his bed with the door locked. Call of Duty is in the xbox, but the controller is on the floor. His hair's a mess from him running his hands through it. He's replaying the last conversation thinking; I'll never get her back." Her eyes didn't leave the ground and they had begun to become red around the bottom. They all pretended to look away.

"How are we supposed to find a break-up?" Reid said, pissy."It's not like a divorce where it's always in the news paper."

"The Internet!" Kingsley screamed.

Reid stared.

"Everything is on the Internet! I myself am not a fan but everyone else is! Check blogs and dating sights, Penelope."

"Yes ma'am!" Garcia teased at Kingsley's being so assertive. Caitlin blushed.

"Nothing,"Garcia reported after a few minutes.

"C'mon baby girl," Morgan begged.

"Sorry, the all-knowing is limited sometimes."

"Kingsley?" Gideon asked.

Her eyes were on the ground, her eyebrows furrowed in frustration. She was thinking.
"Wait-why are we thinking break-ups if-she lost a son."

"What?" Reid asked.

"A mother's love...nothing compares. If she lost a son, around these boys age...I'd be upset enough to kill to."

"Why would she kill her own son? Symbolically?"

"Maybe an accident?" said Kingsley to Greenway's question,"A group of them got in trouble, only one survived?"

"Got it!" Screamed Garcia,"Vanessa Smith, her 14 year old son died in a motorcycle accident. Two other boys died in the accident, 4 survived. No of our victims were survivors from the crash."

"Then it's only a matter of time before she gets them,"Kingsley whispered,"Garcia, who got that boy on the bike?"

"Uh...Tommie West. 1126 Central Road."

"That's two blocks from here,"

"Go, now," Kingsley urged.

"911 call, may be related to our case," the walkie talkie said, with Chief Doolittle's voice.

"What street?"Hotch asked.

"Uh...1126 Central."

"Oh God..."Kingsley whispered.
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"Vanessa! Stop! FBI!"Morgan screamed.

"No! He...killed my son!" she screamed

"I didn't do anything!"screamed little Tommie, who was now around 18.

"No! SHUT! UP!" She yelled.

"No," urged Kingsley,"Vanessa, listen, it's not his fault."

"I said SHUT UP!"

"Vanessa, come out! Don't!"

"He deserves to di-"

Her sentence didn't even finish before her gun went off and then Morgan's in response.

And the two in the house were dead in that instant.

Adam went in as Kingsley collapsed to the ground and wrapped his arms around her. A plaintive moan went from her lips and she broke free of his grasp. Immediately, she stalked to the big black SUV and sat in the very back and Reid got in next to her, and pretended to look away. She kept her head in her hands and sobbed secretly the whole way home

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Back in Quantico, Caitlin breathed a sigh of relief. She, had made a big deal about leaving Adam (not as big a deal as Adam made, she merely said good-bye). He swore to see her soon and took off the ENTIRE month of February and booked plane tickets to Virginia.

    

    The girl flopped into the swirly chair at her desk, right in front of Reid's and when he sat at his, he couldn't see her behind the stack of novels on her desk.

    "What are you doing tonight kid?" Morgan asked him.

"Another night of lying in bed awake."

"Hey, kid. None of us can sleep either. Come out with us."

"Rather not, got this book to finish."

"What book are you reading?" Kingsley interjected behind the pile.

"Wicked,"Reid answered sheepishly.

"Good book. Sequel's better."

Reid wished she would just explode.

And she got up and tried to rush at the door.

"Hey Girly!" Morgan

She turned reluctantly to face him, with one hand on the door, she didn't bother to turn her whole body.

"Have a good night," Morgan said.

She looked at her feet and gave a soft laugh, almost a snort, and replied,"You too," then she looked at Reid,"That goes for the both of you." And she left

"She's so weird,"Reid whispered strained.

"I heard that!" She yelled from a hall with a wicked laugh that followed.

"...I think she likes you"

"Shut up," said Reid teasingly as he flopped his bag on his back and left, making sure to take the opposite elevator that she took down.

I really hoped you liked it, even though it wasn't much all stories start somewhere, sorry mine was so slow.

-Hoping your week was less stressful than mine, Meg Giry.