IMPOSSIBLE, s. reid

sixteen

Sophia walks into her house. Hotch made her go home, since she was refusing to take days off. She had to go get her car from Spencer's place.

She packs another bag, a bigger one this time. With casual clothes, not work clothes. She finishes packing her bag and right back out the door she goes. Her houses still a mess from Annie being murdered and from Oliver's lash outs.

AT A HOTEL

Sophia checks into a hotel. The lobby is nice looking, with red chairs lined against the wall. They look soft.

She glanced around before being handed a keycard.

"Thank you." Sophia smiles at the receptionist and makes her way down the hall, to the elevator.

The receptionist nods and goes back to whatever she was doing before Sophia showed up.

She gets into the elevator, one other person getting in there too. A young girl, maybe eight or nine.

"Hi there." The girl says, ina. cheerful voice.

"Hello." Sophia replies, with a slight smile.

The elevator doors open, Sophia steps out. Making her way down the hall, looking for her room.

'233'

She finds the room and inserts the keycard. It unlocks on the first try.

The room smells clean, like a hotel room. Obviously since it's a hotel.

The brunette sets her bag on the bed and flops back on it, but gets up within a few minutes. She walks over to the window and opens the blinds, as well as turning the A/C on.

TOMORROW MORNING 8:22 AM

Sophia's woken up by banging on her door. As well as the hundreds of voices outside her door.

She gets up and unlocks the door, opening it.

"We're evacuating the entire hotel, a murder happened downstairs. Everyone is exiting through the back door." A guest at the hotel tells her.

They look around Sophia's age.

Sophia dismisses the fact that they are supposed to evacuate. Not go check out the scene.

She makes her way downstairs, going the opposite way of everyone else.

Several police officers try to block Sophia from getting any closer, but she pulls out her badge, which she grabbed right before she left her room.

"I'm with the FBI." She tells them.

They let her through.

She examines the body, laying there lifeless. It's the receptionist that Sophia checked in with yesterday.

"There's a single stab wound to the stomach, not much aggression. The unsub most likely didn't know his victim." Sophia says.

"Unsub?" An officer scoffs at the strange word.

She rolls her eyes subtly, "Unknown subject."

The officer got a kick out of it and laughs about it.

"Any weapon nearby?" She asks.

"Yeah." He hands her the evidence bag, it's got a bloody knife inside.

"Run it for prints yet?"

"Nope, just found the body, not even thirty minutes ago."

Sophia nods and feels her pockets for her phone. It's not there.