His Dominant, Her Submissive

22.

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As Kiara got home, she set her things down and locked the door behind her. "Mia," she called before hearing the water shut off.

"Be out in a minute," her sister called from the bathroom. "You're home early. Isn't your performance tomorrow?" Mia asked as she shuffled through the hallway toward her room.

"Yeah, and tomorrow, I'll have to be there the entire day. Once you get done, can you do me a favor and find something on Tracie Maddox? Her name is familiar, and she was the one that reached out to my band and me for the Chicago Orchestra performance." Kiara said, as she stepped into the kitchen to grab a glass of water.

As she heard her sister rush to the living room, Kiara sat on the couch and rubbed her hands and wrists. It was the best she could do to try relaxing her nerves about tomorrow. "Worried about tomorrow?" Mia asked softly, and her sister nodded in response.

"I'm worried about messing up. If I see anyone from the BAU there, it might make things difficult for my performance." Kiara rambled on, though her sister caught the slip in her words.

"Are you worried about the BAU showing up, or are you worried about Spencer showing up?" She pressed, catching Kiara's attention. "You forget, I worked with them for six years."

"Just because that's part of the reason I'm panicking doesn't mean that's the entire reason! Besides, Spencer doesn't even know about the performance," she says, though her voice died down in disappointment toward the end.

"Because you never grew the confidence to tell him, did you? Besides, Garcia probably blabbed about it by accident. She has a nasty habit of doing that. If he's not there, play your heart out, and if he is, do the same as if he wasn't. I know you scan the crowd to see if you see someone familiar, but don't do any of that tonight."

"I'll try not to, but until then, can you help me relax by figuring out where that name is from?" Kiara says as she sits down and pulls out her phone to look at the news. Of course, some part of her still... forget it.

"Okay, Tracie Maddox is the sister of Maria Maddox. She went to your college. She was one of the few that died in the dorm fire at your college. You said you were there, right?" Mia asked as she looked at her sister, expecting her answer to be yes.

"Yeah, but my memory isn't the best. The only thing I remember from that night is getting drunk," Kiara says in response. "I remember seeing the dorm on fire, but I didn't go in at all. M&M had a sister? Really? She hardly ever talked about her, and close as we were, not hearing about her is a shocker."

"It's a good thing you didn't try going into the building, or you would be dead with her. If Tracie Maddox is connected to anything recently, and by the way she's acting, it seems a bit like stalker behavior," she thought aloud, though it caught her sister's attention. "What? Look at it from all angles."

"You think I might have a stalker?" Though she tried her best not to sound offended, Kiara couldn't imagine someone spending all their time focused on her alone. Even in relationships, sometimes the significant other wasn't the center of attention.

"If not a stalker, then most likely someone who has gone down a list of people. From the ones you've listed so far, the only few people left that aren't dead yet are the ones in your band. If you were there at the dorm fire, you might be on Tracie's list." It sounded more like Mia already knew who the unsub was.

"You think it's Tracie Maddox after me?" Kiara asked, though her sister nodded in response.

"Think about it, Kiara. If Maria died and you were there, she might've felt like you should've helped her. It's the same hatred you would hold if someone killed me and no one did anything about it. It's understandable, but it isn't justifiable. But you know this means that the woman might be at your performance, even if you don't know what she looks like." Mia reminds, though it now puts another level of fear into the woman.