Criminal minds unknown member (probably still on hold)

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Hey guys, this is my first chapter of my new story, the girl in the photo is Rose. It may start off slow but trust me it will get a lot more interesting, and at the moment the only agent are the ones on the cover Hotch, Morgan, and Reid, but there is also Jenny, Devin (dad) and the small role of the mum. the ages for Reid, Hotch, and Morgan are different than on the show, they are younger: (R) 16, (H) 31, (M) 24 . Please bear with me, comments are much appreciated! XxxMRGJHRR15 :D

Agent Morgan and I enter my lounge and I suddenly stop, I remember how foolish I am being. I don't know anything about this man or what he wants with me or my dad. Agent Morgan then turns around slowly and looks at me as though he's thinking about something.

"hey kid I know this is hard but please, I need you to help me out here."

I don't really want to but I also know I don't really have a choice, so I take a breath and stride over to the table in the corner of the Lounge, near the kitchen and take a seat, fixating on a crack in the table while trying to keep my cool.

Agent Morgan takes a seat opposite me, he pauses as he tries to think of what to say. He takes a breath then starts talking "Can you please tell me your name to start with?"

I am relieved he hasn't started interrogating me, but the suspense is killing me. the faster I answer the faster he can tell me what is going on, so I just look at him and say "Rose".

He then raises his giant eyebrows at me, as though he is saying 'are you serious but instead he says "alright, now can you please tell me why my partner is in the bathroom bleeding... your the only other one here so unless he walked into a door I'mma say it was you"

I suddenly feel quite guilty and sorry because I did wack agent Reid in the nose, but I was scared and they did just bust in, he is is so skinny that he probably couldn't have hurt me if he tried. So I feel sorry for him I also feel like I am justified in some way. so I awkwardly laugh a little bit as I say " uh about that, when you guys came in I kinda got scared and ran to my dads room with his soccer boots and when he came in to the room I whacked him then you came in."

"OK Rose, I understand, now I need you to look at me, can you do that?" Slowly I raise my head and nod softly to him. "OK good, now I need you to answer some questions for me OK, can you do that?" he nods as though he wants me nod too, so I slowly nod my head. he then looks at me dead in the eyes with a straight face and tells me "this is important, I need you to be completely honest and tell me as much as you can about what I'm going to ask you OK?"

Scared, I say "OK" I say with a tiny nod.

Agent Morgan looks me in the eye, nodding slightly as he talks and says "Now I need you tell me if you know where your dad is at this moment."

I have to stop and think but eventually I look at him and say "at work, he left me a note this morning. I can grab it if you want."

Agent Morgan looks as if I have given him the key to everything "yeah yeah, that would great if you could thanks".

I practically jump out of my seat and race into the kitchen, I find the note in the bin all scrunched up and take it out careful not to touch anything else though. Then I go back to agent Morgan slowly, holding the note with two fingers while trying to make it not touch me. When I get back I put the note in front of agent Morgan and sit back down where I was before.

Agent Morgan reads the note very carefully then puts it down, looks at me confused and asks "are you home alone often?" I don't want to say yes because I'm scared that if I do I will be taken away from my dad again. Agent Morgan then looks around taking his time and growing more confused then he looks back to me as though he has had a revelation "there are not many pictures of you guys around the house... not many of you at all actually, and none before around 10 is it? Why is that?" He looks at me but I know he has the answer

I shrug my shoulders "no, 9, so why don't You tell me, you seem to pick up on everything"

"Ok well you wanna know what I think, I think that before 9 you didn't live with this set of parents, I think that you are adopted and, I also think that before you came here you were in a group home because you are tough, can protect yourself but obviously are not as tough as you appear, you are quick thinking and when I try to get you to talk, you give short answers and you seem to expect others to talk but there is no one else here so it is must be a habit from the past." He suddenly stops and looks at me "that's what I think, so why don't you tell me what happened this morning and we will take it from there ok?"

I shakily say "ok", take a breath...