I bawled my eyes out till Hotch closed the phone. I didn't know if I am over-reacting or not, but my child might be dead. I think to myself and try and calm myself. I didn't know if it was real or not, but I just cried and cried. I calmed down in the bathroom, with the help of J.J. It didn't help that much, but I wasn't crying. I looked like something was wrong, but I wasn't crying and I didn't look... Puffy. Obviously if you were a profiler, you knew quicker than you could snap something was wrong, a family issue. Personal. Why was I profiling myself? I think and we go into the conference room. We had that case right now. I didn't ask anybody, and thank goodness, they didn't ask me. "Lisandee, can I talk to you outside?" Hotchner says. It wasn't much of a question though. I nod and we head out. "I'm not sure you want to hear this." He says and sighs. "What happened? Please, tell me." I insist and he continues. "We're going to go investigate their bodies." He says. "Oh my... Their?" I ask, feeling my eyes get wet. I fight back tears. He looks down. I close my eyes and cover my mouth. "Meet us by the doors in ten minutes." He says. You could tell he was upset. I was even more upset. Not even upset, heartbroken. I meet at the door a little bit earlier. We sit in different cars. I'm in a car with Rossi. Two in a car. I sit in the passenger's seat. "Are you sure you want to be on this case?" He asks. "Of c-course. I want to know what someone did." I say. "Liz, they haven't moved any bodies. This happened right when you got the call." He says. "David, I heard it. I know I'm not ready for seeing this. But I'm going to." I say, letting him know my thoughts, at last. He doesn't answer for a moment. "If that's what you think is best, I hope you hold it together enough. I'm sorry." He says straight on. I let it sink in for moment. We pull up to the place. The team wasn't there, which I wondered why. We get out of the car and head inside. Little yellow covers, all over the place. To me, I felt horrible. Terrified. I walk over to each one. I walk to the smallest and uncover it a little bit. I see dark hair. I suck in a little bit. I cover my mouth with a hand and uncover a tiny bit at a time. Rossi stands next to me. I see a small face. I move a tiny bit faster. Blood. So much blood... Tears begin coming out of my eyes. Lindsey's small face. Her mouth open, her eyes open as well. She looked hurt, just from the face. Scared. I couldn't save her. I was a horrible person. I suck in my breath and take the gloves out of my pocket, and put them on. I wanted to hold Lindsey and cry. Just bawl my eyes out. This was terrible. Carefully putting down the yellow cover, I look over at Rossi. He sighs. "Is this her?" He asks. It was barely a question. I nod. He looks at her for a moment. "How old?" He asks. I look down then back at him. "One year two months." I say. He looks at her. "The team is here." He says. "Traffic." Hotch says. His eyes widen as he sees who we're looking at. He recognised her from the picture. I hold my lower lip with my teeth a little bit. I look at the other bodies. We hadn't seen Raina. I was scared, for everyone. I step outside, open my jacket a bit, and take out my phone. I call Aiden, telling him I would come home in a while. It was important. I also told him what happened. I cried while telling him what happened. He got upset as well on the phone. I hold my breath. The day ended quicker than I expected. I go home. I was upset, very upset. Vision blurred, I knew I was angry, enraged and greaving. I knew the result. It could get out of hand. I go home and tell them what had happened. Aiden and the pack were there, and I had told them everything. Paul was angry. He had made a fist at the end and slammed it against the table. "Paul." Sam warns. I had told them about Raina. I wasn't going to just greave. I was going to go something. If that meant giving up my life, and this guy dying as well, I didn't care. But I wasn't going to die without him dying as well.
