It was the month of August, and the girls got back into school. I had meetings all day, and I come home, to having a car in the driveway. I sigh, and head in. Keeping my gun on my hand, I go inside. I couldn't help but hold the gun in my hand tightly. Not after all of that. "Girls?" I call. "Yeah mom? What's wrong?" Amy asks, peeking up from the sofa. "Where is Raina and Mary?" I ask. "They're upstairs. I just got home with Raina and Mary. Your home early." She says, cheerfully. "Yeah. Meetings all day. I left a note on the fridge." I say. She nods, and goes back to her homework. I head upstairs, and change into some pajama pants, and a t-shirt. "Are you Lisandee Lakes?" Someone says. I look near the door, and hold my other shirt over me. I quickly grab my gun, and point it at the door. A boy stands, next to Raina. "Mom, calm down." She says. I put it down, unloading the bullets, and tossing them both next to me, onto the bed. "I'm Frankie, Raina's friend." He says, holding out his hand. I shake his hand. "Hi, I'm Liz, Raina's mom." I say back, speechless. "Sorry about a minute ago. Amy told me it was just the girls home." I say. He laughs. "It's alright. Nice meeting you." He says. I nod as they both leave. I look in the mirror. My hair was down, and curly, as always. It was red. Red blood. I shake my head. Memories. My left, blind eye seemed blank. It was closed. It stayed closed. I couldn't feel it, so what was the use of drying it out? I touch it, and feel nothing. It scared me enough not to touch it, so why do it? Sighing, I suddenly realise I was shaking. I suddenly hear vomiting. It wasn't me. It was a girl. "Mom!" I hear, and go into the bathroom quickly. Raina explains to me that whatever Mary eats, she throws up.
Later on, I bring Mary to the doctor, and it turns out she had a 'unknown disease'. I was furious. How could this happen to Mary, of all people? While I was there, taking Mary to the hospital, I had to check up on the baby. I wasn't feeling well at all anyway. Hearing my name being called, I stand up, and head in. I was surprised about as the nurse began talking. "Oh my Gosh." She says, and repeats her self about five times. "Doctor! Doctor!" She yells, leaving the room. I stare wide eyed. "What is it?" I ask frantically. "What is it?" I ask, as the doctor walks in. "Miss, may I ask where you work?" He asks. "I'm apart of the FBI's Behavioral Analysis Unit. Is there a problem?" I ask. "Your baby is literally tearing you apart. Your also moving around way too much. Are you taking any medication?" He asks. I tell him, and he nods. "You need to stay out of the field, and rest. You are moving around way too much. Your child, or should I say children, are tearing you apart. M'am, they are just about going to kill you." He says, in the most serious tone I had ever heard. "Thank you." I say, and when it was time, I leave. It was as if I was melting. I couldn't stand it. My own child... Or children killing me. I couldn't let it happen. I call Sam and tell him. He was angry, which almost made me explode in the car, me nearly yelling over the phone.
We both hang up, and I head to to the hospital, and sit next to Mary. She was awfully pale. She had four different tubes. I call her school, nearly yelling at the princable as well. How, was my only question! How could my youngest daughter get this awful disease? "How are you feeling?" I ask. "Horrible." She says, in a hoarse voice. "I'm so sorry sweetie." I say sadly. "It's not your fault." She says. "Yes it is. I shouldn't have let you get sick. How long have you been sick?" I ask. "Three days, counting today." She says hoarsely. "Why didn't you tell me?" I ask her. "Because I didn't want to worry you. You have the baby. And work." She says. "I love my family over everything. Everything. If I have to die for you all, I'd do it. I'd do it without hesitating." I say. "Don't forget that." I say to her. She nods. My phone rings, and I stand up. "Hello?" I ask. "We need you at work in less that thirty minutes. Emergency." Strauss says. "Do you really need me?" I ask, glancing at Mary. She was staring up at me. "Yes." Strauss says fiercely. "My daughter is in the hospital right now, can it wait?" I ask. Mary's mouth opens to confess. "Be there in at least thirty minutes. Now." She says angrily, and hangs up. I hang up myself and sigh. "I'll be right back. Call me if anything happens. I don't care if I'm at a meeting Mary, okay? Call me." I say, emphasising every word. She nods, and I kiss her cheek, and hug her, before leaving. I get into the car, and quickly drive to the BAU. Getting out of the car, I walk in, and sit down. I only see team leaders. We talk about our teams, and investigations. It seemed all uninteresting, socially.
