Adopted daughter of Aaron Hotchner joins the BAU. Harper Vincent, naturally reserved with her head always in her sketchbook. Spencer Reid, naturally shy with his head always in a book. Some would say it's fate, others would say it's a curse.
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𝗛𝗮𝗿𝗽𝗲𝗿 "Goodbye my precious girl, I'll see you after work." I kiss the top of Bethany's head. "Go sell some art, Harper." Beth smiles as I turn to leave.
I step out of my car, locking it as I walk around back to where my personal office is. The sound of trash bags catches my attention.
I turn my head to see a woman throwing a large bag into the bin. I chuckle lightly at my paranoia, turning back to the door.
"Harper, so nice to see you again."
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I cough loudly as the water enters my lungs. "Wakey wakey." The feminine voice sneers. "Who the hell are you!" I cry out. "You'll find out sooner or later." She chuckles.
"You sound familiar." I sniffle. "I would be hurt if I didn't." She feigns a pout. "Then let me see your face." I move my head to get the hair out of my eyes.
"Maybe later, right now you need to see this." She grips the chair I am tied to and turns me around. "What the hell." I gasp as my eyes focus on the screens.
My loved ones.
"That's my dad's house." I cry. "Yes, and you and Spencer's apartment. And even the BAU, your former job." She chuckles evilly. "Please don't hurt them," I beg.
"You first."
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𝗦𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲𝗿 "What do you mean she didn't arrive at work?" I ask Harper's boss. "She never checked in, she's not in her office but her car is here." She explains.
"I'll be right there, don't move anything!" I instruct before hanging up. "Hotch!" I yell. "Reid, please tell me she's okay." He rubs a hand through his hair.
"She's not. I think the stalker took her." I sniffle. "Get the team together." He orders. I nod before running to the break room.
"Guys, it's Harper."
Everyone drops their food and rushes into the conference room.
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𝗛𝗮𝗿𝗽𝗲𝗿
I watch Beth answer the landline in my father's house, looking worried and running into the master bedroom and locking the door. Little did she know I could see her.
"I love you so much, baby," I whisper as tears stream down my face. "Get all the tears out now Harper, salt stings when it gets into cuts." The cold blade of a knife skims down my arm.
"I've had worse than this," I reply. "I know." She states. "What do you mean?" I ask. "Simon Keller was an important person in my life. And you took him from me." She digs the blade into my thigh.
"I'm sorry! It wasn't me! I was in Italy when he died." I whine. "But if it wasn't for you, he would still be here!" She yells.
"I'm sorry, he chose to kill my parents. He was a cold-blooded killer.
