Ever since classes have started at Dalia's college, at a university in D.C., she's had a crush in her Criminal Justice professor, Emily Prentiss. Find out what happens when Dalia is asked to stay after class when she's caught sleeping in Emily's cla...
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The idea of being related to a serial killer/terrorist/I don't even know... The idea of it is eating me alive. It's been 3 and a half weeks, and every time I close my eyes, I can still see his eyes staring at me, dead.
After about a week of being back, Emily became distant, giving me the cold shoulder. I started classes again a week and half ago, and one day after her class, I stayed after to talk to her. She told me that she, 'couldn't stay,' and that she had 'other things to do.' She wouldn't even look at me in the eye.
And since that day, I just thought that she figured it out. I thought that she knew I was related to that sadist monster.
Since I was kidnapped, every lead I could find to prove that he wasn't my father was a dead end. I don't have any family alive, my mom was the only one. She had no siblings and both of her parents are dead.
And with that being said, I'm calling the only person I think can help. Sitting down at the foot of my bed, I pull out my phone and dial Aaron's number. He picks up on the first ring.
"Hotchner," he says in a monotone voice.
I stand and start to pace around my room. "Aaron, I need your help. This thing about my father, it's... It's eating at me on the inside and I feel like I'm going insane," I run a hand through my hair, "God, I wish my mom was alive so I could just ask her. And I-"
He cuts me off, "Okay, Dalia, calm down. I will look into it. I just need to know a couple of things."
I stop pacing and take a seat on the edge of my bed, fiddling with the hem of my shorts. "Okay. What are the things?"
"I need to know your birthday, where you were born, and your mothers name," he says as what sounds like he's opening a drawer and pulling something out.
"I was born on February 13th, 1998, at Roanoke, Virginia, and my mom's name was Caitlin Hensly," I tell him. "I don't know what hospital though."
"That's okay," In the background I hear someone talking. "I have to go, but as soon as I find out something, I'll call you."
"Thank you," I say, before he hangs up. I let out an exaggerated breath and fall back on my bed.
I walk out of my room and head for the kitchen to get a glass of water and a snack. Passing JJ's door, I hear her giggle and say, "Sshh, we have to be quiet." Excuse me, did I just hear that correctly? Who the hell is JJ hooking up with?
I take a step away from the door and scratch the side of my head, raising my eyebrow. I didn't even hear anyone come in and my insomnia, nowadays I can hear numbers. And don't even get me started on the bags under my eyes. They're designer.
In that moment, I come up with a plan to wait them out and figure out who it is. It's the middle of the day, so they can't be cooped up in her room forever. So, I wait in the living room with the blinds shut, trying not to make a peep.
