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Good day to you fellow readers! I am terribly sorry that I have not been updating recently, school and many personal problems have gotten in the way.

Any who as I promised here is the fourth chapter. I haven't given up hope for this story. Keep in mind this is after season six, and you will know why she is not mentioned in season seven but I am hoping that when season seven ends she will re-appear. Sorry if that gives away any spoilers.

Derek started driving and then Spencer decided to speak. "How did you- I mean were you born with your difference?" I instantly knew he was talking to me.

I sighed. I get asked that question a lot before. I kept looking straight ahead as I let out the most secret thing I had left.

"My father worked in the CIA. He always wanted to be at the top, always hoping that he would once become the hot shot of the place. He never loved me. He never even paid attention to what I would do. Was never there for me.

Then when the section of the CIA he was involved in had an opportunity to experiment the work they have been doing, they needed someone to experiment on. Some one particularly young." I heard Morgan stifle a gasp and saw Spencer's pained face as he saw me through the rear view mirror.

"That day my mother was working late and that was the day my dad gagged me and drove me to the CIA. I was scared and felt vulnerable. I remember they strapped something to my head, and then. Nothing. I woke up in my room, I was scared to tell my mother what happened and actually doubted if anything happened. Then, I started to get headaches, and migraines, fevers and I swore I could hear people mumbling when their mouths weren't moving.

That's when my dad brought me to the CIA. They told me that I was transitioning and becoming their secret weapon. They locked me up, took me out of school. My mother found out and divorced my dad. He got even angrier with me, and was ready to use me. They were training me to read minds and then were preparing to go to Russia to talk to their government. I was all trained up, and they brought me out to leave on a plane." Morgan gripped the steering wheel hard.

"That was their mistake. I ran out of the airport and took a taxi to the one place I knew I would feel safe in. The FBI. That's where I met Hotch. I lived with him and his family for a while. I come to visit them sometimes. I eventually got my own place. I couldn't go back to my mom. My mother knew that if I came home, she would try the best to make us a family again. And quite frankly I couldn't take my father's shit anymore. I helped many people and soon became well enough to support myself; the CIA is still looking for me, which is why I have Ryan. He's an awesome trainer and I have to pretend I don't live there anymore so he takes care of the bills and taxes on his name ."

I looked at them shocked. We had been parked at the Bed and Breakfast for a while now.

Spencer spoke up. "I'm sorry."

I smiled, "it's not your fault. The worst is over now. Now, let's get inside and eat. I'm starving."

Derek nodded but didn't say anything. He just stepped out, as did Spencer and I. We walked into the waffle house and instantly saw David, Hotch and Garcia. Their booths were pretty large so we all fit in one.

The waitress came in with a positive face. "And what would you guys like?" she asked. Hotch looked around, "Who wants coffee?" we all raised our fingers. Hotch looked at the waitress, "Well that's a full house." she nodded and wrote something down. Hotch told the waitress that we would have the waffle breakfast special she nodded and walked away.

Hotch looked at us, "Okay Morgan, what have you guys got?" Morgan smiled. "Well Sarah got everything." I smiled. Hotch looked at me. "Okay Sarah, what did you get?"

I looked at Hotch "Okay well the man we interviewed today," "Roman," Spencer said. "Yes Roman. His mind was horrible. He was beaten at child hood and witnessed his mom's rape and murder by his dad. His dad went to jail and he was left with the only family he had, which hated him. He then began raping women, hiring prostitutes, and when I looked deeper into his mind I came across a scene. Bravo was a part of the family that hated him. He was forced to live with Bravo and Bravo made his life a living hell. Taunting him at school and even cheated with his girlfriend. I looked into it more and I saw the name of his old high school, Bravo's old house and where he was currently residing which is a dump.

Hotch looked at me and raised your eyebrows, "Are you sure all the information is correct?" I then raised my eyebrows, "Certain." I positively said.

The waitress came back with a tray of coffee mugs. We passed it around until we each got a mug. We passed the sugar and the milk around while Hotch was giving orders to Penelope. When it was my turn I directly passed it to Penelope. I liked my coffee black. Morgan was beside me and raised his eyebrows. I mumbled a shut up to him.

Penelope passed me a note pad so I could write done the addresses on. I wrote them on the paper, and handed it back to her.

Our food came then and we all settled down, listening to Hotch and David talk. The breakfast consisted of Four gigantic waffles and sausage, eggs and bacon to top it all off. I only ate the waffles. I was outrageously full, although Morgan seemed hungry still. I waited until everyone was concentrated on eating and I switched my plate with his. He looked up questioningly and I rubbed my stomach as if to say I was full.

"Thanks, never been this hungry." I quietly laughed.

When everyone was done, Hotch ordered us to get back to work, except I was to go with Spencer to check out some of the addresses. Penelope was to go straight back to work on research. Once everyone was done and before leaving Morgan pulled me aside and gave me car keys.

"You know how to drive right?" he asked.

"Yeah," I nodded.

"By all means do not let Spencer drive."

I laughed. "Is he that bad?" I asked.

"No actually he's not." He probably saw that I looked confused.

"He takes everything seriously. He drives right on the speed limit. Slows on yellow lights. Blinkers on. Everything."

I laughed, "Okay. Wow. I'll definitely drive." He laughed.

We both headed out. I followed him to a car, as he was about to walk to the driver's side I said, "Nuh, uh. I'm driving." He looked skeptical and then got into the passenger's side.

I started driving to my first address which was Bravo's house.

"Sarah?" Spencer asked. "Yes," I said still keeping my eyes on the road. "Weren't you scared when you first found out about your gift?"

I nodded. "Of course. I was scared. I cried and I even tried to kill myself. It was like I was stuck in a world of only the same noises. I was afraid when I came to contact with a person, that I would relive their lives. I was afraid of my mind. I didn't know to what capabilities my mind worked. I didn't know my strength and what was happening."

I looked at him. He looked relieved. I knew where this was going. I knew his life and practically everything about himself. He nodded and kept quiet during the whole trip. Once we were on the street, I parked the car and we got out. I lead Spencer to the house. I knocked on the door, and a few seconds later a woman appeared. She looked like the girl in Roman's scene.

"Ms. Tracket, I'm agent Smith and this is Dr. Spencer Reid FBI," I showed my badge. "I was wondering if we could ask you some questions." I asked her, gently and politely.

"What's there to ask?" she asked me back.

A question with a question. Typical. "Some of the questions are about your boy Bruno."

She was already nervous. I could feel it; oh she definitely had something to hide.

"Oh-okay. Hold on," she said and she went inside for a brief minute.

I closed my eyes and scanned her head when she went inside. She was hiding an envelope she had always left on her kitchen table, upstairs into her bedroom door.

"Hmm" I said. Reid looked questioningly to me. I couldn't say anything more, because at that moment, Ms. Tracket came out, "Come in," she said.

We entered and looked around. She had a pretty modern looking house. "Would you like something to drink?" she asked nervously.

"Actually, I'm kind of parched. May I have some water?

She looked at me, "certainly" and she left to go get the water.

I looked at Reid, and whispered, "She's hiding a paper upstairs in her bedroom. It's never been opened so I don't know what it is, but it says mom on the front. She doesn't want to accept that he left so she hasn't opened it. I don't know whether we should ask her to check now, or tell her we will be back later with a warrant, or if we should just surprise her. She might switch it to one place we cannot get it from."

Spencer looked at me shockingly impressed, but then it faded.

"Well she can change it to someplace we cannot reach, so I guess it'll be easier to surprise her." He said. Just then Ms. Tracket came in and I scoured her recent parts of her mind to see if she has heard us. She didn't. I grabbed the water and thanked her. I then took a gulp so she wasn't suspicious. Spencer began the questioning, and it went on and on and on.

An hour later we came up with some information. Roman's father was a drunk bastard and in her eyes, she thought that Roman would be a bad influence on her son. This was true, of course to her.

I also scored through her mind. Bravo's father hated him when he was small and she never intervened. She was guilty for that. She left her husband but she still got the sense that Bravo hated her. She tried to buy his love and that didn't work. He then started to have this profound hate in women she had noticed. And that one day he just left.

I got the new address of her ex-husband after that we said our goodbyes, but I couldn't quite solve my suspicions until we got a hold of that paper. Spencer and I left the house, and got into the van. I told him everything I knew about Bravo.

He nodded, "His hatred in woman could be the reason why he had triggered his psychosis." I nodded.

"Hey do you have Garcia's number?" I asked him.

"Oh yeah sure. Here" He held out his phone.

I copied the number and gave it back. "Thanks," I pressed call. I heard a few rings and then, "Ruler of the awesome world, how may I be of help." I smiled and rolled her eyes. "Hey I need you to look up Bravo Tracket, in his school records and when he dropped out of school, and can you also get Hotch to get a warrant for Ms. Tracket's house?" "Will do," she said and hung up.

"Okay, well where to next?"

He scratched his chin. "I know where to go, but I got to drive, its way to complex."

I looked at his face, blunt. "Ugh," I sighed and hopped out of the car, we switched sides. He got in and we started driving someplace else.

"Where are we going?" I asked him.

"To some of his scenes, I need to revise a theory." I nodded. He was smart, but a really slow driver.

"I know why you asked me those questions earlier. I know about your life, that's another one of my disadvantages. If I spend too much time with one person, my mind acts on its own. I'm sorry for that by the way."

I looked at him. "It's okay, the mind is a very complex and unexplored thing. Did you know that the mind wants always to be doing something and when it attaches itself with the objects it cherishes, it feels amused and happy?"

I looked at him weirdly. "Wow, way to kill a mood."

"Sorry carry on," he said with a confused smile.

I shook my head, "No, mood killed. I can't continue."

He looked at me, "But-"

"Eh!" I cut him off.

"I really-"

"No!" I cut him off, "Mood ruined."

He looked at me, "fine," he kind of squeaked.

"Fine," I said smiling.

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