Author's Note: So... this is my first stab at fanfic...I hope you like... Please R&R...

By the way... I don't own Criminal Minds.. or any companies therefore affiliated with the show. I just happened to borrow the characters and let my imagination run wild.

The Midnight Hour

Prologue:

Westport, Connecticut

It was the one phone call that no parent ever wants to get. Her baby was missing. Gone. It had been a week and no one had seen the honey blonde, blue eyed child. She didn't get off the train last weekend. She didn't make it home and none of her friends or her siblings had seen her.

A sigh escaped her lips. She stared down at the man-child before her and watched as the torment and desperation played across his face. She kissed the top of his head, stroked his cheek and felt the bile that was in her throat begin to rise and knew that she had made a horrible mistake. She had kept one too many secrets in her life. And this one was bound to destroy the one person she had tried desperately to protect.

"Ma, Cammy's going to be fine," he told her, his voice cracking.

"Yeah, Mama. Cammy's smart she's good at taking care of herself."

She didn't respond she just stared at her two boys. Dmitri and Dominic, her identical twins, two-thirds of her triplets, both the spitting image of their father; at the thought of him the bile pushed past her defenses causing her to rush to the bathroom. She barely made it to the toilet as the remnants of the past day's meals made it in. She had to tell him. God, she had to tell him.

* * *

"What's going on?"

The sharpness of the voice had suddenly irritated the hell out of Dominic. He hated his step-father. Yet, he knew better to say anything. Knew better than to want to rip the man to shreds and gut him. So, he just glared at him, giving him the once over, before letting Dmitri respond. Dmitri was better at giving the answers. So, Dominic shut up and waited.

"I asked a question."

Dmitri looked at the man whose last named he carried and shook his head. Carlson Rutherford was an asshole among men. He wondered why his mother stayed, but he stopped questioning it a long time ago. Maybe the beatings that he and Dominic received made him stop asking the obvious questions. Dmitri looked longingly at the door before looking back at his step-father.

"Cam's missing."

"Daphne!"

* * *

She was beautiful. Exotic and downright sexy. Men were lined up to have one night with her. They ogled her, her fifteen year old body, screamed to please, screamed to be pleasured. And yet, they couldn't get past the tears. The way she begged and pleaded for them not to touch her. The way she made herself sick, so she wouldn't have to please them. It was masterful, it was an art form, but the man who stood before didn't give a damn about her theatrics. He grabbed her and slammed his fist full force into her face.

She felt the blow as he head snapped back, her body dropping onto the bed. Everything around her slowed down as she felt her head hit the mattress. Her eyes closed as she heard them enter the room. She grimaced as she felt hands on her body; moaned as her clothes gave way and the tears and screams ripped from her throat as they took turns ravishing her body and her innocence.

As they finished, the one that had hit her, kissed her forehead and rubbed his hands through her tussled hair and smiled.

"Your daddy said, you were sweet and good," he murmured as he kissed her his fingers caressing her body. "You are so fucking tight."

She said nothing as he slammed into her again and again, her body giving over to the numbness.

* * *

"Daphne," he yelled again."What in the hell are the boys talking about?"

She groaned at the sound of Carlson's voice. Hated the fact that he called her by her horrific middle name and yet she knew she had to answer him. She pulled herself up off the floor and made herself presentable before opening the door.

He was looming before her his face contorted in anger and she just stared at him, wondering what her life had come to.

"Cam's missing."

"She probably went to one of her girlfriend's houses."

Daphne stared at him, the indifference in his voice making her cold. "She's been missing for a week."

"Why didn't you say something?"

She took a deep breath, "Maybe you should try answering your phone sometimes."

"Daphne…"

She snapped at him quickly, "No, Carlson. No. She's missing. She didn't get off the train from Exeter!"

"Daphne…"

"You know if you weren't so goddamn selfish, she could've been here with me, attending Staples, but know you hate me so fucking much you sent her away and now look what happened."

She pushed past him into the kitchen to find both Dmitri and Dominic standing in the doorway waiting for her. Carlson followed her into the kitchen with anger written across his face.

"You are not going to blame me for her running off; she's got it honest, probably from their father."

"You don't know one fucking thing about him. Not one and I will not let you or anybody else disrespect him."

Carlson just smiled, "He must not have been that great if you left him and you came to me."

Daphne didn't respond to him she just stared at him seething as he walked away talking on his cell phone.

* * *

I want her broken in two. I don't want her to remember anything not even her own name.

She heard the voice on the speaker as they had dragged her onto the floor. The caller was in luck, she remembered only one thing her name and yet, she couldn't recall it to save her life.

* * *

"Morgan."

"Athena?"

The choked tear-filled voice on the other end pushed her up in her seat. She turned and glanced at the clock behind her 11:45 p.m. She glanced down at the caller id and wondered for first time, why she was calling her.

"Nel?"

"Thena, I need you to call him."

Athena shook her head before responding, "No, hell no. You should've called him years ago. I'm not getting into this."

"Cam's missing."

Athena took off her glasses and dropped them on the keyboard. This was so not happening to her.

"What do you mean Cam's missing?"

"She's been gone for a week. Thena, I need your help. You've got to get word to him. Please."

"Nel, I'm not in this."

"You're my sister."

"And he's my brother, lest we forget!"

"Athena, please, she's his baby too."

"Yeah, the overly grown baby he doesn't know exists. Wait, let's not forget the boys."

Silence was Athena's only response. Athena knew she had struck at her sister's core, but she didn't care, the time for playing games and keeping secrets was over.

"I'll tell him, Nel, but you are going to have to deal with the consequences."

"I know."

"No, you don't know Penelope Daphne Morgan. You have no fucking idea."

Daphne, well, Penelope hung up the phone and felt the pressure build in her chest. She had spent sixteen years in hiding. Sixteen years full of lies and secrets and she had to face them head on. Her time had come, it was the midnight hour and she had to deal with the consequences.