Riiiiiinnnnggggg...Riiiiinnnnnnggggg!

My alarm clock went off. I checked the time, 6:00 a.m. Crap! I jumped out of bed, and ran to get dressed as fast as I could. I was supposed to be up at 5:00! When I had finished, I grabbed my bag, and headed for the airport. It took me a while to get there, but I finally made it. Oh god, it was a jet. I didn't know it was a jet! I can barley breath when I'm in a van and I'm supposed to live through a flight to Los Vegas in a jet filled with people? I sighed and took a deep breath before walking onto the jet. Spencer was sitting in a seat by a window, so I went over and sat next to him. Agent Prentiss and Jennifer sat across from us, which I didn't mind, because Jennifer seemed to concerned with whatever she was writing down on that sheet of paper, to start glaring at me. I wasn't going to confront her about the paperwork. I really didn't care. I tried to look like I was looking over the case file, but I couldn't. Spencer was sitting next to me. I didn't care that he was sitting next to me, and I wasn't distracted by it. No, I was distracted by what was in his hand. A cup of coffee.

Once the jet had taken off, everyone gathered around to discuss the case. I wasn't paying attention to the briefing. I stared out of the window the whole flight. Spencer looked concerned. My claustrophobia is something left of my past, which I would like to keep hidden. PTSD from getting locked in a dog cage for a couple days, thinking that I was going to die. Luckily, the local police department found me, but I've never gotten over the fear of small spaces. The jet was filled with everyone talking about the case, I was listening...kinda...nope. I wasn't listening, but I was thinking about who I would have to share a hotel room with, now. I doubt I would get my own, and I don't want to seem mean, but I don't want to share a room with Jennifer. She doesn't seem to like me. I was glad that I started to listen a bit, Agent Hotchner announced that him, Spencer, and me were going to take a look at the last dump site. Moments later, Jennifer announced the 'room buddies'. She read off a list.

"Morgan and Reid, me and Prentiss, and Hotch and Freya will share a room."

"Damn. Not again..." Derek Morgan whined after hearing the room buddies. "Come on, Morgan, I'm not that bad." Spencer said, trying not to start laughing.

"Yes. You are Reid. You kick me, steal all my blankets, and then roll onto the floor with the blankets."

"I don't do that."

"Yes. You do."

"Then wouldn't I wake up on the floor?"

"Reid, you weigh, like, 60 pounds and-"

"Ok, that's enough." Agent Hotchner said, which caused them to both back down.

Oh no, I have to share a room with Agent Hotchner, my boss. This was going to be awkward. I guess Agent Rossi paid for his own room so he wouldn't have to share with anyone. He had a good idea, I just don't want to waste my money on a hotel room that I would be using for a week or so, when I could share a room with someone for free. That meant that no creeper could break into my room and abduct me during the night without anyone noticing.

The jet was getting ready to land, so I took a quick look at the crime scene I would have to go to, then I continued to look out the window, and away from the small space that was the BAU jet.

I guess the FBI provided us with cars, because there were four cars waiting for us on the runway. I followed Spencer and Agent Hotchner to one of the cars, it was apparent that Agent Hotchner was going to drive, but who was going to sit in the passenger's seat. "Freya, do you want to sit in passenger's seat because I can sit in the back, if you want-" Spencer started to ramble, but I cut him off.

"I'll sit in the back. Bigger space. You can sit in the passenger's seat Spencer." I said, as Spencer opened the side door for me and closed it after I got in. I placed my bag on the seat next to me, so I could get into the bag and grab the suntan lotion, which, now that I think about it, could have been put on while I was on the jet. The crime scene was an hour away from the airport, so I put on my sun screen as we drove. No one felt the need to ask what I was putting on, I was as pale as a sheet, and that wasn't from my claustrophobia, in the Nevada heat, I would look like a lobster in a matter of minutes. When I was finished, I offered some sun screen to Spencer and Agent Hotchner. They didn't want it, so I put it back in my bag, and began looking over the case file again, looking for something that anyone, even me, might have missed. While I was looking over the case file, I came to realize why Spencer and Agent Hotchner turned the sun screen down. It was a special kind that made your skin sparkle in the sunlight, I guess they didn't feel like sparkling in the Nevada sun. I had to admit, it was making me look like Edward from Twilight every time the sun hit me.

When we got to the crime scene, some of the local police men were waiting for us. Spencer opened the car door for me. I thanked him and stepped out of the car, put on my sunglasses, and opened my parasol. It had to be almost 90° out here. I checked my cell phone, no service. I wrote that down on my hand, just in case. It could be important. You never know when the lack of cell phone service at a crime scene could be a problem. I looked around. Spencer and Agent Hotchner had already walked over to what was left of the body. It was thrown on a cactus. I wrote that down too. I just had to say it. "Poor cactus..." I muttered under my breath, immediately regretting it and flaming a hand over my mouth. Agent Hotchner ignored the comment, but Spencer gave me an odd look. I apologized and moved to get a closer look at the victim. Well, figure prints and dental records were out of the picture. The LEOs would have to run DNA. I walked around the cactus as Spencer and Agent Hotchner were profiling the scene. "Crap..." I said, getting the attention of both men. I pointed to an odd marking on the left side of the cactus. It was a small crescent moon that had been drawn in blood. This guy, was defiantly a serial killer. I had seen this moon before...

~Flash Back~

It was dark and rainy, I could feel the rain, but I couldn't see it, the blind fold keeping me from seeing my captor. He would come soon, to take me to the cage, then I would be able to see the weather. The weather and the sky were the only things that were keeping me from giving up. I knew that if I gave up, I would never get to see the beautiful sky ever again.

A few hours later, I was moved to the cage, and the blind fold was taken off. He was wearing a mask that frightened me. I looked around outside of my small cage. A basement or an abandoned building maybe? I don't know. I looked to the wall to my left. That was when I saw it. A crescent moon drawn in blood…