HEY PEOPLE! This is something that I've always wanted to read, and I got sick of waiting, so wrote it myself! R&R!

Helaina OUT!

It was hot out; and the large trench coat covering her body did nothing to help. Passers by occasionally gave the strange girl an equally strange look, but the never spoke to her. She didn't spek to them either. She just walked into the FBI building and straight towards the elevator. An older man, who was slightly tanned with a small beard, quickly jumped in after her. He didn't smile, but his gaze was kind. "What floor?" He asked. She didn't answer, or even seem to notice that he had spoken, she just reached out and pressed the button for her floor.

"Hmm?" The man said, regarding the girl closer than before and raising a curious eyebrow. "You have buisness with the BAU?" She gave him no response. Rossilooked the girl up and down, taking in as much detail as he could. He had recently transfered to the BAU, and already knew most of the new faces; yet he couldn't place hers... Her hair was dark, wavy, and unkempt; covering most most of her face and ending not far below her shoulders. Her skin was tanned, but she still looked pale, as if it had been a long winter. Her body was hidden under trench coat that was obviously several sizes too big for her. She couldn't be any older that seventeen.

The elevator jolted into action, her hair swaying slightly as it started its ascent. Rossi caught a glimpse of a cut lip, and bruising on her eye and along her cheek. "Miss, are you ok?" Rossi uncrossed his arms and stared at her intently. She was visibly shaking, her eyes were unfocused and lost... Something was not right with this girl.

The elevator signaled its arrival and the doors slid open, revealing the hectic office that was the BAU, The girl didn't move for a moment, and Rossi couldn't do anything but stare. "Miss..?"

She took in a quiet, sharp breath before walking out of the metal box and straight towards the bull-pen, with Rossi not far behind her. Reid, Emily and Morgan raised their heads from their paperwork, about to greet him, until they noticed the intense gaze he held on the strange girl who was now in the center of the room. They exchanged glances, unsure of what to do; until Morgan stood up and moved towards her. "Hey there," He said softly. "can I help you with something? Are you here to see someone?"

Her eyes moved for the first time, locking with the agents, and he was completely taken aback when he saw the void in them. She was so young and innocent, yet she looked so... Empty. It made Morgan's heart ache. "Spencer?" She whispered. "Spencer Reid?"

Hotch, JJ and Garcia had strolled into the bull-pen by then, noticing new girl and the air of mystery about her; watching with curiosity as Reid stood and walked over to her. "Hi, do I know you?" She didn't answer. "What can I do for you?" She still didn't move, just looked at him deeply and smiled weakly. "He described you perfectly..." She said. Reid frowned, and was about to question further, but fell silent when she closed the space between them and kissed him sweetly.

Hotch felt the rage inside of him boil over. "What the hell if going on?" He snapped.

The girl jumped back, small whimpers changing quickly into silent sobs; her body shaking uncontrollably and tears streaming down her cheeks. Now, their boss was scary even at the best of the times, but the team had never seen somebody react so violently; it made them feel uneasy for the girl. She was genuinely petrified of the man! "I was supposed... to come to you..." She said in between tears. "He thought I was ready..."

"Sweetie..?" Morgan said, taking a slow step towards her. "What do you-?"

Everyone froze. Their hearts momentarily skipped a beat and their breaths hitched as she dropped the coat.

She was wearing a white summer dress, apart from the fact it was more red than white; stained by her own blood. There were rips and slashes all along the garment, and the team could now clearly see bruises, burns and welts along her arms, legs and what was showing on her chest. The team's reaction was a mix of horror and shock, but the girl only noticed the look in Spencer's eyes. "You- you don't want me..." Her head twitched slightly before she turned to leave. "I'm sorry..." She whispered.

Reid couldn't move, and he couldn't tear his eyes off of the strange girl either. He only snapped out of his trance when Morgan rushed after her. "Wait!" He said, reaching out and grabbing her upper arm. She yelped and jolted away from him, falling to the ground in one swift movement. She was looking up at Morgan with scared eyes, scrambling away from him and pushing herself into a corner, pulling her legs up to her chest and hugging them tightly. "Please don't. Please don't." She was chanting.

Morgan looked back at his team, who were closer than before, and asked for help with nothing bet his eyes. Emily nodded and moved to crouch a couple of feet away from her. "Hey there," She said softly. "My name's Emily, what's yours?"

She ceased her chanting and looked up at the gentle woman. "What?"

Emily felt a jolt of achievement what she responded to her wuestion. "What's your name?" No response. "What does everyone call you?"

The girl glanced around at the others. "Master calls me 'Pet'." The men's jaws clenched while the women looked heartbroken. Why they felt so protective over this girl was unclear to them, but you can't control how feel about someone. Perhaps it was because she looked so young, and sounded so broken... "Is there something else we can call you?" Emily asked again.

She thought about this for a moment. "Emmy." She eventualy said, looking very unsure of herself.

"'Emmy'?" Prentiss repeated. "Is that you're name?"

Emmy shook her head, the smallest of smiles playing on her lips. "'Emmy the Great'... She was on the radio when I was driven here. 'The Easter Parade'... She has a beautiful voice; have you ever heard her sing?"

Emily returned the smile. "No, I haven't, but I'll make sure I look her up. Did you drove here?"

Emmy averted her eyes and rose to her feet, immeadiately falling back to her knees. "Ah!" She gasped. "My legs, I- I need to get back. I need to..."

"'Go'? Go where?"

"To Master! He said I was a gift, and I should return if he didn't want me..."

"If who didn't want you?"

"Spencer." She sobbed, all eyes now on the boy genius. "I'm not fixed yet... I need to be fixed." Emmy tried to stand again but failed, groaning in frustration and resting her head against the wall, closing her suddenly heavy eyelids. "I can't move my legs."

"Emily!" Garcia gasped. "Her dress, she's still-!"

A clean part on her dress that covered her stomach was slowly being stained by an open cut underneath it. "Okay Emmy, I need you to listen to me; are you listening?" Emmy made a weak noise, telling them that she was. "Morgan here is going to carry you somewhere safe, where we're going to check the bleeding. He's not going to hurt you, ok? We'll all come, you won't be alone."

Emmy raised her head by the smallest of fractions. "Spencer?"

"Yeah," Emily soothed. "yeah, he'll come as well. Are you ready? We're going to move you now." Morgan moved over to them and lifted the weak girl into his arms. She snuggled closer to him and and sighed into the crook of his neck, feeling warm for the first time in a while.

"She's out cold." Morgan said, facing the others. "Now what?"

"Rossi, you walked in with her earlier, any ideas?"

Th team looked at him expectantly but he only shrugged. "We got in the elevator together; I noticed her bacause of her glazed eyes and wild hair. Who ever had the girl wasn't looking after her..."

"Speaking of looking after her," Garcia interrupted. "can you guys please check the bleeding!"

They all motioned towards the briefing room, laying her down on the table in the center of it. "We nned to get her dress off and stop the bleeding." Reid said, blushing fiercely. Emily nudged him out of the way and asked for Morgan's help lifting the girls top half so she could undo the back of her dress. It was much like a corset, and took Prentiss a considerable amount of time loosening it enough to slide up off of her. "Oh, God..." She said when she saw what was hidden underneath. If they thought her arms and legs were a mess then this was something only a monster could inflict.

There were so may cuts and bruises, most of them were infected by the look of it, and the one just below her belly button was bleeding freely. She wasn't wearing any underwear, but Emily made sure to cover her lower half. And as beautiful as she was (and GOD was she beautiful!), the men felt nothing but at a loss when looking at her. How could somebody do something like this to one so young?

"Right." Reid said, snapping back into action. "I'm going to put preasure on the wound, but I need someone to call an ambulance!"

Garcia rushed out of the room to make the call, Rossi quickly whispering something in her ear before she left and then he took a step forwards. "She going to be ok, isn't she?"

Reid looked up at him helplessly. "I- I don't know! The infections look bad, I don't know how much blood she's already lost! She could be fine, but she may..." He looked away, but Rossi knew what he was trying to say.

"God dammit!" Morgan snapped, hitting the wall. "What the hell is going on? Where did she come from? How does she know Reid?"

"I've never met her before in my life!" Reid said defensively, locking eyes with Hotch. "She said that she was told to come to me, that somebody had 'described me perfectly'. Then she freaked out and kept crying that 'I didn't want her' and how she needed to go back to her Master."

Hotch gave his lover a reasuring look, Garcia rushing into the room not a second later. "Ok guys, the ambulance is on it's way and I did what you asked Rossi."

"What?" Hotch frowned. "What did you do?"

"I checked the missing persons records over the last five years and sent pictures of her, from the security footage, to other police departments. So far: nada! Either she hasn't been reported missing or she's been missing longer than five years..."

They all turned to the unconscious girl. "Ok, Garcia, stay here and keep looking. The rest of us will go with her to the hospital."

JJ looked relieved. "We're going to help her?"

Hotch nodded. "She came to our building, claiming to know one of our agents; this case is all ours." They were all thankful about that; they didn't know how they would've taken it if told the case wasn't theirs. "There's nothing we can do at the moment; only one question matters."

Emily frowned. "And what's that?"

"Who is she?"

:D Should I continue? I really don't know... Tell me what you think!

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