Ok so eventually here's installment # 6! Thanks to Caitlin from the cm fanatics board for getting me onto this!! (you should read her stories, username: ReidsLuvr93 )

Chapter 6: Close Your Eyes and Dream

Appearances often are deceiving – Aesop

JJ curled up in a ball and rested her head against the cold stone wall beside her. She closed her eyes hoping, praying, that it would make everything better. She remembered her mom always telling her when she was little to close her eyes and dream happy thoughts any time she was scared. To think of butterflies and bright coloured flowers.

But she wasn't a little girl anymore. Butterflies and flowers weren't going to help her forget what he had done to her. He had taken away a part of her that she would never be able to get back. She was like a butterfly with a broken wing, or a flower that someone had trampled on.

She realised that the most precious thing to her was her team: they were her friends, her family. So instead of dreaming of flowers and butterflies she smiled about what she loved best about each of them. She closed her eyes and dreamed about the most precious people in her life:

First there was Hotch. To those who didn't know him he came across as stern and business like. But they had never seen him smile. When he smiled it lit up not only his face but the faces of everyone around him.

Gideon. He was the most knowledgeable man she had ever known. She felt that she had to be careful about what she said to him but it always felt such an honour to be acquainted with him. That nod or look he would give her if she said or did something right was one of the best feelings in the world.

And Morgan. Derek was very much a ladies man. He had a tough guy stigma around him but JJ knew that there was so much more to Derek Morgan than that. Underneath his hard shell was a damaged soul and one of the most genuine and kindest people she knew.

Dr Spencer Reid. She felt her mouth twitch into a small smile. She squeezed her eyes shut tighter. All JJ ever wanted to do was to ruffle up his hair every time she saw him. She knew that he used to have a major crush on her but he had moved past that and now loved her as a good friend. She could tease him endlessly about his mismatching socks and his trousers that were that little bit too short. She loved him for being nothing like anyone else she knew. She loved him for being Reid.

Newest to the team was Emily. JJ knew she had spent her whole life being the new kid. JJ just wished that she would realise that she was just as much a part of the team as everyone else.

Last, but most certainly not least: Garcia. Penelope was the best friend that JJ had ever had. She could sit and chat with her forever about the good times and the bad. Garcia gave out the best hugs and was the most warm hearted person JJ knew.

She loved them all so much.

"Please come and save me," she whispered as a silent tear rolled out of her scrunched up eyes and down her pale cheek.

Everyone trailed back into the conference room.

"Did you guys find anything at JJ's house?"

Reid explained everything that happened at JJ's with little Holly and the thoughts that he and Emily had.

"So what would make four young, smart women open their doors to someone?" Morgan asked, his pen tapping on the desk.

"Maybe they all knew him?" Emily suggested.

"We checked for any connections but came up with nothing," Hotch said shaking his head.

"Ok then so other than someone you knew who would you open your door to?" Reid questioned pacing up and down. The room fell into silence as they all racked their brains.

"There's something staring us right in the face! I just know it!" Gideon said wearily, rubbing his hands over his face in distress. He looked around at his exhausted team. It was always 100 times worse when it became personal. "Let's take a break," he suggested with a sigh. "Some fresh air would do us all good."

The team slowly got up and silently made their way out. Except Reid.

"Hey come on, take a break," Morgan said when he noticed Reid staying.

"I'm not resting until JJ is back here safe."

Morgan sighed at the determination in his young colleagues face.

"Yeah you and me both," he said before closing the door behind him.

Reid walked over to the wall that was covered with pictures from the crime scenes at all four houses.

"Did you know that it takes on average 600 grapes to make a bottle of wine?" Reid asked looking into the red liquid.

"Do you actually want me to answer that?" JJ asked with a smile as she joined Reid on the couch.

"No I just thought it was quite interesting," he said with a frown.

"Hey don't worry I'm just playing," JJ said hitting his arm playfully.

"Oh I better get that," she put her glass down as the doorbell rang. "Feel free to put the tv on or whatever."

As JJ got up Reid picked up the remote and switched the tv on.

He looked up when JJ walked back in.

"Hey can you chuck me my purse, there's a girl collecting for charity at the door."

"Yeah sure," he picked her purse up from the table and passed it over.

Reid scanned over all the photos his brain driving into overload.

"Collecting for charity….who would you open your door to….collecting for charity…." he muttered under his breath his eyes frantically scanning over the pictures in front of him. Suddenly it hit him. "…purse… That's it!!"

He ran out of the room and almost straight into Hotch.

"I've figured it out! The unsub is a charity collector!" he rambled out incoherently.

"Wo, wo, slow down," Hotch said raising his hands.

"Well you know how Gideon said 'it' was staring us straight in the face well I know what it is!"

"Everyone back in the room!" Hotch called to the team.

"Is everything alright?" Emily asked rushing back in.

"Everyone listen to Reid," he instructed as they all took a seat at the table.

"I was looking at these pictures and I had a flashback to when I went to JJ's house after we went to the game, and when I was there she answered the door to a girl collecting for charity," he looked around at the blank faces. "The unsub is a charity collector!" he exclaimed his voice squeaking. "It makes perfect sense! That's why they all opened their doors to him and…."

"The purses…" Emily nodded in realisation. "At all four scenes there were purses lying at or near the front door. They were all handing over money for the charity when he attacked!"

"Garcia…"

"List of all charity workers in the area, got it," she said her fingers going like lightning on her laptop.

"So JJ was giving this man money out of the goodness of her own heart and he…he attacked her?" Emily questioned.

"How do we know that this guy wasn't just posing as a charity worker?" Morgan asked.

"JJ would check for certain, all charity workers should have badges. She would check," Reid said knowing JJ was careful over everything.

"This guy doesn't like to play games," Gideon added and all their heads turned to him. "His mind is too methodical for that. He abducts women of the same physical appearance, at the same time of day. He has a specific plan, a reason for what he's doing."

"Now why would someone become a charity collector?" Hotch questioned.

"Religion maybe? Want to help others?" Emily suggested.

"Can't think of anything better to do," Morgan added in bluntly.

"Maybe they feel they have something to make up for," Reid commented with a frown. "Perhaps they did something in their past that they feel guilty about."

"Well that excludes….nobody," Morgan concluded. "We all have something we feel bad about in our past."

"Maybe he just became a collector so he could get close to these women," Reid suggested. "I mean who would suspect a charity collector of any wrong doing? He could easily stand on the street everyday and watch these women live their lives without people even giving it a second though. All he had to do was shake a bucket and look harmless."

"They had no idea…" Garcia said quietly looking up at the board with the pictures of the four women. Her eyes rested on JJ's picture. "Oh my girl where are you?"

Hope and fear are inseparable - La Rochefoucauld

Hope it was worth the read!!