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The long blonde haired lady who was the (apparent) therapist for Reid's family, gave them next to nothing on their case, hiding behind doctor-patient confidentiality laws. Derek was beginning to get frustrated with the fact that everything they found was pointing straight back to Reid's sister, and he was really starting to worry about Reid's reaction if it was true.

More than that, though, Derek had genuinely liked her and although he could tell there was a ferocity under the surface, he kind of liked Lexi. She was protective of her children and not afraid to stand up for herself or them. Sure, she had secrets, but so do most people.

Before leaving the therapist's office, she did give them one little thing to chew on, "I can tell you that she will confess if she has to, whether or not she really killed Will Reid, but before I did anything I would check those reports she filed with the police that were never followed-up on."

Branson had mentioned something similar earlier at the house, even seemed agitated about it. He wondered how exactly he'd forgotten about that particular moment and called JJ to gather the files, while taking Emily with him back to the station.

Those files were apparently important to what was happening in this case somehow.

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Rossi and Hotch stepped through the mess left at Will Reid's home piecing together what they knew.

"We know the unsub's organized, took the time to clean up the blood and get rid of the weapon, the axe." Rossi spoke aloud to noone in particular.

Hotch methodologically looked around the crime scene, "the blows to the head suggest a crime of passion, though, which wouldn't have been planned. If the killer wanted to clean up the blood, why use an axe?"

Rossi moved slowly toward a corner of the room next to the bathroom , which was the first room down the hallway, stooping down to look at a small something that caught his interest. "Hotch."

Aaron moved across the room quickly, curious as to whatever had caught Rossi's attention. Dave handed over the white towel that was stained in a red substance, presumably blood. "Blood splatter, Aaron, nowhere near where the body fell."

"The unsub was here and had taken a shower? It's definitely someone Will Reid knew. Bring that in, well have it tested."

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Jennifer Jureau watched the rookie cop stumble into the very back corner of the files to find what she was looking for, all the while assuring her that any of the statements made by Reid's sister were false. She had heard one of the Detective telling him to stress it.

JJ wasn't a profiler, but she spent most of her time around them and these cops were nervous about the F.B.I. looking through these files. There was something here, in these files.

The brunette boy, who looked to be no older than twenty, handed her one box full of files, packed full.

In her experience, that meant one of two things. The person making the complaints had a vendetta or the person was telling the truth, but noone wanted to listen.

JJ wasn't sure which was going to be better in the long run, for the team or her Spence.

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Reid sat in the car, staring at the house, ignoring Garcia, and wishing he didn't have to face this. He never really knew how to feel about his sister. Some childish part of him insisted that his dad had left because she'd pulled him out of the house. Then, some other part remembered what she was like before she left, how hard she tried afterward, and the logical part of his brain told him there was more to the story.

It took several minutes before he noticed Lexi watching him. After that, it took his brain a milisecond to process that she was sitting in a wheelchair.

He asked himself what had happened to put her in a wheelchair. At lightning speed, causes for physical disabilities spiraled through his head from car accident statistics to statistics about stroke.

As he stepped out of the car, he attempted to refocus on the reason he was here. Within moments, Garcia was at his side babbling, which the profiling part of his brain informed him, to keep him calm and relaxed to do this.

Lexi smiled at him as she opened the door to the house for him. The last time she had seen him had been the day after the night…

No, she couldn't allow herself to think about that, not now with Spencer standing in front of her.

They both stared appraisingly at the other for several minutes, before a cheerful voice interjected, "I'm…"

"Penelope Garcia," Lexi finished for her. "Yeah, I've heard a good bit about all of you."

She turned to Spencer, "I didn't know you'd told her anything…"

"I haven't," Spencer answered with a harsh voice, anger bubbling underneath the surface.

"I hear some things from Don and Charlie Eppes. The BAU is pretty talked about in FBI circles."

"Our cousins," Spencer asked, genuinely curious.

"Yeah, Charlie should be on his way as we speak to help with the boys, just in case…"

"You mean just in case we find evidence that you killed our father," Spencer seethed.

"You really think I could kill him?"

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"Why are you hopping a flight to Vegas right now," Don asked, once again aggravated at his brother's lack of consideration. The anniversary of their mother's death was tomorrow, their dad was a wreck, and for some reason Charlie chooses now to hop over to Vegas and check on their cousin.

"Don, I told her I wouldn't tell you, but Lexi's in some real trouble. Will's dead and the police are blaming her, and Spencer's on his way."

Don's eyes grew large, before he grabbed his coat and started dialing his dad's number. Sometimes he really didn't get their cousin. She gets in trouble with the law and instead of being practical, calling him (FBI), she calls Charlie, the mathmetician.

As soon as he'd talked to his dad, Charlie covinced Milly to show up and spend the day tomorrow, and he'd called his boss, they were on their way.