"Ta-" Reid called after her, interrupted by his ringing cell phone. Stepping out of the lift, Spencer followed her and pressed the phone to his ear.

"Reid."

"Reid, where's Tammy?" A slightly frantic Morgan asked.

Worried and confused, Spencer stuttered his response. "Sh-she went back to get her phone. Why?"

"Reid, get her. Now."

"Morgan, what the hell is going on?"

"Officer Charles, our UnSub, has already spoken to Tammy. He's not here and hasn't been in since about one."

Sudden understanding washed over Spencer. "That's when we took the girls to the hospital."

The closing of a door and click of a lock distracted Spencer from whatever Morgan was saying. Looking up, he saw a hotel room door. Their door.

"Morgan." Reid said gravely, cutting his teammate off mid-sentence. "He's in the room."

"What?"

"Charles. He is in the room. With Tammy."

"We'll be there in less than ten minutes. Hang tight, don't interrupt them."

"Yeah." Was all he replied with, too zoned out to come up with a real response.

"Reid, Tammy is smart; she'll make it out of this." With that, they both hung up, and Spencer waited in the hallway helplessly.

Tansy and Emily

"She's what!"

"Tansy, it'll be alright."

"The hell it will!" The raged woman shouted, practically shooting out of the sun-roof of the SUV that was currently speeding down the highway- lights blaring and sirens blasting.

"Are you really questioning Tammy's survival instincts?" Emily joked, trying to get the woman next to her to move a little further away from the edge of sanity, "She'll be pissed when I tell her that."

The idea seemed to work, for Tansy sat back in her seat and quieted down instantly. She stared out the window in deep thought, and Emily knew that she was trying to find answers for all of this. Answers that didn't exist.

"How did he even get in their room?" She finally asked, this time a lot more calm. "I mean, I understand how he could find out their hotel- just follow them, but how did he get in the room?"

Emily, knowing full well that the truth would make the girl undeniably paranoid, timidly responded, "Do you really want the answer?"

"Yes." She replied not a second later.

"It's not that hard to outsmart a trusting hotel manager. Especially if you have a police badge."

Silencer filled the car once again as Tansy looked back out of the window, horrible scenarios of all kinds running through her mind.

Tammy

Rationally thought overpowered by sheer rage, Tammy line-backer tackled the through-and-through delusional psychopath. A loud thud rang through gasoline filled room and the lighter that was once held firmly slid under the bed-side table.

The two wrestled for power, Charles having a weight advantage, but Tammy having an experience advantage. It was the classic battle of brain over brawn.

The Team

"Do we have any way in?" Hotch questioned.

"They locked the door and it's not like these are some cheesy one inch-thick doors, either. It won't be easy to break down." Rossi answered.

"What'd that smell?" Emily asked as she and Tansy stepped out of the stairwell and into the hall, joining a sea of bullet-proof vests and guns.

"Kerosene." Reid told her. "We think that he wants to burn her." The lack of emotion in his voice frightened everyone.

"Why?" Tansy questioned as innocently as possible. She knew that she shouldn't blame Spencer, that none of this was his fault and that he was probably hurting as much as she was, but acting with poise and rationality were two difficult concepts to master in such a stressful time.

"Fire is considered one of the few ways to completely cleanse something." He explained, "He views her as dirty, something that must be cleaned."

"Why is she dirty?" Emily asked.

The slight blush on Reid's face answered.

"Finally." Tansy murmured, the hallway erupting in laughter.

Charles

Charles bashed her head against the slab of wood under one of the beds, completely disorienting her.

While she was trying to blink away the black spots, he reached under the small table and grabbed his lighter. His weapon back in his hand and his once sweet Anna sitting on the floor, he kicked her back and sent her sprawling back to onto a puddle of fuel. When she turned onto her back, he shoved his foot to her neck, keeping her in a submissive state.

"Why, Anna?" He wondered aloud to the slowly chocking woman. "What happened to you? You were always so perfect. We all had such high expectations for you, how could you let everyone down?

"Don't worry, though, sweetheart," He whispered in what would be a comforting voice, "You won't have to feel guilty anymore. I'll save yo-"

"Officer Charles." A deep and authoritative voice called through the door.

"Go away!" He screamed back, pressing his foot further into Anna's neck. She started gagging and gasping for air, her hands feebly trying to get him to move his leg.

"Thomas, I know you think you are helping her, but you are not. You have to let her go." The voice demanded.

"You don't know what she's done!" He retaliated, "She had so much potential! And she threw it all away! Just threw it away like she didn't care about it!"

"Tell us about her, Thomas." A different, kinder, female voice requested. "What was she like before she threw it all away?"

Lost in memory, the pressure of his foot against Anna's neck soften enough for her to throw him off of her. She climbed a top of him and ripped the lighter out of his hand, tossing it by the door. A few seconds after she did this, he felt an unbelievable pain in his right wrist.

Screaming in agony, he thrashed under her, trying to escape. Seconds later, his left wrist felt the same, ungodly pain.

"Anna?" He whined out, looking up at her through teary eyes.

"It's Tamatha you twisted asswipe." She growled.

Everyone (minus Ex-Officer Thomas Charles)

"Omigodomigodomigod, you'realiveyou'realiveyou'realive!" Tansy shouted as she maintained her vice-grip on her bestfriend's waist.

"Not for long if you don't let go." Tammy said in a strained voice.

"Sorry," the other woman apoloized, letting go but staying close, "So, do have any idea what's wrong with him?"

"I don't know," She answered honestly, "He kept calling my 'Anna' though."

"We still haven't found anyone important in his life with any form of the name Anna." Emily told the two girls as she and Morgan walked up to the stretcher that Tammy was sitting on.

"Have you checked his old high school?" Tammy asked.

"No, why?" Morgan questioned.

"He said 'We all had such high expectations for you. How could you let everyone down?'. It sounds like he was talking about a big group. I thought that maybe Anna was some kind of perfect girl from his high school years whose life just went downhill." She explained.

"Well, we got nothing else." He admitted, flipping open his phone. "Hey Garcia..."

When he was gone, Emily turned to Tammy.

"You alright?"

"I guess so." She shurgged. "My head hurts like hell but aside from that..."

"Well, you don't have a concussion." The EMT told her as he stepped out of the back of the ambulance, "But you're going to have a nasty bump tomorrow, and a pretty bad bruise where he punched you. Also, you may have a sore thoart, but some tea of hot chocolate and a couple of Halls should take care of that." He finished with a smile.

"So I'm good?" She asked, making a move to hop off of the gurney.

"Yes, you're fine."

With that, the three girls walked over to where Rossi, Hotch and Spencer were talking. When he saw Tammy approach, Spencer got quiet.

"He admitted to the other killings," Rossi told them, "He took a plea and will be in prison with mental care for the rest of his life."

"Sweet." Was the only response Tammy gave aside from a small nod.

"We're still running your room as a crime scene," Hotch told her, "But you and Reid should be able to get your things in about a half hour."

"Alright."

Everybody gave her worried looks, expect for Spencer, who was studying his shoes like they held the secret of the universe under their laces.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Tansy asked, her voice dripping with worry.

"Fine."

Tammy gave her friend a look that the two had perfected in high school. The get-everyone-outta-here-so-me-and-my-guy-can-be-alone look. Tansy nodded slightly and turned to the rest of the group.

"So, who wants food!" She questioned enthusiastically.

"No thanks, I'm good." Rossi replied.

"Trust me, Dave, you're hungry." Hotch told him, lightly grabbing the older man's sleeve and pulling him after the two women.

When they were out of earshot, Spencer said one word.

"Tactical."

"Yup." Tammy replied with smile before getting more serious, "Why are avoiding me?"

"I'm not avoiding-"

"Don't even try."

He sighed and leaned against a police cruiser, shoving his hands into his pockets, once again avoiding eye contact.

"Spencer," She tried again, "Please, tell me what's wrong."

The look on his face told her all she needed.

"Anna Tyler was in Charles' graduating class," Garcia told Morgan while she continued reading, "She was Queen of every big dance, Student Body President, Camera Club, French Club, Drama and Speech, Debate, Mathletes, Volleyball Team and so on."

"Well there's the potential," Morgan pointed out, "What about the let down."

"She dropped out of Law School after her father killed himself. She became a stripper in a local Vegas club and- Oh my God."

"What?"

"Sh-she was found dead a few weeks ago. Cocaine overdose. Charles was the officer on scene."

Morgan sighed and thanked Garcia before going to find Hotch and tell him the new development.

"Spencer, it isn't your fault." She told him sternly.

"Isn't it?" He challenged, "I was suppose to protect you and I let you run right into his hands."

"Run, exactly," She pointed out, "Spencer, hun, I'm not trying to be mean, but let's be real, do you honestly think you could out-run me?"

She was rewarded with a small smile.

"Look," She sighed, leaning next to him, "What happened, happened. It's over now. Everyone's safe, Charles is in prison, Tansy is feeding, it's all good. So let's just move on, okay?"

His smile grew and he looked her in the eyes, "Alright."

She smiled back and they walked off in the same direction of the others, arms linked.

"Feeding?" Spencer asked, referring to Tammy's earlier commet about Tansy.

"Oh, when TJ is hungry she gradually stops being human." She explained with a smile.

"TJ?"

"Tansy Jade." She laughed, leaning closer to her boyfri-

"Are we going out?" She asked automatically, straightening out and standing still, bringing Spencer to stop, also.

"I thought we were." He admitted, looking from side-to-side in confusion and shrugging slightly.

"Good." Tammy smiled, going back to their original position and going to the small diner where they saw friends eating.

A/N: My mother use to give me a whole lot of garbage about basically living off of Ramen Noodles and Chef Boyardee and I would always retaliate with the simple reply 'I'm preparing for college life :)'
Well, I'm sitting in my nieghbor's dorm at a SuperBowl party and guess what we have for food?

Tony's pizza
Ramen Noodles
Popcorn
and Chef Boyardee

Boo. Yah.

Okay, story's over :) It's been fun ya'll

Oh, and Anna's story is based off of the Hinder song 'Homecoming Queen'

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