Welcome to Chapter 4! I just want to thank you guys a lot for following and favouriting (still not sure if that's a word) this fic :3 This chapter may contain sensitive topics so please skip those parts instead of hating me for it if you don't want to read it ;A; Again the amount of people reviewing this has really boosted my confidence so thanks, you sons of jellytots!

13charliepace & cacapadil: Muahahahahaha~ Nothing too bad will happen to him, pinky promise!

Random Reader 17: Don't worry she will ^w^ But please tell me if stuff doesn't add up because I suck at finding plot holes ;A;

marcallie: I'll never ignore it ;A; I'll definitely go back and go over chapter 3 for you~ Dilaudid can be taken orally but yes, I can reveal before the chapter starts, she does trick them into thinking it's a free drug. The reason why shall be explained but put very simply if you don't want to hear the details of it: Anna thinks all men are assholes and should die :'D

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"Reid's disappeared. He was at the other end of the bar and now he's gone. He hasn't contacted me, has he spoke to you?" Alex's worried voice crackled through to Garcia, distorted severely by the amount of background noise.

"Nope, maybe he got picked up?" Garcia shrugged, distracted by her careful scouring of the police records of females who were at both crime scenes, nails idly tapping the lid of her coffee when they abruptly stilled.

"On the job? I don't think so. The unsub hasn't kidnapped anyone yet, only killed..."

"... Oh... Oh dear..."

"What?"

"I think I know who the murderer is."

"What?! Who?!" Alex demanded, voice crackling further.

"That girl. Anna Budworth. She only came to the United States when she was fifteen, she lived in Ireland. In Ireland, she reported being sexually assaulted months before she transferred."

"A grudge against men... A young blonde ... At both clubs... Confident... Assaulted when still growing..." Alex ticked off the basic profile they had given, her serious frown almost visible through the radio.

"Not to mention she called the victims casualties of war. She thinks this is her mission in life." Garcia murmured, browsing through credit records until she found one from seven years ago. "Ah. Proof. I found it, she paid for an abortion as soon as she got to the US."

"Tell everyone. This is our killer."

"Hey, Spencerrrrr... you awake?" A sharp slap echoed around a dark room. A groan followed that, Reid's head lulled from side to side, shaking off the dizziness and watching the blurred scenery around him take form. The only light came from the kitchenette to the right of him and it took a while to realize where he was. Tied to Anna's dining room chair, his revolver and means of communication either emptied or broken on her coffee table.

"Why are you doing this?" He croaked out, lifting his head from staring at the knife on the island counter.

"Hm... Good question. Adequate question. Actually, no, that's a crap question! You're useless, you cops! I thought you'd be quicker to realize why." Anna snorted, twirling a syringe around her fingers like she had done this so many times before as she stepped towards him from the couch.

"You've been... Sexually assaulted..." Spencer's eyes focused on the syringe, so familiar to him, and they widened with suppressed panic when he recognized the liquid inside.

"Bingo! You win top prize! What's wrong, Spency, you scared?" Anna mocked the man's discomfort with a short, humorless laugh, "Yes, I, the girl you took for an idiotic drunk, a whore even, was raped at the young age of fucking fifteen. But he just couldn't kill me and be done with it, no, he had to leave me there with this thing inside of me." A hysterical laugh ricocheted around the room. "Did you know they don't allow abortions in Ireland? That they would force you to have a baby even if you had been raped?!" Anna's voice grew to an almost shriek of anger, the syringe waved around carelessly, violently.

"You flew to America to get an abortion... Why America?"

"Land of the free, right?" She stood still in her screeching, gathering herself again with a grit of her teeth, "I wanted to put as much distance between me and him as possible. And so I went to school here, instead. I thought I'd escaped but... The men there were no different. No different at all. They were disgusting, horrible apes whose minds were only set on sex. I could see it in their eyes, they would all turn into that man." Anna turned to give a vicious kick to the coffee table, one of the glasses on the surface tipping over and dribbling its contents slowly out. She stared at it, her back to Reid while he pulled at the rope that bound him, until she swung round to continue her monologue. "I got to college. I wanted to keep myself safe, see someone's true purpose and learn why they would do that to me... I took psychology. I learned how to see what people thought just by what their eyes told me... My professor... He had bad thoughts about the girls in my class, I could see it in his eyes. I transferred to biology."

"Why didn't you alert someone?" He tried to keep his gaze trained on Anna though he desperately itched to turn around and see how far he was to escaping.

"Are you kidding?" An indignant snort as the woman continued to pace the apartment, fully into her rant. "Who would listen to the Irish weirdo who removed herself from men entirely? Who would listen just based on what his eyes and body language told me? No one, that's who. They're all stupid and ignorant. So I was going to take matters into my own hands... Biology is very useful, did you know? It tells you all about the frailty of the human body and how just repeatedly stabbing their stomach and reproductive organs... Men can die." A smirk broadened onto her face at the talk of the gruesome deaths.

"Why start now, though?" Reid needed to keep her talking, who knows what she was going to do with him after she'd finished her reiteration of her life.

"I tried to forget, you know. I tried to shut off how the men around me were sex-driven and would do anything to get that. I went to the club. I tried to have fun like other girls. I couldn't, of course, I stuck to the bar, thinking that was a safe place. He was there. The first man I killed. He kept touching me. I could see it in his eyes. I told him to be there the next night, I was going to kill him. I could have strangled him then and there. But no, I bid my time... Like a good little girl and lured him to the toilets. I convinced him it was like any other drug that got him high and then i stabbed him when he had his hands all over me on the dance floor. Then I walked away like nothing happened and people only realized when he fell over from blood loss that he had been stabbed... They're not very observant, normal people. They don't notice what they should - they ignore everything." If he could not hear the topic, he would have thought Anna's tone was a fond retelling of an encounter, though the sinister words spoke of her true feelings.

Spencer swallowed after hearing her whimsical retelling of how she had brutally murdered a man who had flirted with her in a bar. His eyes only stayed on the syringe, though, beads of sweat appearing on his forehead as he wanted the needle tip swing back and forth while she took to sitting on his lap, an almost comical copy of how she had done so earlier in her drunken state - although now he was tethered to her dining room chair.

"Was I a good actress, Spency? Gushing like a naive, nerdy schoolgirl about serial killers and psychology? Whining about my mother who doesn't actually know if I'm dead or alive? I couldn't give a shit about any of that... I'm just trying to get rid of the men who would do what he did in the blink of an eye." Anna slipped an arm round his neck, leaning against him in an almost languid fashion, watching the syringe spin in her fingers like he did.

"Not all men are like this, Anna." He attempted to reason with her, desperately wishing he was able to put as much distance between him and that syringe as possible.

"I know, I realized that when I met you. Your eyes..." She turned to face him, using her fingers to gently brush strands of hair away as Reid looked at her out the corner of his eye. "You weren't interested in sex, you weren't lusting after women like those men were. You had a job

and you did it well, no matter how annoying I was. You're so admirable it'll hurt so much to kill you."

"Then... Don't kill me... I'm sorry for what happened to you, but this isn't a mission, this is murder."

"They deserved it!" Anna's voice turned from the soft tone she used about him to that of derangement, her hand lifted to strike him across the face, snapping his head to the side.

"You were probably sending out the same signals as them. Even now... You're acting like the men you have killed... It's not their fault and it's not your fault... Stop before you hurt yourself." Reid whispered, not daring to turn back to here, and stared at the floor beneath him.

"Don't tell me what to do!" Anna screamed, leaping from where she sat and pointing the syringe in his direction, "I am nothing... Nothing like those men! They take everything from women! Of course it's their fault!"

"You don't have to kill them, it's not your duty. You can live a normal life, free of men. Don't seek them out." Reid pleaded, tugging at his bonds. They should have found her address by now, they're probably on their way, he hoped desperately. Anna was becoming severely unhinged and Spencer wasn't sure what words would be the tipping point for her and the last for him.

"I... I'm not... It's all their fault... They will attack women... I've saved them..."

"You didn't know they would... You couldn't have known..."

"I saw it! I saw it in their eyes! Just like now... Your eyes right now, you're being crafty... Are you trying to escape?" Anna stopped her rage and stared at him, before pacing towards him. "They're coming, aren't they? They'll arrest me and you'll be saved... They're probably outside right now." She murmured before pulling the curtains apart and staring at the fire escape before her. It was moment before she spoke again, calm as if she had never killed or kidnapped anyone. "You're not going to escape. You're either going to die or become my hostage."

"Don't do this... Please..." Spencer resorted to mindless begging, watching Anna twist the syringe in her hand until she looked like she was wielding a knife.

"Make up your mind. I'll slit your throat for them to find or I'll keep you alive. Don't stall, or I'll cut your stomach open right now." Leering at him and advancing, she picked up her knife from the counter island and raised it to hang above him. "three... two... o-"

"Wait! I'll go!" Just as she lowed the knife, Reid jumped, the chair legs lifting off the floor once, pausing the action of reaching to stab him.

"There's a good little hostage. Now just take a dose of this..." Her other hand lifted the syringe, the knife cutting the arm of his shirt so she could get a clear angle on the skin. "You know what this is, Weedy?"

"No... Anna, don't! I don't want it! Please!"

"Your eyes... You're an addict. Even better." Anna simply ignored his pleas and pulled the skin taught, flicked the needle once before injecting the dilaudid. What followed was his short intake of breath before his pupils contracted, eyelids fluttering closed, and the feeling of euphoria was clearly shown on his relaxing face. "Come on then, Weedy, up you get. We're going on an adventure!"

And that's that. Hope her ranting clears everything up and if it doesn't please tell me ;A;

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LOE101