Hey guys! Sorry I haven't done this yet but it was my first time posting and I was still figuring it out. Anyway, I don't own Criminal Minds... if I did do you really think I would be sitting here writing fan fiction at two in the morning? Anyway I feel like such a bad person for killing Anthony, he is one of my idols! But where the story goes is where the story goes... Enjoy!

At the crime scene

"So it looks like the shooter shot from somewhere in this general area," Morgan stated.

"Hey, I just got text from Reid," Prentiss said, "the shooter is a woman who goes by the screen name Ellabeanbean."

"Alright, I'll call Garcia."

"And what does my beautiful chocolate god need?"

"Hey baby girl, I need you to look up a screen name for me."

"Sure thing, what is it?"


"Just one moment... okay I found a youtube and twitter account by that name, I'll look into the accounts histories. And it looks like they are used by the same person."

"Great, thanks baby girl."

"Anytime sugar."

"Hey Prentiss, Garcia found a youtube and twitter account for Ellabeanbean, she's looking into them right now."



I awoke in what looked to be a basement with concrete walls and floors. I was on a dirty mattress with my hands and ankles bound with duct tape. I immediately started to panic and struggle.

"Well Paige, it seems that you have awoken."

"Who are you!" I cried.

"I'm Ellabeanbean, don't you recognize me?"

"No!" I yelled.

"Well you just proved my point. Let's get this straight Paige, I don't want to hurt you. I only want revenge, and your only here because the stupid FBI took him away! I can't complete it without him. So you see Paige, you are my ticket to him."

"Who is him?" I asked slightly more calm.

"Toby Joe Turner, more commonly known as Tobuscus," she replied.

"Why on earth would you want to hurt him, he never did anything to you!" I was more angry now.

"Oh but he did, I tweeted him and commented on all his videos just asking to read my little blurb and tell me it would get better. I just wanted someone to care! I never had that! Not at home, not at school, not even on twitter with the so called smoshers and audience members. Some of those arrogant bitches are on my list to."

"You know Toby, Ian and... A-Anthony," it pained me to say his name, "probably never even saw your tweets and comments, they get a lot of those you know."

"BULLSHIT!" she yelled. "You don't know how many times and how often I sent these things to them! They don't care about me! No one does, I lost the only person who did!"

I wanted to calm her down. "I'm sorry, your right I didn't know. Um, who was he... or she, you know who cared about you."

"My- my best friend, Jessica. She committed suicide. She was the only one who cared for me, the only one who looked out for me, she cared what I was feeling..."

"That's not true you know," I said, "That she was the only one that cared, I care. I know how you feel, I to lost my best friend."

Then I saw something in her eyes. Sorrow and regret. "I'm sorry," she muttered. "I didn't mean for it to happen, I though you were the only one in the room. I couldn't handle two people."

"Never the less," I replied, "you still killed her, my best friend. You caused me the same pain that you went though. I never did anything to you."

Then she got up silently and walked up the stairs and closed and locked the door leaving me in complete darkness.


Back at the station.

Ring ring.

"Your on speaker Garcia," said Morgan.

"Okay, I checked this persons youtube and it's all videos of her talking about how no one cares about her and committing suicide and such. And her twitter is full of suicidal tweets and rants. She couldn't have been more than seventeen. Also I found a tumblr with that screen name connected to her twitter, and she only has one post talking about how smosh and tobuscus saved her life. She has tweeted several times to Ian, Anthony, Toby, and some other girls, begging them to read her message and no one ever did."

"So we have a suicidal teen who is killing the people who didn't read her post," said Hotch.

"There's more than that. Her mother died when she was two, and her father abused her. And still does apparently. And she was bullied constantly at school, except by one person. Jessica Anderson who is- or rather was, her best friend."

"Was?" asked Rossi.

"She committed suicide a few weeks ago, she shot herself in the head"

"Stressor," Reid said.

"Do we have a full name and address?" asked Prentiss.

"Isabelle Harrison, 4528 Clementine St."

"Let's go," said Hotch.


Reid POV

I was in an SUV with Prentiss and Rossi. We arrived at the house first. It was isolated. The perfect place for murder, even though she didn't murder people at her house. My phone rang. It was Hotch.

"Yeah?" I said.

"Reid, the unsub is holding a girl captive in there, she took her from her hotel room and shot the other girl."


"She also left a not saying that we get her back when we giver her Toby."

"Hotch we're about to go in"

"I'll be there in a minute," he said before hanging up.

We went in the house, clearing the rooms. No one seemed to be here. But out in the back I thought I saw someone coming out of a cellar. I rushed out to the back yard but no one was there. I stopped and looked around just before I felt a warm pain on the back of my head before everything went black.

Sorry about the cliffhanger... And also sprry for the short bad chapter haha. Next chapter should be up tomorrow!