Okay. So here is my second-ish story. Check out my others if you plzz. Idk when you are reading this but none are finished… I'm a lil slow… hahaha. Don't worry about my txt speech; it won't be that way fer the story… Enjoy!

Everything was hazy. Nothing made sense.

"Owen?" She turned her head , her eyes meeting with those of a demon's. "Owen!" She struggled, her handcuffs clattering against something metal. She cried out in fear again.

"Please! Don't hurt me. I'll do whatever you want me too. Please! Let me go! Let me go!"

"Shh." She felt fingers on her lips and could vaguely see a figure leaning over her. She felt something brush her face. She flinched, but it must've been hair because when the figure moved away so did the tickling feeling.

"Owen!" she screamed.

"Shh, Clarissa, Owen can't hear you…" there was a blinding light and a searing pain behind her eyes. "He isn't available right now."

"Goodbye Clarissa."


The office was a bustle with movement and chatter. It was a normal day at the FBI headquarters in Quantico, Virginia.

"Good morning, Garcia." Agent Derik Morgan said walking by the tech analysis, Penelope Garcia. She turned, walking backwards, holding tightly to her foam coffee cup.

"I'll show you a good morning." She laughed with a wink.

Morgan smiled and passed Agent Emily Prentiss on his way to his desk, piled with work.

"Hey kid."

"Hey." Spencer Reid, the youngest member of the Behavioral analysis Unit, though not the newest, said absent mindedly.

Prentiss yawned.

"Long weekend?" Morgan asked.

"Yes." She groaned.

"Her mother came to visit." Reid said not looking up from his desk.

"Ooh-hoo-hoo! How is the dragon?" Morgan laughed.

Prentiss rolled her eyes. "What about you? What havoc did you wreak this weekend?"

"Just a little fun at the club." Morgan danced in place (not failing to notice the subject change) as Reid smiled and Prentiss threw a stress ball she'd been tossing around at him.

"Um, excuse me?"

Reid glanced up.

Standing a little ways away was a girl of about sixteen or seventeen.

White female, mid teens, brown hair, green eyes. Seems nervous. Fidgets with bracelet- looks new. Probably a gift. Reid stopped himself. Probably shouldn't profile the guests…

"Can we help you?" Prentiss asked genuinely.

"Yeah. Um…" she started rummaging through her messenger's bag, pulling out a folder with papers hanging out, "I'm looking for agent Spencer Reid?" Reid, reluctantly, stood up and the girl saw him for the first time.

She sighed in relief, "I'm so glad to meet you! It's an honor! A true honor!" she rambled shaking his hand.

"I'm sorry, who are you?" he asked, ignoring Morgan's and Prentiss's giggles about a perfectly reasonable question.

"Oh sorry. I'm Casey. Casey Donald." She took a deep breath, "I'm your sister."

Dun, dun, dun! Srry it's such a short chapter . It's kinda a starter. I'll keep it goin if I can get a positive review. Tell me wat u don't like bout it so I can alter mistakes. I hope there was enuff there to give u an idea about whether or not it's going to be worth ur time/notifications. Thnx guys!