The week after Rosa and the team had finally caught the guy that was killing those woman, Clark had been charged with murder but that still doesn't mean she is going to come back. I had a lot of gifts, sorry cards and a whole bunch of other things coming to my door. 

Max has been trying to get through to me since Maddie died, but I've been ignoring everyone apart from Morgan and Rona. Those two have managed to get through to me, but it still doesn't make it any less hard than it is. 

I grumbled as I fall face first onto my bed, not thinking about the consequences. A box flew right through the air, off of my bed and scattered all over the floor. Showing a lot of photographs of me and the team, me and Max, Me, Rona and Rosa and me and my parents when I was younger. 

I tried looking around but since I was so dark I couldn't see a thing, So I packed up my belongings and booked the next flight back to Quantico. I couldn't wait for the team to get their stuff together, as they were going to Maddie's funeral but I refused to. Too much heartbreak for me. 

I texted Garcia telling her coming home and I needed to see her urgently, I told her to stay in the office because I was going to need her office and computers. She texted me back telling me she would stay put until I got back and into the office. 

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2 am, that's what time I arrived back at the FBI offices, The flight had been delayed and I knew Garcia would be tired so I got me and her coffee on my way back. Picking up the box that I had received and the two coffees, I made my way to the door. Where security opened it for me and I showed my badge.

Barry was working the night shift, I gave him a warm smile before getting in the lift. He was one of our security guards and I had always gotten on well with him, he was one of the best for this place and always got good remarks back from the general public and employees here. 

Once the lift hit the seventh floor, I was hit with busy agents and Anderson ran up to me. "Anderson?" I asked raising my eyebrow at him. "What happened?" I asked him, I still had the box right up in my face so I couldn't exactly see Anderson, all I could see was his hair that's how I knew it was him.

"Nothing, everyone is just doing overtime and you've got a package on your table." He said pointing towards me and I sighed.

"Another one?" I asked him, and he nodded. I grumbled before thanking him and walking towards Penelope's office. Opening her door with my elbow, I found her head on the table and drool coming out of her mouth while she was sleeping. I smirked as I put the box down on the table and took a photo of this and sent it to Derek. 

She's going to kill me when she finds out, I thought as I walked over to her and nudged her gently "Wakey wakey booboo." I said, and she quickly woke up with a start.

"I totally wasn't sleeping," She said rubbing her eyes, and I rolled my own.

"Sure you weren't." I said as my phone buzzed, I looked down to see Derek had texted back. I laughed out loud at the response I had gotten. 

"What?" She asked, being nosy like she always is. I quickly slipped my phone away and looked at her innocently. 

"Nothing, Anyway. Can you scan some photo's in. I want to enlarge them for a proper analysis of them." I said and Garcia nodded, and for a thank you I placed her coffee down on the table. "Call me back when you find something." I said before heading to my office. 

A file stood proudly on my desk and I took a deep breath before opening it, finding something incriminating against a suspect for my mothers murder. One Jason Brown was caught with my mothers car that had been stolen from the crime scene two decades before. 

But they couldn't find her fingerprints anywhere in the car, meaning whoever killed my mother had cleaned it so hard and then either sold it or Jason Brown had killed my mother. But when I looked down at the bottom, he was incarcerated at the time. He wasn't my mothers killer, someone else was and he had just bought the car second hand.  

I rubbed my head in between my hands, This had become a cold case now. There was no word from the killer apart from the multiple photos, that are sent with no doubt every second week. They haven't stopped since I was 6. I'm now 23, this has been going on 17 years and I'm getting fed up of it. 

I saw my phone vibrate on my desk and I picked it up, "Ross," I said. I heard heavy breathing on the other end before the caller quickly ended the call, causing me to pull the phone away from my ear. 

Well then, I rested my head against the table and let my eyes droop closed as I let my breathing calm down. 

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Who knew Ash was hiding a lot of demons from her past, that are again starting to resurface in her everyday life. 

This chapter is dedicated to criminalminded_ for being amazing, and dedicating some of her chapters to me and a few other people. Thanks for the support.