The guy who had kidnapped Lexi was Peter Ellis, a 40-something year old from Cicero, Indiana. We were watching the footage of him grabbing her, and something didn't sit right with me. I could tell the rest of the team was bothered by it, too.

"It's too easy. He's grabbing her in broad daylight, and there isn't even a struggle to speak of. How is that possible?" Emily voiced my concerns.

"It looked like she recognized him," JJ added.

"She probably did if he's from Cicero. She lived there for a while," Dean spoke up.

"With Becca," I nodded. "She mentioned that."

"So the question is, how does she know him?" Rossi asked, ignoring the look Dean gave me.

"The probability of running into someone you know is around 1 in 10 million depending on factors such as how many cities you visit and how often you meet people," Reid spouted. "The fact that she ran into him out of town from where they knew each other, even out of state, makes that probability much more unlikely."

"Garcia, keep working on finding the connection between Ellis and the victim. The rest of you, wheels up in 30," Hotch informed us.

As everyone was filing out, Dean stopped me by putting a hand on my arm.

"She told you about Becca?" he asked once we were alone.

"She told us about a lot of things, Dean."

"She hasn't talked about Becca in years."

I swallowed, suddenly realizing why it was such a big deal to him that she had told us about her first kid. When Lexi had first mentioned Rebecca, her eyes had lit up, but there had been a pain behind them that was later explained when she told us how she had slit her own daughter's throat while supposedly possessed by a demon. That was the first time during her tale that she had cried.

She had been fairly emotionless throughout her whole story, telling us about all the times she ran into the Winchesters that led to them being in that motel room with the President of the United States. The few times she did show any major emotions, she had been talking about her kids. It made it glaringly obvious that if it came down to it, the woman would always put her children first. As long as they were safe, she was happy.

"I never meant---" I started.

"Whatever. It doesn't matter. Don't we have to get going?"

Dean shoved past me, purposely ramming into my shoulder as he left the room. I sighed before following him out. I grabbed my go bag from under my desk and headed toward the elevator where Dean was waiting for me. Everyone had already gone to the jet.

"How'd you get here, anyway?" I asked him.

"I drove, obviously."

"Does that mean you won't be joining us on the jet?"

"Oh, hell no. I don't do flying."

I quirked an eyebrow at the Winchester's suddenly panicked tone, which he quickly got back in check.

"Well, that's going to take a while. If you want, I can tell Hotch I'm heading down with you. Keep you company for the drive down."

"You don't have to---"

"It actually might work better that way. I'm sure you have questions for me, and if I'm with you, they can keep in touch and get more information about Lexi's disappearance from you."

Green eyes studied my face for a moment before he sighed and nodded assent. So, I texted Hotch to let him know Dean and I would be driving separately from the rest of them. I followed Dean to the classic 1967 Chevrolet Impala and he paused before unlocking the doors.

"My car. My rules. You signed up for this."

"I understand."

He nodded, unlocking the car and sliding behind the wheel. Taking a deep breath, I slid into the passenger side of the bench, throwing my go bag in the back. This was going to be a long drive...

---

I stood on the other side of the two-way mirror. JJ was talking with Lexi, who was refusing to talk. As the months wore on, she had started drawing more and more into herself, even within the walls of my home. All the progress we had made was slowly deteriorating.

"We need to locate the Winchesters," JJ was saying. "I think you know information that could help us do that. Maybe if you cooperate, we can help you locate your son."

I groaned internally, as a fire lit deep in Lexi's dull blue eyes at the mention of her son. The members of the team had been bringing him up more and more in an attempt to get Lexi to listen, and I could tell it was starting to grate on her nerves, even if she kept her emotions in check.

"Come on, Lexi. I---"

"Don't do that. Don't act like you're my friend. We're not friends. You're a cop trying to arrest the father of my kid. The innocent father of my kid. He's never done anything wrong. Anything that got him on your list of Most Wanted's or whatever was him getting framed by monsters. It wasn't actually him. So you can shut your face."

After the outburst, the woman crossed her arms and legs tightly, resolutely glaring at the wall. I sighed as JJ stood up and left the room and came over to stand beside me as we watched Lexi stew.

"We need to get her to open up," JJ said.

"She was opening up. Not here, but at home. I was making some real progress with her before you guys started pushing the whole 'we'll help find your son' angle."

"You're getting attached. I mean, all of us are, a little. But you're getting more attached than the rest of us. You're developing feelings for her."

I turned to face Jennifer, her hazel eyes searching my deep chocolate ones.

"You need to get it in check, Morgan. Before Hotch notices and has her moved out of your house."