(A/N: I may not be able to update this as frequently as you or I would like. This is because I'm still not too sure where to go with it. I feel you are owed a explanation if this book is not updated weekly or every few days. I am also currently working on other projects as well. I hope you understand.)

Here I was sitting in my "room." You see, I was kidnapped when I was five. Now I'm fifteen. My parents were asleep down the hall when I was taken. Last time I heard the police have stopped looking. They probably think I'm dead. Now I'm stuck in here with this man. Sometimes he treats me like his daughter, but other times he professes his love for me. It makes me wonder who he thinks I am. Let me introduce myself, I'm Bella Rose Rossi. I lived with my mom and step-dad. I never knew my father, but my mom told me I have his last name. Anyways, right now I'm sitting in front of my vanity table in my room, which is in the basement. I'm brushing my hair with this antique looking brush. Oh, I think I hear him coming down. I continued brushing my hair, ignoring as he opened the door. Soon, he was behind me with his hands resting on my shoulders. It was getting harder to ignore him while he's staring at me as I'm brushing my hair.

"You know, that was my mother's comb. She gave it to me for you Aurora." Ugh. I know I'm not Aurora, his dead daughter, but for some reason he thinks I am. Plus, I've read a lot of books on serial killers, psychopaths, stalkers, and other criminals. If I don't correct him on my real identity, I will survive longer. Hopefully long enough for someone to save me from this psycho. Someday I hope to be a profiler for the BAU in Quantico. I want to be able to save people's lives, and help victims that have been stalked, kidnapped or whatever. Any who, here I am with this psycho's hands on my shoulders. I got up and headed over to my bed and laid down. I heard him moving again, thinking he was leaving. Boy, was I wrong. I figured that out when I felt the bed sink in, and arms go around my waist. I couldn't fight because then I'd get in trouble. The first time I tried to fight, he hit me. Then he quickly apologized. I ignored him for the rest of that day. Right now, I'm just lying in bed with this man. It doesn't feel right, but I want to survive. All of a sudden he got up, pulling me up with him. I was confused until he started talking.

"We're just going to give your 'parents' a little proof that your still alive and well." He then dragged me up the stairs, out of the basement, and into the living room. He left to get his camera, but not before he cuffed me to the arm of the loveseat. He came back two minutes later with his camera and tripod, as well as a black mask. It was the same mask he wore the night he abducted me. He set down the tripod and put the camera on it. He then put on his black mask before turning on the camera and coming to sit next to me.

"Hello Joseph and Sophia. As you can see your precious 'daughter' has grown up very nicely," he then stopped to touch one of my black silky curls before continuing, "She is very beautiful and she's mine. Her name is Aurora. Not bella like you tried to name her and did you tell her that her so-called father is famous author and FBI agent, David Rossi?" I was in complete shock, and I was pretty sure it showed on my face. My father was famous.

"Who should we send this too, Baby girl? Your 'mother' or 'Father'?"

"I don't care," I replied.

"Aww. That isn't very nice Aurora. I think I need to teach you a lesson," He said. I tried to get up, completely forgetting I was chained. He grabbed my arm pulling me to him and lying me on the couch. He got on top of me as I tried to push him off. He was too heavy for me to push off. He began kissing my neck and I still tried to push him away. I didn't want him to take my v-card the first time. I wanted to lose it to someone I loved. I looked over to the camera and noticed there was a laptop sitting near the camera. He was streaming this live. Maybe now they can track him from his IP Address. Now he's made a mistake and hopefully this will be enough for someone to find me. As far as I know, we're still somewhere in Virginia.

AT The BAU (In Garcia's Lair)

"That son of a bitch," Rossi cursed.

"Don't worry sir. I Have already tracked him down. His name is Jonathan Whitely. He's 35, like you guys predicted a middle aged guy..." Garcia said, but was cut off by Rossi.

"The AddresS?" He asked.

"34 Lakewood Lane. Oh my god, he's still in Virginia with her. He also lost his daughter Aurora nearly 19 years ago. She was 5 when she died in a car crash with her mother, Suzie. Suzie was 30 when she died. The two are almost identical and Bella looks strikingly similar to the both of them. Do you think that's why he took her?" Garcia said.

"Well she was five when she was abducted so maybe he assumed Bella was Aurora. He's been raising her as his daughter. Garcia were child protected Services ever called to the residence?" Reid said.

"Yes. It says here Whitely was suspected of molesting his daughter."

"Oh god." Morgan said.

"You need to get to her and quick," Garcia said.

"Why?" Rossi asked, afraid of the answer.

"Today is the anniversary of their death," She said. The team grabbed all their gear and rushed downstairs to their SUV's. There wasn't enough time to get suite up, so they decided they would get suited up at the house. They all got into their SUV's and turned on the sirens, and started blazing through traffic. Finally, they reached the house after a half hour. They all got suited up, and had SWAT members enter first before following them in, with no sign of Whitely or Bella. After hearing so many people yell "Clear!" they had nearly given up hope until they heard a scream coming from the basement.

With Bella & Jonathan (Bella's POV)

I managed to let out a loud scream when I heard doors being kicked in. I screamed the loudest I've ever screamed, until Jonathon covered my mouth. But, it was too late. I heard the door get kicked in and saw 7 FBI Agent's come down the stairs with their guns raised. All of a sudden, I felt something by my throat. Jonathan was holding a knife to my throat.

"Put the knife down," said a serious looking man with dark brown hair.

"She's mine, you can't have her. Tell them Aurora," Jonathan said.

"I'm not Aurora. My name is Bella. Bella Rose Rossi," I said. Some of the FBI Agents looked shocked, except for two of them. The man that looks as though he never smiles and the eldest man that has black hair like mine, but it was starting to go gray, along with his beard.

"Why are you lying? I love you. You have my baby in your stomach." Jonathan said.

"What? How'd you know?" I asked.

"I heard you throw up every morning a couple weeks ago. Come on, let's raise our child together baby." He replied. He placed his hand on my stomach. It was true. I'm five weeks pregnant by him. I pushed his hand off my stomach. I then stomped on his toe, which caused him to move the knife from my neck. Then I ducked down and the eldest man shot Jonathan in the arm. He fell down and I quickly ran over to the group of FBI Agents. Now that I think about it, the eldest man looks Italian like me. I grabbed a hold of him and hugged him. He lowered his gun and began hugging me back. I closed my eyes and let the tears flow. For some reason, I feel some connection with this man. He began stroking my hair, like a father would do. After my cries seized, he began leading me away from the basement and outside. When we got outside there were tons of police officers watching as the agent lead me outside. I spotted my mom, looked at the agent receiving a nod and ran to my mother. We embraced each other so tightly, hugging for the first time in years. All the agents and officers watched as we hugged each other. We were both bawling our eyes out. I saw my step-dad and hugged him too. He was very nice, unlike most stepfathers. The agent who brought me outside came over as the paramedic gave me a blanket to keep me warm, as I was only in a turquoise nightgown Jonathan had gotten me once I was no longer a pre-pubescent girl. That's when he started taking more of an interest in me. Now, I'm pregnant. Our family doesn't believe in abortions and neither do I. I thanked the agent again and looked at my mom, who was staring at the agent.

"Rossi? David Rossi? You're in the FBI?" She said to him. I was in complete shock. All along I was hugging my dad and I didn't even know it.

I turned to my 'Father' and said "Did you know about this? How come you were never in my life?"

"I didn't know about you until I got this case. When your mom came to the FBI Building to talk with us, that is when I knew for sure you were my daughter." He replied, answering both my questions. Tears started rolling down my cheeks again, and I hugged him tightly. He started stroking my hair again and comforting me.

"Shh. It's okay Figlia." He said. I smiled at the Italian word for daughter.

"Is it okay if I call you daddy?" I asked.

"You can call me anything that makes you feel comfortable... Unless it's bad," He replied and laughed, which made me laugh. My mom finally looked at me, and then looked at back at my daddy. I know it sounds childish calling him daddy, but I just met him and I guess it feels more comfortable and sounds less strict then dad or father. But I've really had to grow up fast since I was kidnapped, and even more now that I'm pregnant. I never really got to attend regular school since Jonathan was scared someone might recognize me, and "Take me away from him." I couldn't really tell him then that I wasn't his daughter, because I didn't fully understand what was going on. All I knew was that I was kidnapped. If I kept attending school regularly, I'd be in grade 10 right now. But, I don't know what'll happen with school since I haven't gone for so long. I don't know if I'm ready for school right now. Hopefully, mom won't make me go to school yet. But, from what I remember about her, she would want to keep me close for a while. But, I'd assume my reading would be okay for my age, as I was given books from Jonathan, as I asked him for them. Since being with Jonathan, I've gotten quiet. I'm not the same innocent five year old girl that was always smiling and wanting to help others. It might take me a while to be that girl again. Being around Jonathan has been awful. I've spent 10 years with this man, and today he finally tried to kill me for good. Every year rolled around and the anniversary of his family's death, he'd try to kill me. But, when he was unsuccessful, he's feel terrible the next day. I always prepared myself when I knew he'd try to kill me every year on the anniversary of his wife and daughter's death.

Living with Jonathan for so long has made me wonder what kind of life I'd have if I made it out of the alive. Obviously my life wouldn't be normal for a while. But, now that I've met my dad, maybe I CAN get to know him more. I'd still live with my mom and step-dad, but maybe we can work out how on weekends or something I stay with dad and get to know him. Maybe I could ask him that now... or is it too soon? Oh, whatever, I'll ask him anyway.

"Daddy?" I ask looking at him.

"Yes Bella?" He replied.

"Can I stay with you on weekends so I can get to know you better?" I asked.

"We should ask your mom first, Right?" He said, looking at my mom.

"I have now problem with it. As long as you promise to come back home once the weekend is over." My mom, Sophia, said.

"I promise," I said and giggled. We all got into a group hug. Finally, I have both my parents in my life. Noticing my step-dad wasn't in the hug, I broke away from my parents.

"You know you're still family, right? Just because I've found my biological dad doesn't mean you mean any less to me" I told him. He smiled. I opened my arms to him and he joined the hug.

"Thanks for taking care of Bella all these years of her life I've missed," My biological dad said to my step-dad. Once we broke free from the hug, my dad and shook hands. After our family reunion, I was put in the ambulance and my mom and step-dad came with me, after my dad said he'd ride with this team to the hospital.

At The Hospital

They just checked me into Room 555. It's funny considering 5 is my favourite and lucky number. Anyways, my doctor, Dr. Oliver, told me I would probably have to stay a few days for observation. Considering I was just found after 10 years of captivity.

"Does your family know about...?" Dr. Oliver started.

"About the baby? Yes. It's fine to tell them." I said. Tears started falling down my mom's face. It was just then I remembered that I didn't tell my mom or step-dad about the baby. My step-dad hugged her, and pulled her into his chest to seize her from crying.

Sophia's POV (Bella's Mom)

Oh my gosh. My baby girl is pregnant from that sick bastard who took her. She's barely had a normal childhood. She was taken when she was five, and I couldn't do anything to stop it. She's had to grow up way too fast.

Hopefully now that I have her back, she'll at least have a good adulthood. I hope her baby is a girl. First, so we can spoil and dress her up. But, also because I don't want the baby to end up like its father. I broke out of the hug my husband has me in, and went to hug my baby girl. Our family has never believed in abortions, so now my baby is stuck with that sick bastards baby. Regardless, I'll still love my first grandchild, but it makes me hope my first grandchild will be a girl. If it's a boy, we will just have to raise him right, and keep him from becoming like his bastard of a father. That is going to be my mission. I'm going to make sure her baby does not end up like its father.

Bella's POV

I feel so bad now that I told them I'm pregnant with my pathetic kidnapper's baby. Now my mom is balling her eyes out, and hugging me very tightly.

"I'm sorry mommy," I said. "I'm sorry too other daddy," I continued, looking towards my step-dad.

"Don't apologize. It's not your fault what that sick bastard did to you after he took you from us," My mom said after her crying slowed down enough for her to speak. By now, the doctor had left. I was starting to get sleepy.

"Hey mom. Can I sleep? I'm tired," I said.

"Sure baby. We'll be there when you wake up," She replied. With that, I drifted off to sleep.