"Mum!" 8 year old Rosa looked through the house for her mother, she had just gotten back from school and dropped her bag on the floor, like she usually does but this day was far than usual. Her mum normally came and greeted her at the doorway and her papa would meet her in the kitchen, but she was standing there right now.

"Papa?!" She screamed now worried, Rosa never screamed unless she was worried and this was one of those times, Emmett her brother who was two years older than her ran into the kitchen area, seeing the black haired girl looking worried.

"Rosa? What's going on?" Asked the ten year old boy, Rosa looked over at her brother and shrugged her shoulders before turning around again and walking through the house, she opened her parents door. 

"Mama? Papa?" She asked, going into her parents room and finding them in their room with a thick red substance around their heads. "Mama?! Papa?! Please wake up!" She screamed as she crawled over to her honey kissed mother. 

"Please, Mama." She whimpered as Emmett came into the room, shocked at the scene he rushed to the nearest phone and called 911. Rosa was whimpering in the background, hearing nothing of what was being said on the phone. 

She screamed out in pain and cried, she was 8 years old and didn't understand what was going on and neither did Emmett. He had no idea, how to help control his little sisters outbreaks of crying and screaming fits.

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I snorted awake the small cramped room lighted up with my phone switching on and the ringing starting making me groan, I grabbed it "SSA Rosalie Hotchner." I groaned into it, as I stretched making my legs crack. The next sentence made me sit up next to nothing, I was up in seconds and rushing to get ready. 

"Jesus Christ, Emmett where did you put my gun!?" I shouted through the house knowing my older brother was bound to be up, I heard him snort and control the laughter that was coming out of his mouth. He walked through my door.

"Have you checked your drawer smart ass?" He asked me and I threw a cushion at him, which he caught and threw it right back at me causing it to hit me in the forehead. I rolled my eyes before throwing it on my now messy bed.

I ran over to my drawer and pulled it out, finding my gun sitting at the top of the pile I push it into my holster and headed out. "Be careful!" He shouted to me and I snorted in amusement, I'm always careful.  

Two weeks ago I got transferred to the Behavioural Analysis Unit in Quantico, after doing three years in undercover. I'm now under my uncle's orders, which I know is a slight pain in the ass but I love my job. I just got back from a frustrating case and now I was on one in DC.

I haven't really gotten to know the team all that well but all I really have gathered is that they are family, and viciously protect each other and I just transfer on up. I'll have to earn everyone's trust apart from my uncle's.

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I slammed my SUV door shut and walked over to JJ, who was standing back and looking at the scene, "This better be damn good by the time we just got back from that case an hour ago," I said as I walked up beside Jenifer our Liaison. She looked over at me and snorted at me, I just rolled my eyes.

"What's up with you mini Hotch?" She asked me and I sighed, rubbing my eyes tiredly "Not getting enough sleep again?" She asked, she's the only one to know about my recurring nightmares that A-Hotch thought went away.

"You could say that, Is Aaron here?" I asked and JJ sighed before looking over at me and shaking her head.

"No one can get a hold of him," She stated gritting her teeth together making me choke on saliva, Aaron not being able to get a hold of him. Something is wrong.

"JJ, Something isn't right here. If something was wrong with my uncle I would know about it, I'm going to check up on him," I said and she nodded, letting me go alone. Fatal Mistake, don't let an agent that is not prepared for what may happen go alone into an apartment where your uncle is getting beaten up without backup.