"I choose my friends for their good looks, my acquaintances for their good characters, my enemies for their good intellects."

Oscar Wilde.

"There's food in the fridge, Melody still needs to take her bath and Shawn gets his bottle at six," instructed Lily, the mother of the children and wife of Parker's cousin Daniel.

Parker was babysitting the kids that night so the parents could go on a date.

Daniel and Lily had recently moved to the city and Parker was very happy to be closer to some of the family again.

Their cousin followed the two with Melody in his arms. He gave his daughter a kiss on the forehead and sat her on the floor.

"Be nice to Parker, okay?"

Melody nodded and held up her hand as if in a vow.

"Great. Love you, munchkin."

"Are you sure?" Lily asked a third time.

The young agent reassured the woman a third time that everything was fine and had to practically push her out the door.

Parker turned around. The four-year-old stood in the hallway and looked at you with a cheeky grin.

Parker scoffed, wondering where she got her dramatic streak.

~~

"Yeah, Gideon had a book, a black leather-bound book. Garcia discovered something. It looks like the first page has been ripped out. You can only really see what's left on the side of the page. But it's definitely Gideon's handwriting. It looks like some kind of a list," JJ reported.

"It's his murder book," Hotch explained.

"Murder book?" Emily asked.

"When he opens it to the first page it reminds him why he does what he does," said Hotch.

"It's a list of all the people he's ever saved. Names, dates, personal details," Spencer added.

"And now, Frank has the list."

"Frank said, 'I'll kill them all.'" Spencer said. "That's who he's... going... after... No..."

Spencer suddenly reached for his phone in a panic.

"Reid?"

"Please... please..." Spencer mumbled as he dialed the number again and was already halfway to the car.

The others followed him.

"Reid? What's going on? Talk to us," Morgan spoke to the younger profiler a second time.

"Parker is on the list."

~~

Parker closed the bedroom door quietly. It took Melody two bedtime stories to finally fall asleep.

They sat on the couch and grabbed their phone.

6 missed calls from Spencer

6 missed calls? This was unusual for Spencer– something wasn't right.

Parker was about to call back when there was a knock on the door.

They put the phone on the table and walked to the door, causing Parker to miss the seventh call.

"You are back early," Parker said, expecting to open the door for Daniel and Lily. "I thought you–"

The words got stock in their throat as the young agent realized who was standing in front of them.

"Hello, Parker."

~~

On the car ride, Spencer tried to continue to reach his partner by phone.

On the fourth ring of the eighth attempt, Parker finally answered the phone.

"Parker, listen–"

"Agent Reid-"

That wasn't Parker.

"Frank, we don't have her. We don't have Jane. You hear me? We have no idea where she is," Spencer tried to stay calm.

He had to. Anything else would make the situation even worse than it already was.

"I won't stop until I have her back."

"Frank, wait. Frank."

From the street you could see that the front door was open and the light in the hallway was still on.

Derek was the first to enter Parker's cousin's house. Followed by Emily, Hotch and Spencer.

Derek and Emily went upstairs, Hotch and Spencer searched the ground floor.

They found the children unharmed in their rooms, both sleeping. But there was no sign of Parker.

But it looked like they were trying to get to the back door to lure Frank away from the kids.

However, they found a message taped to the mirror in the hallway.

'7:00 am. Union Station.'

"Um, sorry," Lily Benson suddenly appeared on the doorstep. "Spencer, what's going on here?"

~~

"All nine other targets on that list are safe and accounted for," Spencer reported as he and the others exited the elevator.

"Then we've missed someone or something. Now that he's set a meeting..."

"He's going to raise the stakes, just like he did last time. He's going to make it impossible for us not to trade Jane for whoever he's got with Parker."

"Guys, I think I found Jane," JJ drew attention to herself and stopped next to her colleague. "Beat cops picked up a woman who was ranting and raving about needing to talk to the BAU. She assaulted one of the police officers. She's being processed as we speak."

"Okay, so what have we missed?" Derek asked.

"Frank's incapability of experiencing normal feelings," Spencer muttered.

The young profiler wasn't religious, but right now he prayed that Parker would find a way to buy time until they found them.

"Yeah, but he takes what normal people hold sacred," Derek pointed out.

"Children."

"JJ, find out where to pick up Jane," Hotch said. "I also need you to look at relocations. Anything involving children. Families that have moved into the DC area since the case."

"I'm on it."

It didn't take long for the young woman to figure out where Jane was and who Frank was targeting next.

Tracy Belle. The girl had moved with her parents.

Unfortunately, Frank got to Tracy before them and there was now no trace of her, but they found Jane and took her to Quantico.

As Jane was taken into an interrogation room, JJ asked, "Am I the only one wondering why Parker is on the list?"

She wasn't. Emily, Derek and even Hotch were wondering the same thing.

JJ and Derek always thought they knew Parker. The young agent talked so much about their family and their childhood in Vegas... they never dreamed that something so bad had happened that Gideon had to save their life.

But then Derek made a similar decision, so he understood why.

Emily wasn't really surprised that Parker hadn't told her, after all, she had only been in the BAU for a short time. And she didn't tell the team everything that had happened in her past either.

Hotch knew Parker was on the list. He recognized the name immediately when Parker and Spencer applied to the FBI. Yet he had never asked what had happened– neither Parker nor Gideon.

All four of them looked at Spencer, who, of course, knew what happened.

"Well it happened before Parker and I met–"

"I thought you guys knew each other since always," JJ said

"It feels like it, but no. They moved to Vegas when we were seven. After this thing happened–"

It was summer. Parker loved summer. No school, ice cream and the seven year old could run around outside all day. Everything was perfect.

The highlight of the summer was the camping trip that Parker was able to go on with Thomas, Stuart and their friends.

Well, it was actually just camping in the garden. Which in the Gallaghers' case meant pitching their tents in the part of the forest that belonged to the family.

The six-year-old stuffed himself with marshmallows all evening, very happy that their parents weren't there to forbid it. But Parker had to promise Thomas not to tell their parents.

"– And then I said 'Dude, you are judging me?'" Jessy finished her story and the other teenagers laughed. "I've never seen anyone leave the store so quickly."

Parker didn't understand why. They looked at the others with their big children's eyes, half their face smeared with marshmallows.

The four teenagers looked back and started laughing again.

"Man are trash," explained Jessy. "All of them."

The three teenage boys present nodded, including Jessy's boyfriend.

Parker was confused and actually wanted to ask, but they couldn't because of the new marshmallow in their mouth. And by the time they finished chewing, they already forgot about that.

At some point the child was so tired that they disappeared into the tent. The teenagers remained sitting by the fire and continued to chat.

Parker used this as background noise to fall asleep, but suddenly it stopped.

It was dead quiet, and Parker decided to look why they stopped talking, they couldn't sleep without background noise anyway.

They crawled out of the tent and looked around. The others all stood up and were all looking in one direction into the forest.

Something was wrong. Thomas slowly walked up to Parker, pushing them behind him.

"Thomas, what–"

"Parker run!"

Without hesitation, the six-year-old child turned around and ran. They trusted Thomas and Parker had to promise to listen to him in order for them to even go to this little trip.

As they ran, Parker turned around, and the child only dimly saw a large, black figure appear between the trees and knock one of the teenagers to the ground.

Parker was scared.

The trees all looked the same and the forest was huge. Even at this age, Parker was aware that they were lost.

Lost, in the middle of a large forest area, in the middle of the night... while something was chasing Parker.

They ran for what felt like hours to the six-year-old until they fellt a stitch in their side.

And suddenly Parker regretted eating so many marshmallows.

Then a crack from the shadows.

The child hid at the nearest opportunity and was lucky that the Burrow under the tree was already deserted.

"Come on, Kid. I know you're here," a voice echoed through the forest. "It was just a game. Everything is fine."

It wasn't, nothing was right. Parker knew that.

"Giggles, it's just me. You don't have to be afraid."

Giggles? Parker wondered how this voice knew the nickname Parkers uncle had for them.

Again and again the confused child asked themself what was going on and why it all happened.

Gideon and the other Agents found Parker before anything happened to them, and years later Parker knew.

Parker knew about the missing teenagers in surrounding towns. Parker knew about the pain they had to go through.

As a child, Parker couldn't process it. At first they tried to stay happy all the time, but something– someone– was missing. Thomas.

So Parker decided to push every feeling and emotion away from them. They were in a bad mood the whole time, stopped reading, barley talk to anyone...

That went so far that Parker once threatened to break a classmate's nose...

Thats when the Gallaghers decided to move. Away from their home but also away from the bad memories.

It helped. 

And for the first time in months Parker smiled– really and honestly smiled while they told their parents about this shy boy they met at school.

~~

Parker woke up in a dark, narrow room. Their hands were bandaged, and their mouth was taped shut.

Then Parker noticed that someone was here with them. But it was too dark to see who it was.

They wondered where Frank was and why they weren't dead yet. Parker thought about it for a while until they heard noises, or rather voices, from outside.

"Clear."

"Clear."

That wasn't Frank, Parker thought. They tried to turn and kicked the wall with full force, or so they thought. It wasn't a wall; it was a door.

The closet door opened a moment later.

Spencer and JJ lowered their weapons and helped Parker and Tracy Belle out of the closet.

Now Parker was standing in a small bedroom in an apartment.

"Are you okay?" Spencer asked worriedly. "Are you hurt? Do you remember what happened? W–"

Parker hugged Spencer and knew they were safe now.

"I knew you'd find me," Parker murmured quietly.

So quiet that they weren't sure whether Spencer had heard– he did.

After a moment, Parker let go of they boyfriend and automatically looked around the dusty room.

"Where are we?" she wanted to know and rubbed her knuckles.

"Manhattan," Spencer replied.

"And who is that?" Parker asked, pointing to the skeleton lying on the bed.

"Frank's Mother."

"Yeah, about that– what the heck is going on?"

Spencer brought Parker up to date. Parker felt their heard drop, when the young genius told them what happened.

~~

Gideon and Garcia sat together in the large entrance hall of the station. Nobody said anything, but Garcia didn't want to leave the profiler alone.

A few minutes later, Hotch walked over to the two of them and handed his colleague the phone.

"Agent Gideon?"

"Tracy."

"I just wanted to call and thank you. Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Gideon then heard rustling on the other end and a second voice began to speak.

"Gideon," Parker said on the phone.

"Parker, you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Don't worry. I heard from Sarah. I'm so sorry."

Parker knew she didn't have to wait for an answer. But they had to say it.

The young agent ended the call and handed the phone back to JJ.

~~

"My team? Let me tell you about my team," Hotch said in a conversation with Chief Strauss a few days later. 

"Agent Morgan fought to protect his identity, from the very people who could save him. Why? Because trust has to be earned and there are very few people he truly trusts. Reid's intellect is a shield which protects him from his emotions and at the moment his shield is under repair. Parker has nightmares that something might happen to us. Because they are putting themselves behind every other person they love. Prentiss overcompensates because she doesn't yet feel she's a part of the team. She needn't worry. Every day, Agent Jareau fields dozens of requests for our team. And every night she goes home hoping she's made the right choices. Garcia fills her office with figurines and color to remind herself to smile as the horror fills her screens. And Agent Gideon in many ways is damned by his profound knowledge of others, which is why he shares so little of himself. Yet he pours his heart into every case we handle. I stand by my actions and I stand by my team. And if you think that you can find a better person for the job, good luck." 

~~

AN: So, this was the final of season two and we found out more about Parkers past... Anyway, I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoy writing about Parker and Spencer.

If you have a secound to give feedback I would really appreciate it but don't feel pressured to.But whatever... I hope you have a great day, evening, night and take care of yoursef and hopefully see you in a few days...