A/N: TW: Story includes bullying, harassment, rape and stalking!!
The newest case was in the heart of (Hometown), three men were found dead, brutally murdered and sodomized. It was vicious, violent and sickening to look at.
"-Cia, Garcia, GARCIA!" Hotchner yelled, startling the blonde.
"Yes sir?" She adjusts her glasses, fiddling with her frames.
"Start looking up anything you can on these three men, wheels up in twenty."
"On it."
"Come on (Y/N) everyone's doing it!"
"You fat pig!"
"Who will ever love you?"
"God you are such an embarrassment to be around!"
"No wonder you don't have any friends."
"Honestly you should just kill yourself"
"You should just kill yourself."
"Kill yourself."
"Kill yourself."
"Kill yourself."
"Kill yourself."
"Kill yourself." "Kill yourself." "Hey, my names Robby," "Kill yourself."
"Are you okay?"
Robby?
"What did you get Penelope?" Aaron said, just setting down his briefcase in the (Hometown) office.
It was a tough night, they didn't find anything originally helpful. These were all different men in different back rounds and careers. However, the brilliant Penelope eventually found something.
"Well Hotchy, there's only one person who connects these men together, and it took some digging, but. It's (Y/N), well actually, they all went to the same highschool together." Penelope felt her heart sank, you hadn't called her this morning, and she was excited for your usual morning banter! Wait, did your connection? NO WAY, there's no way you could kill three men. She knew you! She lov-liked you! You were her sugar coated muffin, and god, Penelope never thought she'd like a woman as much as she likes you.
"(Y/N) hasn't checked in this morning, Garcia patch her in." He orders, in which she follows. The phone line doesn't even ring, it goes straight to voicemail. Penelope furrows her brows,
"Come on sugar sticks don't deny my call." The second time she tried, the line was just dead. "Aaron. She isn't answering."
"Fuck."
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"Come on oink for us little piggy, oink oink!" You were cornered by the four boys that always tormented you the most. Your stomach hurt from a swift kick you were given, and your back hurt from being shoved into a locker.
"God honestly you should just kill yourself!" One of the boys kicked the grate of the locker you were in. They got quite a laugh outta it. Eventually though, the school bell rung, and the boys left to go to their next hour class, which you assumed you'd be missing... again. You shifted, however you didn't feel the cold steel of a locker, you felt- concrete? You were dreaming again, weren't you?
"Wake up (Y/N)~" A sickly sweet voice carried a tune out. Your eyes open to the bright lights focused right into her face, god that hurts, she tries to stand, noticing her bindings, and then she goes to speak, only now realizing there is a rag inside her mouth.
"You know that I love you right? I told you that and you told me NO, you told ME, no!" He was fuming, flailing a gun in the air, pacing back and forth. "I assumed it was because you were violated, but, look, they are gone now (Y/N), they are gone and we can be happy together!" He placed the gun barrel against your cheek. "Just say yes, just say yes, god please just nod and tell me you'll be mine forever."
You couldn't see, god the images were blurry, who was talking? You shook your head, not understanding, and then there's a searing pain in your shoulder.
"Look at me (Y/N), don't you still want to be best friends?" He lets out a purr, dragging the hot barrel against your flushed, drugged skin.
"Close your eyes my sweet, it will all be over soon."
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"You know, these wounds and methods almost seem vengeful? Garcia, what else did you find on these three men?" Spencer Reid chewed his cheeks impatiently.
"Well Junior year of high school all three men, no, actually, there is four boys listed in this file, however they were all suspended for beating up another student. "
"What's his name?"
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Robby Handerson, You remember Robert, he was the only person in your childhood who made you happy. He was your only friend, and because of the bullies, you were the only thing he had.
"/n)-(Y/N),(Y/N)!" He called for you. You had been spacing out for a while now, and you seemed nervous. "Everything okay in (Y/N)-ville?" He was so nice to you, he was such a great friend.
"(Y/N) I have something need to tell you." You looked up to your best friend, you two were high school seniors now, graduating in a few weeks, and you were heading off to Virginia, to study crime and law, and become a federal agent.
"Hit me with it Roberito." You smiled, god how he loved that smile.
You woke up again, who knows how long later, and there was another bound man sitting across from you. Your vision was still blurry, and you made sounds at him, struggling against your bound wrists again. He was differently bound. He was standing, his eyes were covered but not his mouth.
"Hello? Is someone there?" He whispered to you, making sure you weren't Robert. You made a grunting sound is response.
"My name is Samuel Dejarrin, I work at an office, what is your name?" Samuel? No, no. It can't be! Hearing his name and seeing him all grown up made you sick to your stomach.
"Oh (Y/N) it appears you've become acquainted with Sammy again, do you want to say hello to (Y/N) Sammy?" He takes off the other man's blindfold.
"(Y/N), oh god." He also looks sick to his stomach, can people really change that much?
"Look man, I don't know what you want with me just let me go I didn't do anythi-"
He's cut off by his own scream and a gunshot. Robert shot him in his left knee. You flinch away from it all.
"You did do something, you disgusting creature! You took her away from me!" He proceeds to shoot his other knee.
You squirm, your eyes widened in terror as you watched the monster your best friend became. He walks over to you and grabs your chin.
"Will you love me now? All four of them will be dead, it's been more than seven years. Your body has forgotten them, and so should you! Please (Y/N), love me." He's begging you, and you pull your head away from him, shaking your head.
Two more gunshots follow, one into your left shoulder, and one into Samuel's stomach. God it hurt so bad, your right shoulder was most likely infected already, and the new wound bled heavily.
"GUYS THAT CAME FROM DOWN HERE." You heard him, its Morgan. You sit up a bit, screaming against the gag in your mouth.
"NO! Don't come closer or I'll shoot her!"
"Give it UP Robert, you are under arrest for the murders of –" Derek tried to sneak forward, and
BANG
Your world went black again.
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"Penelope you can't stay here forever."
"Yes I can, she needs somebody here, and she means so much to me Derek. She has probably felt so alone."
"Penelope- you can't take all of that, you helped us get to a vital part in the investigation, and look, Penny, she's breathing. You have to shower and get some actual rest."
"I can't. I won't. I want to see her eyes open and that's final."
"Alright baby girl."
Derek exits the room, a sad smile painted on his face as he returns to the others outside the room.
"She isn't leaving until (Y/N) wakes up."
They understood, their fellow agent was abducted and shot three times. She was being watched and she hadn't even known. He had so many printed pictures of her scattered around, and a laptop feed pouring into (Y/N)'s house. It was painful to wait there, and they still had questions they needed to ask. The tense silence was then shattered by an excited cry out from Penelope as your eyes fluttered open.
"(Y/N!)" Your team filtered into the hospital bed, you were still groggy from surgery but you were happy to see them.
"Hey guys, what are you doing here?" You mumbled out, your mouth feeling like cotton.
"(Y/N) you were being stalked by your childhood best friend, you were abducted by him, he murdered three people, and then shot you and dude number four." Garcia's mouth was going a mile a minute before you placed a hand on hers weakly.
"We also uh, have some other questions to ask, if that's alright?" Spencer asks, his tongue dipping onto his lower lip again, he seemed so nervous.
You nod, shifting your body and changing how you held Penelope's hands. "Of course." Ypu nervously squeezed the blonde's hand.
Spencer shifted in his spot, the first, most unpleasant question left his lips. "(Y/N) did those men rape you?"
Your sharp intake of a breath was nearly an answer enough. You held your breath for a moment before answering. "Yes, I was six-teen, a junior in high school, they had teased me relentlessly and then one day they took me into the locker room and," you got lost mid memory, you shook, it's been nearly twenty years and you still have this reaction.
There's a soft squeeze onto your hand, and you're brought back. You then feel someone wipe tears from your eyes. "(Y/N) did you want to press charges, against Samuel?"
"I want to talk to him. Can he come in?" She felt too weak in the knees to get up.
"We can ask." Hotchner exited to the main hall.
"(Y/N) you don't have to talk to him, you can put him behind bars," You looked to Penelope, and leaned over, kissing her softly on the nose to shut her up.
"I know Penelope, I want to." You tried to assure her.
It was a bitter ten minutes before the door swung open again. In came in a wheelchair bound Sam. He looked tired and honestly petrified. You realized how much power you had over this situation. You could finally put away an attacker, the man who took so much from you, however, you wanted to make sure that- You weren't taking someone from someone else.
Your eyes flickered to his hand, a small golden ring adorned it, you took in another breath and asked "Samuel are you married?"
He nods, a small smile on his face. "I am married with one son and a- a daughter on the way. Look (Y/N) I am so sorry for-,"
"Can you promise me you'll never do something like that again? That as your son grows up you'll teach him better?" Your voice was shaky.
"I promise. If I could go back in time and change things, I'd grab myself by the scruff of the neck and teach him manners. My children will never be like me. I swear." He says.
You looked to Hotchner, and with a small smile on your face you shook your head. The other agent then escorted Samuel out.
"(Y/N) honey,I adore you, but, are you sure?"
"Penny, as much as six-teen your old me would've loved to, I think I'm ready to move on, and make a new Memory lane."
You squeeze her hand and then kiss her cheek with a wink. This was just another chapter in your story, and you were ready to turn the page and start something new.
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It doesn't matter what you did in the past, you can't change it. The best you can do about your past is to be nostalgic with your family and loved ones about happy memories.
Zoe McKey