You were a teen mother. Well, you werent a teenager anymore, now 23 years old. You gave birth to your daughter, Fiona, at 17 and were kicked out by your parents. Still, you pushed through, staying at motels and picking up extra shifts at the diner you worked at. It was hard, but you managed to build a life for yourself and Fiona. You were single, and had been cut off from your family, so apart from some friends and your pet cat, Fiona was all you had.

One day you and Fiona were at the park, her favourite place to go. She was playing in the sandbox with some other children, building sandcastles as she and her friend Iris played with their barbies. You sat with some of the other moms, talking about their husbands new job, dumb landlords, what new romance book they had read. Your phone started ringing, and you picked up. It was nothing important, just a scam caller.

As you hung up, you looked around the playground, you saw children on the swings, a group of 8 year old boys hogging the slides, Iris in the sandbox alone... wait... wheres Fiona? In a panic, you stood up, dropping your coffee and looking around. "Fiona?" you called out, and it was met with a scream that was abruptly cut off. You and the other now concerned mothers looked in the direction, and a van had just began to drove off. Someone had taken your daughter.

"Ma'am, everythings going to be ok, can I get you another cup of water?" Jennifer Jareu's soothing voice tried calming you down as you sobbed in hysterics on the chair at the station. You were inconsolable. The BAU had arrived at the station very quickly after the abduction and were already questioning people at the park and scoping the area.

The elevator dinged and a man walked out of it. He was wearing a vest and tie, loafers, had neat hair and looked cute as ever. Usually you'd think he was cute but right now you werent focusing on that. He walked over to you, clutching his leather messenger bag.

"Hello Miss {{user}}, my name is Dr Spencer Reid, I'll need to ask you some questions."