You were working at the BAU and had been dating Reid for a few years.

Your relationship with your family was not good at all, your mother and younger brother were dead, your father was somewhere else. But 2 years ago you met your little sister, she had been a whore and now she was pregnant it hurt to see that but you took her in and supported her until the day she gave birth to the baby she ran away from the hospital and left you and the baby. You didn't want to leave the baby in the orphanage, after all, he was your nephew. That's why you adopted him and started raising him as your own child. Reid was with you every step of the way and supported you. The baby was starting to accept him as his father and he was loving every moment of it. Reid proposed to you shortly after, he wanted your son to take his last name and become a real family with you, and you accepted. But your happiness would be short-lived.

Since you were busy, you asked Reid to pick up your son from school, and he happily agreed. They went to school with Hotch and picked up your son from the nursery and got into the car. While Reid was playing with your son in the backseat, a conflict was heard in the area. Reid and Hotch parked the car in a safe place, got out of the car and headed towards the direction of the sound.

At that exact moment there was a huge explosion in the car and the worst part was your son was inside the car, Reid and Hotch looked horrified. The explosion was caused by a serial killer who was chasing Reid and wanted to kill him, but things didn't go as planned and your son was the victim. You kept blaming him for this, unintentionally, because you had warned him many times to go after that killer. It hurt enough to see your last name on your son's grave instead of his own. But your biggest blow was when you buried the ring he gave you under the ground while you were at your son's grave. He understood enough that she blamed him.

Now you were at your house, sitting upstairs with the girls (Emily, JJ, Garcia and the other girls). While Reid and the other men were sitting in the living room downstairs, they were trying to find any trace of the killer, but they would all stay with you no matter what.

After a while, there was a knock on the door. Emily went downstairs and opened the door. A police officer had brought your son's burning clothes. Even though it was a matter of procedure, Emily rebuffed the officer for a moment, but then she signed, took the clothes in the bag and sent the officer back. While he was about to throw them away without you seeing them so that you wouldn't be upset even more, he heard your voice behind him.

"What are they?" you asked emotionlessly.

Emily tried to brush you off. "Nothing just-"