Decisions (4th Book in the Boss's Niece Series)

Philadelphia

"Hi sweetie. I'm so sorry that mommy and daddy have to go away with work." I said to Haley. We were on the private jet on the way to Philadelphia.

"It's okay mommy. You won't be gone long, right?" Haley said.

"No honey. We won't. I promise."

"Where's daddy?"

"He's sitting right next to me. Want to talk to him?"

"Yes please."

"Alright. Here he is."

I nudged Spencer's shoulder. He looked at me and I passed him the phone and mouthed "Haley". He smiled and took the phone from me.

"Hey sweetheart." he said.

I smiled and stood up. I walked over to Sara, who was getting a cup of coffee.

"Hey." I said. "Have you been introduced to everyone?"

"I've meet JJ, you, Hotch and Reid. That's about it." she replied.

"Alright. Well, that man there sitting across from Reid is Derek Morgan, our muscle." I said, pointing to Derek. "He may seem all big and scary, but he's got a soft inside. Like a teddy bear, but don't tell him I said that."

"I won't." Sara laughed.

"Next is her, Alex Blake. She and I have been on the BAU for about the same time. I joined the year after she did. She's pretty cool. You'll like her." I said. "And finally is the girl who gave the briefing, Penelope Garcia. She's one of my great friends. She's the coolest. You'll definitely love her. She's just the most amazing person you'll ever meet."

She made her own coffee and then made one for me. I thanked her and sat across the aisle from Uncle Aaron and JJ, who were going over the files for the case for the second time.

"So, did you go to the cadet academy?" I asked.

"Yeah. I've always wanted to do something like this. My dad was a cop and my mom was a lawyer. I thought being on the FBI would be fun and I'm continuing the family legacy." Sara replied, taking a sip of her coffee.

"Sounds cool." I said. "Why am I such a 'legend'? I'm just a normal person."

"You're a legend because you do so much that people like your uncle, who've been on the FBI for years didn't do. You caught an UnSub your first day, dated and married someone in your team. You refused maternity leave because you loved your job too much. I would never be able to face a serial killer, let alone do any of that stuff."

"Now you're on the FBI and all you have to do is face serial killers." I said. "But I'll be right by your side if you need me."

"Thanks Dr. Reid. You're really nice."

"Sara, just call me Mel. I don't force anyone to call me that because it's too formal for my liking."

"Oh well, thanks Mel."

I smiled and took a sip of my coffee. Suddenly, someone tapped on my shoulder. I turned to see Spencer with my phone in his hand.

"She's gone to the park with Jack and Beth. She told me to tell you to have a good time." he said as I took my phone from him.

"What's your daughters name?" Sara asked.

"Haley." Spencer replied before I could. "Haley Emily."

"Haley after my late aunt and Emily after Spencer's friend who used to be on the FBI." I said.

"Emily Prentiss. I heard about her." Sara said.

Spencer smiled and went to get a coffee. I watched out the window as we began to land.

•

"You must be the FBI." said the sergeant as Spencer, Sara and I walked into the police station. "My name is Sergeant Jackson."

"Pleased to meet you Jackson." I said, shaking his hand. "My name is Dr. Melanie Reid, this is Dr. Spencer Reid and agent Sara Night. The rest of our team is at the crime scene and at the morgue."

"Thank you for coming." Jackson said as he led into the station. "We've never seen something like this before. Heck, I didn't even know we had underage prostitutes here."

"There's probably a lot of things you don't know, sir." said Sara. "Are there any family members or friends of the victims that might wanna talk to us about their...profession?"

"There was a man who came in. His name was Kevin. I think he's still here. He said he knew Tristy. I can go find him for you if you."

"Thank you." I said. He nodded and went off. I turned to look at Spencer and Sara. "Reiders, you're a geological profiler, you get the abduction and dumpsites and put them on a map. See if there's a connection. Sara, you and I are gonna question this Kevin guy to get you used to interrogations."

"Yes ma'am." Sara said with a solute. I laughed.

"Sorry. Didn't mean to sound like Uncle Aaron or anything." I said. Jackson returned with a man, Kevin. He wore a big, fluffy coat and jeans that were three times too big for him and down around his butt. He had bright blonde hair making me believe it was bleached.

"Hello. You must be Kevin." I said, extending a hand to him. "My name is Dr. Melanie Reid."

Kevin nodded, but didn't shake my hand. He kept his head down and didn't make eye contact. I had a feeling Kevin wasn't a friend or family of Tristy.

"Is there anywhere that we can talk in private?" I asked Jackson.

"Yeah! My office is right over there. Feel free to use it however you wish."

I thanked him and told Kevin to follow me. He, Sara and I walked over to Jackson's office. I closed to door behind me and told Kevin to sit down.

"What's your relation to Tristy Wilson?" I asked.

"Friend." he muttered.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you!" I snapped. He hesitated, but looked up into my eyes. "I know you're lying. I'm a profiler, which means I study people's behavior and I know you're lying."

"Okay, okay. I'm-I'm her pimp." he replied. I stood up and looked at Sara. She sat down across from Kevin while I leaned against the wall, staring daggers at Kevin.

"You realize you can get arrested with child pornography, right?" Sara asked.

"I know, I know, but I swear to you guys, I didn't know she was underage until after she was killed. She told me she had just turned 19 and she was tall for her age, so I believed her. After she died, that's when I learned she was 14."

"You didn't ask for proof or anything that she was 19?" Sara questioned.

"Like I said, she was tall for her age."

"What about this girl?" Sara said, taking out a picture of Britney and sliding it across the table for Kevin to look at. "Britney Mercer. Is she one of your girls, too?"

Kevin looked at the picture. He shook his head.

"Nah. I don't know her. One of my buddies might be her pimp, but I've never seen her before. Was she 14, too?"

"15." I replied.

Kevin looked back at his lap. I could tell by his attitude that he was nervous around authority. He knew he did wrong and we could arrest him right then and there.

"How long have you been pimping Kevin?" I asked.

He shrugged and said, "I dunno. A while."

"How many girls do you have?"

"A few."

"Listen Kevin. You gotta promise me that you're gonna ask each of your girls for their real age. Warn them about these killings. If they're underage, you better fire them. You hear me?" I said. He nodded. "If I hear your name followed by another killing of an underage girl, I swear, I will arrest you faster than you can make up another bonehead lie. You got me?"

"Yes ma'am." Kevin mumbled.

"Now get out of my sight!" I boomed, pointing to the door. Kevin quickly got up and raced out of the room. I sighed and looked at Sara. She looked terrified. "Sorry about that."

"It's fine. I get where you're coming from. Worried about Haley?" she said.

"Whenever there's cases like these, I get worried that she might end up like this one day and it kills me." I replied. "I'm an over protective mother. What can I say?"

"It's fine. We're gonna catch this guy, okay?"

I nodded. We were gonna catch this guy and put him behind bars.

*A/N: I'm gonna be honest, Kevin is played by Eminem. I'm gonna try to put a picture at the side, but yeah. Kevin is played by Eminem*