Personal Narrative-Sacrifice

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The small brunette looked over at the man sitting next to her in the back of the large SUV that was big enough to live in. Heck she had actually done it before right after she had lost her housing on the Georgetown Campus. "You're pretty handsome yourself Agent Hotchner." she smirked nudging him with her shoulder as she sat in the back next to him waiting for the rest of the team members. It had already been a day that she didn't want to start, but now she had to be there and work the case. This case was going to be hard on her, she knew that. Calyx was close with her professor hell she never called her Professor Kelly. She had always called her Jamison including in class it was something that Jamison had wanted. She didn't like being just …show more content…

Getting out of the car she grabbed her go bag that was in the back and headed inside. Smiling at the door man she ran up to the 5th floor and got inside. Changing into a pair of blue jeans and a white buttoned up shirt that was see through to an extent she came back down. Climbing back in she got in next to Jack once again. The drive from the condo to Columbia was not more than 15 minutes as Calyx continued to look at the file she paused. "Has anyone looked at these photos close enough?" she asked as she looked over to Jack and then up at her father and Henry whom were listening to her speak. "I've looked at them, why did you find something?" Henry spoke turning to look back at her with a small smile on his face. "Yeah, look at her neck it looks like rope burns, but if you look close enough..." she paused as she pointed towards right by Jamison's ear. "It looks like there is a horseshoe that was starting to heal. Jamison didn't have a tattoo. And that looks like it is a brand of some kind." Calyx spoke as she pointed it out to Jack and Henry. Handing Jack the photo she watched her father smile through the rear view mirror. "That could be a clue of some kind couldn't it? This first girl that Jack mentioned before we left, has anyone checked the images from that case?" Calyx spoke waiting to see if anyone actually had the case file on them which she opened that they

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