I'm no longer at the BAU, I'm at my kitchen table. "Alex, you promised you'd stop going to the police, I did absolutely nothing wrong," my father says calming. "Nothing wrong?" I cock my head to the left, "Nothing? Are you sure? Where's Mom Father? Where is Mother? And my brothers? Don't you remember? Jake and Casper and Michael and Dawson and Brandon and sweet sweet," he cuts me off. "Don't say that name," he spits, " Don't you EVER say it," I laugh. "Marley. Blake. Flathills." He lunges across the table for me, "Oh no, too slow Mr Flathills," I smirk, "Do you remember the boys? They were so nice Daddy. Why'd you have to. Kill them." He picks me up by the throat and squeezes tightly. "Take it back you maggot!" my face is turning purple, "Take it back now!" he screams, before he can finish his job someone breaks down the door. "Special Agent Derek Morgan, you're under arrest." And then, the room goes black.
