It was just another day pushing papers around since there hadn't been a case in about two weeks, which was good, but in that two weeks, Molly had been caught sleeping at her desk a total of 8 times. All of them, she had cuffed herself to her desk to keep herself from hitting things as she slept. She had nasty bruises on both of her wrists, and it didn't seem like she wasn't eating much at all as she was working hard to try to tale down her whole cult family, which was more challenging than it sounded. All of them dropped off the face of the earth when her father went to prison and was teaching people, kidnapping, and killing people, but she could never link them together.

Rossi saw Molly sleeping at her desk again and sighed as he knew exactly what she had been working on. He knew once they threatened her family, she wasn't going to stop hunting them until she got them all. It was going to be a rough day for Molly. The team came in and saw Molly sleeping at her desk, and worry started to make its way to them. They knew how badly she wanted to catch them because they were worse than any serial killers they have dealt with before. Spencer put his stuff down first and put his jacket on Molly and once again saw the note warning everyone about the four sleeping disorders she got from being torchered and sleeping with dead bodies every night since she was four. Rossi got the key and unlocked her cuff, and sighed as he saw how bad the bruises got. But of course, Molly being Molly, she didn't care anymore because they knew, if they didn't, she would still be awake, so in this case, they were lucky that she wasn't having a breakdown.

"Molly, it's time to wake up," Rossi said as he tried to wake her up.

He dug in her perused to see how strong her sleeping pills were, and they were really strong.

"Molly, I got to take you home so you can sleep," Rossi said as Morgan and JJ looked at her with sorrow.

"She wants her family gone," Emily said as softly as Rossi tried to get her up.

"We are her only family; she said it herself, and that's why she is doing this so she can protect us from them," Spencer explained as he thought of a way to wake her up. He got up from his desk and started to make some hot chocolate for her. He put it on her desk and immodestly.

"Time to work already?" She asked weakly as she rubbed her face.

"Molly takes the rest of the week off; please, you can't keep doing this. You're burned out," Hotch said as Molly sighed.

"I have cannibals gunning for you because I dont follow their rules, and I can't have them kill or hurt any of you. Lust almost ATE Rossi. I can't let my physio family do whatever the hell they want!" She protested.

"They are not your family; we are; you said it your self to Lust; Molly, you were raised by good people and even went to school to be here and worked yourself nearly to death in this. I'm fine, we all are," Rossi said as Molly sighed.

"Fine, your right; if I keep doing this and I'm too tired and weak to catch another one of these guys, I won't forgive myself," she said as she stood up and felt light-headed. Rossi caught her by her arm to steady her, and Lady got on her hind legs and gently pushed Molly forward to keep her from falling over.

"Oh god im going to be sick," she said as she hurried off to the bathroom.

"She hasn't been eating with her meds since lust appeared. That's why she's sick," Rossi said as pen came in and smiled.

"Awsome Molly slept at her house!" She said with a large smile on her face.

"No, she slept here again," Rossi sighed as Pens' smile faded quickly.

"No, not out, our beautiful princess," she said softly as Molly came out looking extremely pale.

"Spencer, can you drive her home?" Rossi asked as Molly sighed.

"Im fine. I can drive myself home," she informed.

"No, you cant your sick now, too," Rossi said as she sighed.

"You can't keep doing this to yourself what's done is done; I know you care about us, but you need to take care of yourself too," he said.

"Rossi im just really stressed out right now; okay, im fine, really," she said as her phone dinged on her desk, and Rossi picked it up. It was an apartment notification, and then he knew. She upset the landlord.

"I'll talk to him," Rossi said as she grabbed his hand.

"That's sweet, but I need to do this for myself. I love you as a father, but this is my fight.

"How many more days until you have to be out?" Rossi asked.

"Three," she said.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He asked.

"Because it wouldn't have made a difference since I got here, I have seventeen noise complaints. I have been hitting things for months, and he doesn't care if I have sleeping disorders or not. He wants me gone. He even told me I had to get rid of the lady a couple of days when I moved in because she was scary looking! She is a service dog, and I have all of her paperwork and all of that, but he doesn't care," she said.

"Your getting kicked out f your apartment?" Morgan asked.

"Yeah, I have been hitting walls again when I sleep, and the Nabors dont like it or lady or me in general," she said sadly.

"Hey, if you need a place to stay for a bit, you can always stay with one of us," Spencer suggested.

"I can't do that to you guys; I am dangerous to people when im sleeping-That's why I also have lady. If I start thrashing, she wakes me up," she said.

"Well im a doctor, and I know how to deal with that kind of stuff. My mom used to wake up in the middle of the night and start teaching a class," Spencer said.

"Spencer, that's sweet, but I could kill you and not even know it; that's why I live alone," she said softly.

"Trust me, it will be fine, I live close to everyone, so if I cant wake you up, I can call them to help," Spencer said.

"That is a good idea, actually, plus Spencer never really has company either," Morgan chuckled.

"Haha, not funny, neither do I," She said.

"Okay, since we have had nothing but paperwork, it can wait; how about we help you move," hotch said.

"What seriously now?" She asked.

"I'm in!" Pen chuckled.

"It beats doing paperwork," JJ said.

"Plus, we can find out where you live," Morgan said.

"Dont you mean used to?" She asked.

They all headed out to Molly's old apartment and quickly started to help her pack up, and the neighbors looked relieved to see her go. They noticed that she had three urns on her mantel. One for a dog named Bullet who had died protecting a nine-year-old girl from getting shot. Another one was for a Danny hick and a Lora hick. Who got shot and killed in a drive-by shooting.

"Who was the bullet?" Emily asked as Molly smiled as Molly put his Urn in a box.

"He was a great police dog and sweet. He loved kids and liked to show off. He was my police dog four-five years before a father of two shot him. He was angry at his wife; she left and he tried to kill the kids, but the bullet saved them. I didn't give him an order or anything; he just knew, I guess," she said softly.

"Danny and Lora?" Morgan asked.

"My foster parents, I turned 18, so I was looking for better colleges to go to that day. A drive-by shooting, but I dont believe it. The bullets hit them perfectly square in the chest, puncturing their hearts. They were good to me, and I am still looking for their killer," she said softly.

"Im sorry for your loss," Morgan said.

"I to I have a feeling the cult issued the hit, but couldn't prove it and still can't. I told them I would find out who did it and put them behind bars," she said.

"Molly, we will bring them down someday," spencer said as he looked at the bookcase she had.

"I know, but at what cost, you know? It's like two steps forward, three steps back," she said as she went to the bookcase and took off her boots with Spencer.

"You made his?!" He said, shocked.

"What the bookcase?" She asked.

"Yeah," Spencer said, seeing the engraving on it.

"It was part of my therapy; I might make you a bookcase for you for your birthday," Molly smiled

"I actually might need one, to be honest," Spencer chuckled.

"Okay, I will make you one then," she smiled as they got the last but into the government cars.

"Finally! Are you going to arrest her for a large amount of racket she has been making recently?" A lady asked, annoyed.

"No, we are not, ma'am, and she has four sleeping disorders and a service dog," Rossi informed.

"Still no excuse for banning the walls at four in the morning!" She huffed as she went into her apartment.

"This is going to be interesting," Molly sighed as Lady got in her lap and snuggled up to her.

"Don't worry about it I sleep like a rock," spencer said as she didn't seem so sure. It took her a long time to recover and stop her thrashing around and attacking people when she woke up, and she was scared for her life.

Once they helped her set up in spencers apartment, it was close to six oclock, and both of them were tired of moving things around, so spencer took a nap, and molly just sat there next to him, stressing out that she was going to be sleeping in the same house of him. It was sleeping with a bear but worse since her nightmares naturally ended up killing someone, which caused her to scream bloody murder in the middle of the night.

"I have to get better; If not, I could kill you or lose my mind and kill someone," she said softly as she looked at Spencer and then got out her phone. She made an ointment to see a therapist again and then to a local committee that helped with tragic experiences. She was determined to get this over with and behind her. She wanted a life with a family of her own, and she thought at that moment she found the person she is marrying someday. He was kind to her and excepted her for her and nerdy and smart ad hell, and she liked that in a guy, and she needed to get better for him and herself. She had to prove that she was never going to be like the cult members that made her bloodthirsty she was not a murderer; she was the FBI, who would catch her serial killer family before she retired.

She had something now to lose, and she wasn't going to lose it, her team, her family that she loved more than anything in this world and would use her skills to protect them. No matter what the cost.