DISCLAIMER: I own NOTHING that belongs to Criminal Minds.
A/N: I started another story with this same title but I've been doing a lot of brainstorming lately and I came up with a whole new idea. I hope you're going to like it and I' am definitely not abandoning this story. This is one I know I'm going to finish.
Detective Andy Lewis walked out the front door of the house and bent over sucking in big gulps of fresh air. What he just saw was going to haunt him forever.
"You okay pal? What's it like in there?" His partner Jack Allen asked as he rushed over to his side.
"It's a fucking blood bath in there Jackie boy." Andy finally stood up straight. He ran his hand over his face. "It looks like a god damned butcher shop. The smell…the smell is fucking horrible."
Jack patted his partner's back and wanted to tell him that everything was going to be all right but it wasn't. Two innocent people were brutally murdered and their children were nowhere to be found. This was the worst crime scene anyone had ever seen in Bayville, Kansas history. It was a peaceful god fearing town; things like this just didn't happen in Bayville.
Two black SUVs came to a stop in front of the house and the BAU team stepped out. Jack looked them over in their FBI bullet proof vests and ready to take action expressions and scoffed. "Think they ever seen anything this bad before?" Andy whispered to his partner.
"We're about to find out."
Hotch walked up to the two detectives and shook Andy's hand. "Special Agent Aaron Hotchner. This is agents Morgan, Prentiss, Dr. Reid, Rossi, and Jarreau."
The detectives nodded their hellos. "Well Agent Hotchner all I can tell you is we got a double homicide. The sick son of a bitch used an electric chainsaw to chop up the parents. We still haven't found the children."
Hotch nodded his head and motioned to his team to move in. "Jesus Christ." Morgan said as he entered the house and saw the blood splashed everywhere. It looked like a three-year-old had gotten into a bucket of red paint and went wild.
"Oh my God." Prentiss said covering her mouth and nose to try and keep the smell at bay.
"He's not gonna help you now." Rossi said as he slipped past her and made his way into the kitchen where the bodies were.
Lying face down in pools of their own blood were Jane Anderson and her husband Mark. Their bodies had been cut to pieces and the entire scene looked like something out of some cheesy horror movie. The electric chainsaw was missing.
"I don't think these people stood a chance." JJ said as she tip toed over the blood and carefully studied Jane and Mark. "The press is going to have a field day with this one. Two upstanding citizens brutally murdered in their own home, two children missing."
"That's where you come in." Hotch told her.
A loud crash shook the agents out of their morbid amazement and they whipped out their guns pointing them at a small closet where the noise had come from. The room had become completely silent and Hotch waved his gun towards Morgan who crept over to the closet door and pointed his gun downwards as Hotch prepared to open the door. In one quick movement Hotch yanked the door open and all guns were pointed at a young girl who looked to be about 18 and a five-year-old boy who was desperately clinging to her. They were covered from head to toe in what looked like their parents blood. Morgan tucked away his gun and crouched down. "Alexa and Anthony Anderson?" Morgan asked calmly.
The pretty young girl shook her head tears running down her blood stained face. Her little brother clung to her helplessly and started crying. "I want mommy! I want mommy!"
"Come on sweetie we have to check and see if you're all right." An EMT said as she tried to take Anthony away from his sister.
"I want Alexa! I don't wanna go!" He screamed.
Alexa kissed her little brother's forehead. "It's okay buddy. Go with her I'll be right here when you're done."
The EMT had to pry Anthony away from Alexa. "I want Alexa!" He yelled out as she took him away to another waiting ambulance.
Alexa wrapped the oversized FBI coat she was wearing tighter around her thin frame and shivered. Detectives Allen and Lewis cautiously approached the young girl. "How are you feeling?" Jack Allen asked.
"I'm covered in my own parents fucking blood! How the fuck do you think I feel?" She yelled as her eyes welled up with tears.
"Gentlemen I think we'll take it from here." Prentiss said as she and Reid came up behind them. They shook their heads in agreement and walked away defeated.
"Hi I'm Special Agent Emily Prentiss and this is Dr. Spencer Reid."
"Are you going to catch the man who did this to my parents?" Alexa asked sniffling.
"We are going to do everything in our power to catch whoever did this." Emily assured her.
"Did the man who did this put you and your brother in that closet?" Reid asked.
"Not at first." Alexa looked down at her feet afraid to relive what had happened. "He made us watch. He told us he wanted us to watch." She wiped a few tears away smearing the blood on her pretty face. "After he was…done he told Anthony and I to get into the closet. I don't really remember what happened after that."
"Do you think if we bring in a sketch artist you can describe the man to him?" Prentiss asked.
"I don't think so. I didn't get a look at his face he was wearing a ski mask."
"We have to take her over to the hospital now." A male EMT said poking his head out from the back of the ambulance.
"Do you think a little later you and your brother could answer a few questions for us?" Prentiss asked gently.
Alexa shook her head and let the EMT help her up into the ambulance. She stopped before he closed the doors and looked at Reid. "Thank you."
Reid nodded his head and gave her a weak lopsided smile. He never knew how to act in situations like that no matter how many victims he dealt with. He always found it strange when they thanked him.
Alexa looked through the back windows of the ambulance and watched as her house slowly got smaller and smaller as it disappeared off into the distance. Her life was changed forever. There was no turning back now.
