Hi! This is my first ever FanFiction! I enjoy reading feedback and constructive criticism! I'm an inspiring writer and would love to hear feedback on what you think. I've been ever so attached to the character I created so will be writing at least one more story on this, maybe more! I didn't want to make it a really long story as didn't know what people will think. I don't own any of the character's just the ones I've created. Happy reading, can't wait to hear from you.

"Is solace anywhere more comforting than in the arms of a sister" - Alice Walker.

Chapter One.

Emily Prentiss awoke suddenly and bolted upright with a start, her eyes snapped open and sweat dripped down the side of her face. She glanced at the clock on her bedside table; the time read 3.42am, she sighed deeply and flopped back down onto her pillow. Her cat Sergio leapt up onto the bed and nudged Emily's face.

"Its the dream again Sergio." She spoke, stroking his furry black ears. "I wish she was here. No point in going to back to sleep now." Emily swivelled her legs out the bed and got up, stretching her arms up in the air. She made her way across her landing and into her small living area and kitchen and put the kettle on. A strong black coffee is what she needed to get her through today. She sat down on her black leather sofa, placing her head in her hands.

"Chloe, its okay." Emily spoke softly, running her hands through Chloe's hair. "It was just a bad nightmare."

"No Emmy, it wasn't a dream. There was someone at my window, I swear." The little girl cried, flailing her arms in the air.

Emily got up and peered out the window, looking up and down the dark street.

"Well there's no one here now sweetie."

"There not there now! But there was someone there." Chloe screeched, putting her head under the duvet and cuddling her old blue stuffed bear. Emily peeked her head under and climbed in.

"I swear there was someone there Emmy."

"I believe you." Emily said, sensitively and pulled Chloe into her arms. Chloe was sobbing and panicking.

"What if they take me away from you?"

"Hunny, they won't. I won't let them. Breathe Chlo."

"I love you Emmy." Chloe nuzzled her head into Emily's chest.

Emily snapped back to reality and shook her head, getting up to make her coffee. She felt exhausted, for 8 years she'd blamed herself over and over again. And the flashbacks never stopped. She guessed they never would. She spooned 2 huge heaps of coffee into her cup and poured the water in. Stirring her drink, she decided to go into work early and finish up some paperwork. Anything to take her mind off her own demanding thoughts.

Emily arrived at the Behavioural Analysis Unit at 5am, 2 hours earlier than she needed to be and was surprised to see Spencer Reid; her fellow colleague asleep on his desk. She flung her bag down and sat down at her desk, sighing deeply. Reid must have been here all night, she thought. Maybe he was struggling with his own demons too. Emily pulled a file off the top of her growing pile, and took a pen out the draw.

Chloe was screaming. Emily was desperately trying to get to her, but she was too far away. No matter how fast she ran she never seemed to get any closer. Her bullets were bouncing back at her, like there was an invisible glass wall in between her and Chloe. A man was dragging Chloe along the floor, and her screams pierced the air. Emily couldn't reach her.

"Emily. Emily." Reid shouted, shaking Emily's arm. "Wake up."

Emily jolted awake and stared up at Reid.

"Sorry." Emily murmured. "Didn't get much sleep last night."

"You okay? You were muttering in your sleep."

"I'm fine."

"Okay, well we've got a case. The rest of the team are on there way. Apparently its a bad one."

"What time is it?"

"6."

Emily sighed and went to get herself another coffee. Reid stared after her, knowing Emily wasn't feeling quite herself. Knowing better than to pressure her into talking about it, he knew she preferred to keep things to herself. But Reid knew it wasn't good, whatever it was, because Emily liked to keep on a strong facade and that seemed to have faltered today.

The BAU team was an elite group of people who worked for the FBI. They consisted of Aaron Hotchner, Emily Prentiss, Derek Morgen, Jennifer Jareau, Spencer Reid and David Rossi. The way they worked involved creating a profile of the serial killer. They were a family and each of them held a special part of the team. Penelope Garcia, their technical analyst floated into the room. Her quirky style lit up the whole room, today she was wearing a bright yellow dress, shoes to match and a red flower in her hair. She kept the team strong even in the darkest of cases.

"Hello flowers." Garcia chirped. "This isn't a nice one, I'm afraid." She plunked down her files and flicked on the power point so the team could see what they were dealing with.

"2 young girls have been brutally murdered in Boston." She pointed up at the screen which currently had 2 pictures of the dead teenagers.

"Here we have Alison Durham, 16 and Melissa Ackins, 14. Both were stabbed and drowned."

"Any suspects?" Hotch asked, in his usual superior tone.

"No, Boston P.D are clueless. They begged me to ask you to take this case."

Garcia flicked a button and a picture of another young girl came up on the screen.

Emily gasped. Everybody turned to look at her.

"Em, you okay?" Reid asked.

"Uh, yeah. Sharp pain in my head, that's all." Emily quickly replied, holding her head. She knew they wouldn't believe her, but they couldn't know the truth. It was too much for her and she didn't want constant questions and sympathy.

Everybody refocused on the picture on the screen.

"This is Grace Fox, she's 15 and went missing last night." Garcia carried on. "She never came home from school. Her parents said this is very out of character for her and she's the unsub's type."

"How long between kidnap and murder?" Reid asked.

"2 days."

"Hey, it looks a hell of a lot like you Em." Derek gasped, she could be your sister. He chuckled.

"That's not funny, Morgen." Emily snapped, darting an evil at him.

"Ooh, sorry Em. It was only a joke."

"This is no time for jokes. We have 2 murdered girls and 1 missing." Hotch said. "Lets get going, we don't have much time. Wheels up in thirty."

Grace Fox eyes snapped open. She was shivering, her body felt chilled to the bone. She looked around, she figured she was in a cellar. She was lay on a cold damp floor, dressed only in her bra and pants and was chained to the wall by shackles. She flung her arm in the air and the shackles gave out a rattle. The cellar was lit by a harsh orange glow and it gave nothing away to where she was being kept. Her bones seethed with agony, cuts and bruises raged her body. She remembered little of the last few hours, she could recall being at school but didn't know how she'd got here or who her captor was. She screamed, but knew she wouldn't be heard by anyone who could help her. She huffed and tried to move into a more comfortable position. It was no use. She curled up to cry, but before she had chance she heard movement outside the door. She listened intently hoping for some sort of rescue, but really knew it would be whoever had done this to her. The door creaked open and a huge man entered the room and smiled at her. She shivered.

"Hello Grace." The man said, evil tinged his voice. "My name is Anton and I am your worst nightmare."

"What do you want?" Grace said, trying to keep the fear from taking over her.

"What do I want? Now that is interesting. See, I enjoy torturing and killing young girls just like yourself."

"Well, guess what mate. I'm not afraid of dying, and I doubt you could hurt me more than I've already been hurt. So, do your worst."

Anton looked at her, a different look now in his eyes. "Well I'll just have to come up with a new plan for you my lovely. Do my worst you say? Challenge accepted."

He lunged towards her, and smashed her head into the brick wall behind her.

Grace passed out.