Hey. This is my first story I've posted so be gentle, please.

This chapter is from the POV of the unsub, but all the rest are from third person. If you think that's annoying, tell me and I'd be happy to change it to first person if you give me warning.

I don't own ANTHING Criminal Minds, although if I had it my way MGG would be in my apartment reading this over my shoulder.

If you're younger than 17. you probably shouldn't be reading this due to violence, dark themes, language and lemons in later chapters.

But if you're older, enjoy!

Prologue

In the Mind of the Unsub

My eyes fixated on her as soon as the polished gray doors gave way and stood open, giving me a full view of the woman behind them. A frigid breeze blew through the slightly cracked window causing me to tremble, but maybe it was the excitement, the thrill instead.

Had she known?

Had she known that I would be here waiting for her? I had been in this garage for what seemed like hours, listening to the sound of fingertips drumming against the smooth leather of the steering wheel.

She stepped out onto the smooth concrete of the parking garage. Her heels clicked with each of her long, confident strides, creating a rhythm that was familiar to me. Therapeutic. I felt safe. I felt her. I leaned my head back and allowed the noise to engulf my body, taking me back to the days when I was happy.

She was beautiful when she was with me and I was a genuine man when I was with her.

I let out a breath, shaky and uncertain. I would never even thing about doing something like this if she was still here.

A very universal ring-tone joined the echoing sounds and the woman reached around in her bag, finding her phone and finally flipping it open and greeting the person on the other end.

"Char? Hi. Yeah, I'm just leaving." her voice was mellow and smooth but tired. I glanced up at her through the windshield. He features we sad, her beautiful hazel orbs with wistful and rimmed in red.

Now she was cradling her cellphone between her cheek and shoulder clumsily as she bended at the waist to adjust the strap of her high heeled shoe.

"Nope, nothing." she huffed. "The family gave me practically nothing to work with. We've exhausted almost all of our leads. I'm gonna talk to Strauss tonight about sending the BAU to join us." Straightening up, she tossed her wavy, brown hair over her shoulder and chewed on her deep ruby lip.

My grip tightened on the steering wheel watching her. Something snapped and all remorse I felt for this girl flew right out of my body. I knew her type. She was no different from all the other women I'd met, that I'd hated. The paraded around like they were entitled to guy's attention. They thought that with a flick of their hair and a smile they could jump into bed with anybody they wanted, capturing unsuspecting hearts so they could crush and stomp all over them. My body nearly twitched in anticipation or rage or some sick combination of the two, I wanted to see her beg. I needed to see her on the brink of death groveling to me to let her survive. Because if I punished her, I'll be punishing Mel, and that's what she deserves, right?

Nobody deserved the pain she had inflicted on me and to rid the world of one more Mel, one more alpha female, I would be doing people like me a great service.

The woman placed a hand on her hip and sighed deeply into the phone. "Yes, I know but... what if we're in over our heads this time? Yeah, going to Strauss is going to be difficult at absolute best but we won't catch this guy without a proper team and you know that. Listen," she rubbed her forehead and breathed deeply. "I'm going to head home since technically it is my day off. Okay. I will. See you bright and early tomorrow morning."

She flipped her phone shut and tucked it into her skirt pocket. After fumbling around in her bag, a black Escalade's headlights flashed brightly twice in my rear view window and I unclicked my seat belt as she unlocked her car. I took one last quick look at the picture on my dashboard and in a blur, flew out of the car, not bothering to close the door. I was going to do this now and it was too much noise anyways.

I know she heard me, she had to, and even though he back was turned to me, she knew I was coming for her. But before she could get the safety on her gun off, she was out cold under the force of my hand. Her limp body fell into my arms and sagged with unconsciousness. I stroked her face and moved a lock of stray wavy hair away from her peaceful face.

"Oh, Melissa...honey, you're coming with me. And we can be together... finally."

And she was my Melissa. My new Melissa. And she was going to play this was going to play this role better than all the others. I just knew it.

And her life depended on it.

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