Disclaimer: Not Stephenie Meyer and to be safe, I'm not Jeff Davis either. If was, I'd be thinking up ideas for a new series of Criminal Minds, rather than taking his characters qualities, putting them into Twilight characters and twisting them around for my pleasure.

You might get the idea that I like FBIward, what with my other story. And you'd be right. Just something about him in a suit with a badge and gun.

You understand. I know you do.

Anyways, enjoy.

Edward

Fucking stupid, goddamn asshole! I fumed at myself as I stared at my reflection in the mirror.

The men's restroom at work was not really the best place to have a minor breakdown but I just had to get away from his snarky, holier-than-thou attitude.

What the hell was he doing here?

How the hell did he get in here?

Hadn't he put me through enough crap over the last three months? Wasn't breaking my heart and trust bad enough? He had to come in here with his little fuck buddy, didn't he?

Of course he did, because he had to rub it in how above everyone he thought he was better than. Guess having a senator for a daddy inflated ones ego somewhat.

"Fuck him." I jumped, turning to see Jake, my best friend and colleague standing by the door, watching me carefully. Jake was the only one who knew how much Sam's betrayal hurt me. He was the only one who knew how deep the cuts went. "You're better than him, Ed." Let it be known that he is the only one allowed to call me that. Ever. "That asshole made the biggest mistake of his life when he fucked around on you and he'll realise that soon enough. And I hope that you shoot him in the balls before you kick him out the goddamn door."

Meet Jake – the Master of Tact.

Okay, maybe not.

"If you say so." I sighed, cupping some water and washing my face quickly before grabbing some paper towels before drying my face off. "I just don't want to see him again. If anything I think I'll run in the other direction before I do anything else."

"The fuck you will." He practically growled and I raised an eyebrow at him. "You've done fuck all wrong, Ed. You should be walking around with your head held high, taking no shit from anyone. You've done nothing wrong."

"No, I'm just the pathetic shit who gets his ass cheated on. In his own fucking apartment, no less." I grumbled, throwing the paper towel in the trash and running my hands through my hair. "What the hell is he even doing here? He doesn't work or live anywhere near here. What the fuck is he doing here?"

"He's here because he knows it'll fuck with you head." Jake said simply and I knew he was right. Sam was exactly the kind of person to decide to drop by to fuck with someone's head. He was a narcissistic asshole who seemed to thrive on the misery of those around him. What got me was the fact that I didn't see it until I walked into my apartment after wrapping up early at work to find him fucking some trick over the back of my sofa.

When I'd recovered from the shock, I'd demanded to know what the fuck was going on and he'd just said that he didn't want to take him back to his place.

I had seen red and before I knew what was happening, my fist was connecting with his nose and I was screaming at them to get out, practically throwing him and the twink out into the corridor with their pants around their ankles.

It gave me a bit of satisfaction to hear the twink shouting at Sam as I leaned against the door. Apparently, he hadn't known of my existence either.

Sam had hung around for about half an hour afterwards, trying to get me to open the door.

Wasn't happening.

He didn't stop until one of my neighbours – my guess was Shelley Cope – threatened to call the cops if he didn't shut the hell up – her words, not mine.

I didn't allow myself to break down until I knew that he was gone. Shelley seemed to know that I wouldn't be up for company so she didn't try to talk to me but she did slip a note under my door saying that if and when I needed to talk, she would be there to listen.

I remembered calling Jake, telling him to come over and he did, like I had known he would. When I told him what had happened he wanted to find him and rip his balls off.

I managed to persuade him that that wasn't the best idea he'd ever had.

I did get rid of that sofa and change the locks on my door, though.

"I just want him out of my life." I sighed, looking over at him.

He gave me a sad smile, shaking his head. "He knows that and that's why he's hanging around."

"I just don't get it." I leaned against the wall, closing my eyes.

"Come on, open your eyes, Eddie." Jake walked over to me and leaned against the wall as well. I knew he was speaking in the metaphorical so I kept my eyes closed. "You do this every day. You deal with assholes like him every day. You really can't see it, can you?" I shook my head, not even trying to figure out what he was on about. Jake might be one of the best profilers in the unit but he was an ass when it came to riddles and giving out information. "It's because you dumped him!"

Now, that got my attention. "Huh?"

"Classic narcissist behaviour." He shrugged. "Sam's always been the centre of his own little universe and his parents gave him whatever the fuck he wanted, right?" I nodded, seeing where he was going with this. "My guess is he wanted to be the centre of your universe as well and know that he could get away with anything. After you chucked him out on his ass, he obviously realised that that was not the case. And I'm guessing it pissed him off and he's going to try whatever he can to get back into your good graces so he can feel in control again."

"What? He wants to get back together so he can dump me?" I raised an eyebrow at him. "That's a bit farfetched, don't you think?"

"Well, it could be." He shrugged again and I had to admit, I wouldn't put it past Sam to think that way.

"Hey, guys," we turned to see Garrett holding the door open. "We've got a case."

I sighed, not wanting to see Sam again but knowing I couldn't hide out, especially if we had a case.

Jake looked at me and I nodded, following Garrett out into the bullpen, crossing to the meeting room. I knew Sam was still here, I could feel his eyes on me as I sat down.

I hated it.

"Now, in the wake of James' leaving us last week, we have a new agent joining us from the Houston office. He should be here momentarily. In the meantime, let's get started." Garrett sat down and all of us picked up the case files that Tanya had given us.

"A series of home invasions in San Diego, all family members apart from the youngest child were killed." I let out a breath, hating dealing with home invasions. There was just something so brutal about breaking into someone's home, where they're supposed to feel safe and secure and taking their lives. "All the wives were sexually assaulted."

I looked up at the screen where images of the victims were flicking into place.

We all turned to the door as it opened and a blonde man stepped into the room.

"Ah, everyone this is Special Agent Jasper Hale, the latest addition to the BAU." Garrett gestured for him to sit down next to Victoria as he introduced us all. "Jasper, I hope you understand we don't really have time to do the whole the whole 'get to know the new guy' thing but I'm sure, you'll get to know everyone as time goes by."

"Wouldn't want to hold up a brief." He held up a hand, indicating he didn't want anything to stop because of him. "I will apologise for being late though. I think that with all the paperwork they've had me doing this morning, I think I'm personally responsible for the deaths of six trees." We all chuckled and I looked over at him properly.

His skin was a light tan in colour, which made sense seeing as Garrett had mentioned he had transferred from Houston. His light blonde hair fell in waves around his face, framing his jaw. The lighter highlights in his hair gave it that sun-kissed look. I could feel myself getting hard as I watched him settle into his seat and I forced myself to look down at the file in front of me, feeling my hard-on deflate instantly.

"Any similarities in victimology?" I asked, looking back over at Tanya.

"Not that the police could find." She shook her head, looking down at the file in her hand. "The Russell's were white, middle class, the Smith's lived on the other side of town, barely scraping by and the Mansen's were black, upper class, very well off."

"What makes them think it's the same guy?" Jake asked and she turned, bringing up close ups of some of the crime scene photos on the screen.

"The M.O. is the same. Father, single stab wound to the throat, mother multiple stab wounds to the throat and torso."

"Overkill on the mother." I observed and the others nodded. "What about the children?"

"All the children apart from the youngest in each family were killed with a single gunshot wound to the head. There weren't any shots heard by the neighbours, so the local PD assume he must have used some kind of silencer."

"Who found them?" Victoria asked, flipping through her file.

"The Mansen's maid found them when she arrived for work the next morning." Tanya sat down in her usual seat across from me, resting her arms across the table. "Mrs. Smith's sister came by to pick her up for work and the Russell's carpooled. The mother of one of her daughter's friends went to pick her up the next morning and found the door open. She called out for them but when she didn't get an answer, she called the police right away."

"It says here that the parents were bound with wire." Jake raised an eyebrow, clearly wondering what that was about.

"ME's report says that it was done post mortem. They're not sure why he does that. I think they realised it's slightly out of their league so they called us in."

"Right, we'll go through more on the jet. Jasper, I assume you were advised to have a go-bag ready." Jasper nodded, looking slightly perplexed at the mention of the jet. I couldn't help the small smile at his expression. "Right, wheels up in thirty."

We all grabbed the files and made our way out to the bullpen and to our desks, gathering what we needed before grabbing our go bags and making our way out of the building. I was relieved to see that Sam was no longer hanging around, apparently not having had the reaction he wanted. Either that or he was told to leave because he had nothing to be here about.

Either way, I didn't care. As long as he was gone, I didn't care.

"I saw you, ya know." Jake muttered as we walked and I raised an eyebrow at him.

"What?"

"I saw the way you looked at him." He raised an eyebrow, smirking at me. "Come on, Ed. I might be straight and love my wife to bits but even I can admit that he's hot."

"Alright." I conceded, unable to argue with him on that one. "Yes, he's hot but it can't happen."

"Please, if it's because you work together, supervisors wouldn't notice if they walked in on you fucking on their desks and if it's because of Sam, fuck him. He's an ass."

"He betrayed me, Jake." I whispered and he stopped. I looked down at the ground, wanting to take back my words. "I know he's an asshole and everything that's running through your head right now but . . . he betrayed me, Jake. I mean, it's not like I was in love with him or anything-"

"Thank God."

"But it still hurts, you know?" I chose to ignore Jake's jibe. "And I can't stop thinking about how many others there might have been or probably were. It's just going to take me a while to get over that."

"I know, man." He said quietly, placing a hand on my shoulder. "But you know what they say the best way to get over someone is, don't you?" I raised an eyebrow, not sure if I wanted to know what was going through his head. "You wanna get over someone, get under someone else." He laughed as I glared at him.

I rolled my eyes at him as he boarded the jet. Part of me wondered why I kept him around but I knew that Jake was a friend I would never find again. Yeah, he might be completely inappropriate and a complete ass at times but he was like a brother to me. I had a lot more contact and affection from Jake and his family than I did with my own.

We stowed our go bags and made ourselves comfortable as the others piled onto the jet. Jake crossed his ankles on my lap, grinning and I narrowed my eyes at him as I shoved his feet off me, pushing her legs so he fell off the seat as I laughed.

"Alright, children, we ready to go?" Everyone murmured their agreement and I noticed Jasper's expression as he took in the jet.

"Beats commercial flights, huh?" I smirked and he nodded.

We all settled down and strapped in as we took off. I always felt peaceful at the beginning of the flight before we went back to the case at hand. We had a long flight so there was a little more time to sit and stare out the window.

"Do you reckon we'll actually get to go to Cali and see any of it properly?" Jake asked and I snorted.

"Don't be stupid." I looked over at him and chuckled lightly. "We only get to see those places because work takes us there." He nodded, looking back out the window.

"Thinking of taking some vacation time soon." He murmured and I nodded.

Some vacation time might be good for Jake. He rarely got to spend any time with his family. His wife, Bella was expecting their second child and he hadn't been as available for her as he wanted to be. Their little girl, Leah, was an absolute doll. She had everyone she met wrapped around her little finger.

And she knew it.

She's taken after both of her parents with her dark hair and eyes, her skin slightly lighter than Jake's with Bella's pale skin contributing to their daughter's complexion.

She was a gorgeous little girl and the little squirt knew it.

"Where you thinking of going?" I asked and he shrugged, making a non committal noise. "Really thought it through, huh?" I laughed and he glared at me. "I'm messing man, I think some time away from this would be good for you."

"Speak for yourself." He snorted and I raised an eyebrow at him, confused. "You take even less vacation time than I do."

"But I don't have a family like you do." I argued and he rolled his eyes at my words.

"Why don't you take some time to go and see your folks back home?" He pressed and it was my turn to roll my eyes. "You haven't seen them in three years, Ed."

"Yeah, well, it works both ways." I muttered and he backed off. He knew better than to push me when it came to my parents. He knew why I hadn't spoken to them in so long so he should have known not to even bring them up.

"Even so, you need a break." He shrugged and I looked back out the window.

"I'm fine." I mumbled and he huffed. I knew he didn't buy it but part of me didn't care. I didn't have anyone to go home to a the end of the day. I didn't have any reason to be home for anything more than sleeping and storing my stuff. I didn't really have any friends outside of the team so I didn't do much socialising.

"Alright." I started as Garrett's voice filled the jet and our Technical Analyst, Bree appeared on a small screen in front of us.

"Alrighty, chickadees, I have cross-referenced everything I could think of, I'm talking work acquaintances, school friends, bars, drycleaners, mechanics. Zippo. Nothing. What I can tell you though is that each of the women had a delivery of yellow carnations, cypress and black roses. Now I googled them and all of them in some way represent death and disdain. And before you ask, because I know you are about to, all three orders were paid for in cash."

"Sending them flowers?" Victoria asked, looking as perplexed as the rest of us. "He's spent time watching them. He knows where they work, where they live, their names."

"He's stalking them but there's such a short time between the attacks." I ran my hand through my hair, biting my bottom lip.

"Maybe he's not stalking them in the traditional sense." We all looked towards Jasper, who was reading through the file in his hand in deep concentration. It looked as though he hadn't meant to saw that out loud. He looked up at us before looking back at the file. "In white collar I've seen people find things about each other in quite creative ways. A stalker is someone following another person to an obsessive level, right?" We all nodded. "Well, there are more ways to do that than standing in the bushes of someone's house or following them to work. I mean, social networking sites have just made it easier for people to gather other people's personal information."

"Oh, cyberstalking!" Why did Bree sound so excited by that idea? Must be a hacker thing. "I'll get right on that." The screen went blank and everyone was probably as stunned as I was as we stared at the screen.

"Alrighty then."

"Alright, we'll be landing in about half an hour. Victoria, Jake, you two head to the last crime scene and the rest of us will convene with the local PD." We all nodded, knowing what we needed to do as soon as we touched down.

There were Bureau regulation black SUV's waiting for us as usual and we split up. Somehow I ended up in a car with Jasper.

How the hell had that happened?

"So what brought you to the BAU?" I asked, knowing that with how closely we would be working together, we couldn't afford to be awkward.

"I needed a change and the BAU is a unit I've been interested in for a while now. It provides exactly what I need." He gave me a small smile that I caught out of the corner of my eye as I drove. His answer had been vague but I couldn't blame him. I probably would have been the same way with someone I didn't know.

"Still, going from white collar to chasing serial killers is a big change. Sure you can handle it?" I smirked and he chuckled gently.

"Time will tell, I guess." I could feel his eyes on me and it made me slightly uncomfortable. I kept my body language relaxed as I could as I turned into the parking lot of the San Diego police department. "What about you?"

I smirked slightly, parking in next to where Garrett and Tanya were parking. "Evil only prevails when good men do nothing." I looked at him and he nodded, understanding. "Edmund Burke had the right idea."

We climbed out of the car and met up with Tanya and Garrett before turning to walk into the police station. I let out a breath and cleared my mind of everything happening outside of the building we were walking into. I didn't like distractions while I was working on a case.

Here we go.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Let me know what you think.

It's different to 'A Thin Line' but I hope you enjoy.