Pain is such an uncomfortable feeling that even a tiny amount of it is enough to ruin every enjoyment

~ Will Rogers

"Hotch" Morgan knocked on the office door.

"Yes?" Hotch answered without looking up from the paper work he was doing.

"..." Morgan walked in without saying anything but put down the brown folder. Hotch finally looked up from his paper work with confused face. He opened up the folder and paused.

"He is back. Two bodies turned up with his signature" before Morgan finished Hotch pulled his phone out and bolted toward the door.

"Get everyone to conference room" Hotch ordered. Morgan nodded and walked out.

"Hey, you have a phone call" a guy walked toward one of SWAT members with phone.

"I'm about to go in. Tell them I'm busy" a girl turned around as she put ear piece and helmet on.

"He says, he is SSA Hotchner from FBI BAU."

"Hotchner? BAU?" she asked back and he just shrugged. She snatched the phone from his hand.

"Hello? Aaron? Hey, I'm working. Can you... What? Wait, wait..." her face darkened as she listened.

"Hey, we are going in" another SWAT member came up to her.

"Go in. I'm getting called in by people up the chain. Ryan takes my place while I'm away, okay?" She said as she hung up the phone.

"Huh?" He asked.

"Just do it" she took off her ear piece and charged away.

"A week ago, a girl name Sam Griff, 29 years old, waitress at diner, was found dead in her apartment. She was tortured before killed. There were multiple stab wounds and burnt marks. Cause of death is exsanguination" JJ clicked the remote and screen flipped to another picture. "Three days ago, another girl name Xiao Lee, 27 years old, school teacher, was found at her house. She was killed little differently. More chaotic." Morgan continued.

"This case sounds familiar" Rossi pointed out.

"It's the serial killer around upstate New York. On March of 11 years ago, first victims came up. He started with this family. Father, mother and a daughter of the Lawson family. Seong-An Kim, mother, 42. Steven Lawson, father, 44. Haley Lawson, 27, daughter. They all died after being tortured brutally. Unsub also killed three of his partners after killing the family. Ever since than he had been working alone.

"Few weeks later, another victims were found. Joyce Walden, 37 years old, desk worker at City Water company. Daughter, Alex Walden, 16 years old, High Schooler. They were both found dead in same ways. 26 more people came up dead the same way and suddenly, he vanished" Hotch explained.

"Are you sure, it's a same Unsub?" Rossi asked.

"He left a card. Just like he did 11 years ago. After first victim, he left a card." JJ clicked the remote again and picture of the card came up. On the card, there was three triangles on top of each others like pyramid with eye on the middle.

"Maybe we can ask the survivor?" Morgan said as he flipped through the file.

"Survivor?" Garcia asked.

"Well, it says here that the youngest of Lawson family survived. There was no sign of torture on her. She escaped with only gun shot wound on her shoulder. She said she witnessed the crime" he shrugged.

"Oh, then I will try to find her" Garcia answered.

When they came out of the conference room, they saw a girl sitting in front of Hotch's office. She looked up immediately at the sound of the team walking out.

"Hotch. You better have a good reason to pull me out of the work like that" she said with pout. She was only up to Hotch's shoulder, perhaps little shorter than that.

"Hey, doll. What are you doing here?" Morgan came up to her and gave her a friendly pat on her shoulder.

"Hey, Morgan. Sorry, I wasn't able to stop by recently" her eyes flashed brightly as she punched lightly on Morgan's shoulder. Morgan ruffled her hair. She smiled. "Is Garcia around? I feel so bad I haven't been able to talk to her. I have been super busy recen- OOF!"

"Oh my god, Lily!" She got attacked by red hair suddenly.

"Hello, Garcia" Garcia and Lily was about same height.

"How have you been, sugar! I have missed you so much! You are a bad bad girl for not contacting me for so long!" Garcia started to pat Lily's hair, and face. Lily peeked around Garcia's shoulder and found Reid standing there confused.

"Hello Dr. Reid" She just nodded toward him politely. Reid nodded back awkwardly.

"Lily, there's something we need to talk about" Hotch walked up and grabbed girl's arm. She gave him a confused look and they walked into Hotch's office.

"Morgan, who is that?" Reid asked.

"She came up here several times to meet Hotch. You don't remember? She was close with Prentiss, too"

"Does everyone know her, except for me?" Reid complained. Morgan flashed oh-my-god-Reid smile as he shook his head.

"I don't think I know her. She looks awfully familiar though." Rossi suddenly appeared behind them.

"She hasn't been up here for quiet a while, but you might have seen her before" Morgan shrugged.

Lily followed Aaron into his office. It had been a while since she saw Aaron. Had it been a month? two months? She shrugged the thought out of her head. It doesn't matter. She was here to see him, though it was Aaron who called her in from the work. It was unusual but not first time he did. He had been doing that often before, but not recently.

Lily closed the door behind her as Aaron leaned against his table. When she turned around to face him, he gestured her to sit down. He looked stressed.

Lily tilted her head a little and went to sit down on the chair.

"What's wrong? Weren't you calling to follow up on how I was doing? Though it was awfully un-professional to call me at work and tell me just to get here as fast as I could." She smiled and rolled her eyes "You almost upset me, and you know how hard to upset me, especially if it's you who is trying." she swung her legs back and forth. "You better not do that again. You know that I'm-"

"Lily" Aaron raised his had and stopped her. He pinched between his eyes and sighed.

"...This isn't about checking up on how I'm doing?" She stopped swinging her legs. Some part of her knew the answer to that question already but she didn't want to hear it. Aaron sighed. There was a short silence between them but to her, it felt like hours until Aaron opened his mouth. She stared at his mouth hoping something other than what's in her head would come out.

"Lily, I think he is back" he finally said it. She could feel her breath caught in her chest. Her heart felt like it was getting squeezed out. Image of people getting stabbed passed by in front of her. Someone's scream rang her ears and she realized it was her voice.

"NO!" She jumped out of the chair. She suddenly felt sick. Room started swirling around her. She stumbled back until she felt book case behind her. She covered her face trying to get the image out of her head.

"Lily, listen. I need you to stay with us during this investigation. I already told the Strauss about this. She agreed, but we have to keep 'that' secret from team. You know that right?" Aaron touched her arms gently as he spoke. She was breathing heavily, in pain. He bent down to see her face to check if she was crying but she wasn't. "Hey, are you alright?"

"Yes" she answered after taking few deep breath. Her face was cold and composed. Aaron felt pain in his chest as he saw her like this. She was finally starting to open up little by little. It has been only a year since she actually started to smile. It was still not the smile from bottom of her heart but it was a smile. However, the face he saw right now was the face he saw when she swore to him that she will catch her family's killer. He wanted to hold her but she wasn't a little kid who needed him like back then. He just stood there and watch the little girl who was being haunted by a killer just like he was being haunted by Foyet before.

"Everything alright?" Morgan asked as Lily and Hotch walked out of the office.

"Yeah. Rossi, this is Lily. She is one of Captains of SWAT teams. She will be working with us in this case. I assume everyone else knows her." Hotch introduced Lily as he put his hand gently on her back. She seemed bit broken up but much better than how she was in office.

For all sad words of tongue and pen, the saddest are there 'It might have been'

~John Greenleaf Whittier