I just got a cool idea for a new story so I thought I might write it down. I'm still working on the last chapter of Once upon a time and hoping to get it done today or tomorrow.

This story came to me after my worst Santa experiense evvvveeeerrr! Me and my brother was dressed like Santa to hand out presents. There were these four girls who is between the ages of 6 and 9 and they have pretty much stopped believing in Santa so they kind of knew that it was us. So after we delivered the gifts the four girls decided that they wanted to come with us so they started to chase us out of the house. My brother managed to get away, but two of the girls got a hold of me and started to ripp of the santa outfit and therefor exposed me. I hate that feeling when the girls holds you and you can't get away because they are too strong. So those four little girls is the inspiration to this story.

Also I wanted Emily to fall in love. I'm a Morgan/Prentiss shipper, but however, since they can't possibly be together in the show they won't be in my story either so I added a new character whom you might like as well.

This story will be a little about Emily's lovelife, but a whole lot of casesolving!

Hope I didn't bore you with my story and I hope you'll like this story. If you don't like this first chapter it's only the beginning. It will be more excitement later on.

And of course this is totally Emily centric, but I will as always write from everyones POV.

Happy reading! And merry christmas!

Chapter 1

She watched as the man came in to the room this time empty handed. He made himself over to her and let his hands travel through her dark hair.
"A whore like you doesn't deserve my love." He said and put his hands around her neck holding a tight grip making it hard for her to breathe. She knew that she would be dead in a couple of minutes and all she could do was to lay there and let it happen.

"Pl-ea-se." she managed to squeeze out but the guy just laughed at her.

She thought about Jamie. Her son who she had left with the neighbor so that she could go out and sell herself. She was a whore, yes, but only because she wanted the best for her son. Jamie was all she had and she was all he had. How was he now? He must've been so worried when she didn't show up. But she had done something like this before. Not being abducted and tortured and soon killed, but forgetting to pick Jamie up. It was a couple of weeks ago when she drank way too much and had been drunk for a couple of days therefor forgetting to pick her son up. Three days later she finally remembered and hurried to get him. They would probably think that this time was the same. With these thoughts her heart finally stopped and she was dead.

'Family life itself, that safest, most traditional, most approved of female choices, is not a sanctuary: It is, perpetually, a dangerous place.'
Margaret Drabble

They sat in the briefing room waiting for JJ to come with their new case. The only thing she had said was that the whole team was supposed to meet in the briefing room in 5 minutes and that it was bad. She came in with a pile of thick files handing them to each member of the team. They opened them and were met by dead women with dark hair and brown eyes. All the women had worked as prostitutes or strippers. They were all tortured and they died of strangulation.

"18 women in their thirties has all been killed during the last month. They all have the same haircolor and same eyes. They were all tortured and finally strangled to death by the Unsub's bare hands."

"Doesn't this resemble that woman who was killed a couple of weeks ago?" Reid said after studying the pictures for a couple of minutes.

"Who?" Hotch asked.

"That woman on the news who worked as a lawyer. She was found strangled to death and had been badly tortured just like these. And she fit the type."

"Yes, I remember that one and if I didn't know better I would've said that it's the same killer." Morgan said eyeing the photos.

"But why aren't her photo in here?" Hotch asked.

"Because they caught the killer. He had killed three more women of high authority whom had all dark hair and brown eyes. They were all killed the same way and tortured." Reid said stating the facts.

"So what are you saying? A copycat? Only this guy kills prostitutes and the other one killed well-educated women."

"That's possible." Hotch said. "Reid, why don't you and JJ head to the prison to talk to the man who was prosecuted for the crime. See if he has gotten any letters. Copy cats usually send fan letters to the ones they copy. Morgan, Prentiss, head to the latest dumpsite and see if you can find anything. Rossi and I will stay here and work on victimology."

With that said everybody left for their tasks.

Reid and JJ turned their SUV into the parking lot of Virginia state prison. They walked through an orange corridor which led to a small room where a dark man sat. He was in his early forties and very fit. JJ and Reid sat down opposite him and started their interview.

"My name is Dr. Spencer Reid and this is Jennifer Jareau and we're from the FBI. We'd like to ask you some questions about the murders you committed."

"I didn't commit anything." He answered shortly.

Reid and JJ looked at each other for a moment. This was going to be hard if he didn't admit to the murders even after the court said he was guilty. Reid decided it was best to play along and pretend that this guy was innocent.

"Even if you didn't do it we would like to know if you've received some kind of fan letters. We believe there is someone out there who is copying the murders you were sent to prison for."

"I haven't received anything. Do you wanna know what I think?"

They both nodded and let him continue.

"He's still out there. The guy whose crimes I have to do time for. The reason why I'm in here is because they lacked evidence and the only ones they had was me not having an alibi. And also, I think it's because I'm black."

Reid and JJ looked at the man and then at each other, somewhat believing what the man had told them. But he couldn't understand how the police could've been so wrong. This guy was going to spend the rest of his life in prison for a crime he didn't commit.

"That's it for now. We will look into it and if what you're saying is true we will find out and we'll make sure you'll get out of here."

The dark man smiled at the two agents before they both left.

Emily Prentiss knelt down to a dark haired woman who had been strangled to death. Her body was filled with bruises, burn marks and other wounds. The body had been found in a quiet area in the Tivoli. They could hear children's laughter and people talking from where they were standing. It was a bit strange that the killer had managed to bring a dead body in here without anyone noticing.

"Why didn't anyone see them? I mean they had to come here during the open hours and this place is always full of people." Morgan said while looking around in the surroundings looking for some clues.

"Unless he works here." Emily said still down by the girl.

"We can see who has access to a key." Morgan said and Emily pushed herself up from the ground. "I'll go talk to the manager."

"You do that and I'll talk to the workers nearby to see if they might have seen anything." She said and they walked away separately.

Emily looked around the Tivoli to see an ice cream kiosk and some hotdogs stands nearby. She wondered how the Tivoli would choose to stay opened when a dead body lay behind the arcade. When she walked towards the hotdogs stand to talk to the girl who was selling she was stopped when something bumped into her. She looked down to see a little brown haired girl with big cute brown eyes staring up at her.

"I'm sorry." The girl said with a sad face clearly embarrassed that she had just ran into someone.

"Oh, it's okay sweetie." Emily said and knelt down to the girl's height. "What's your name?"

"Molly and I'm seven. What's yours?" She said with a smile.

"I'm Emily. Where are your parents? You aren't here all by yourself?"

"No, silly. My mommy is in heaven, that's what dad says. She's an angel you know." The girl said smiling. Emily felt a bit sad for the girl, but smiled back anyway. "My father is by the hotdogs with my sister. I wanted to ride the pony carousel, but I think I forgot to tell my father that. Can you help me get back to him?"

Emily smiled again before taking the girl's hand and made her way to the hotdogs stand. The girl ran away towards a guy and hugged him. The man had brown hair, dark eyes and was tall and fit. Emily couldn't help but to find the man very attractive and exactly her type. She wasn't sure if she should walk up to him, but she was heading towards the hotdogs stand from the very beginning so she might as well continue doing what she was about to do. Hopefully he would speak to her and she could start a conversation with the freakishly hot man.

"Daddy, this is Emily. I sort of, kind of, accidently ran into her. But she didn't bleed so I think she's okay." The little girl said rapidly and she went on speaking, but Emily stopped listening when the man looked at her with a big smile. She blushed a little and cursed at herself mentally for acting like a girl with a crush. When the girl had stopped babbling the man held out his hand to introduce himself.

"Hey, I'm George."

"Emily." She said shortly shaking his hand.

"Hope my little girl didn't do too much damage." He said with a laugh.

"Of course not. A cute girl like her could never do any damage." She said and the girl smiled childishly.

"Well there's three more from what that came from." He said with a smile.

"You mean you have three more daughters?" Emily asked surprised.

"Yes he have." The little girl said. "I have three sisters. Julie, Sarah and Janey. I'm in the middle."

"Wow, that's a big family." She said and smiled at the little girl. "Where are the other three then?"

"Julie is in the hotdog line and the other two went to pee." The girl said pointing at a girl in the line and then pointing to the bathrooms which was only 5 meters away.

"What are you doing here? I don't see any kids or a boyfriend." He said and she was a little surprised at the mention of a possible boyfriend.

"Don't have neither of them actually. I'm here in a work-related thingy." She said.

"Okay, so what is it you do?"

Emily wasn't sure if she wanted to tell him. First of all, he didn't need to know that there was a dead body near where they were standing and second of all, men didn't seem to like strong women. She decided to tell him anyway just not about the body.

"I'm with the FBI and I was just about to ask the hotdog girl some questions."

The man smiled a bit impressively and she thanked God that it didn't scare him away.

"Then I should probably let you get back to that. But first, can I take your number so that maybe we could get to know each other a little better over a cup of coffee."

"I would love that." She said and handed him her card.

That's the first one. I moved a bit fast through it because I wanted to come to the more exciting and juicy parts:) so what do you think? Does it have some kind of potential whatsoever?

Anyone else seeing a resemblance between dead people and one special agent we all love? ;)

Anyway, please review and let me know what you think.