DISCLAIMER: I own nothing from Criminal Minds.

A/N: AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! Somebody help me! I have all of these stories swirling around in my head and I can't stop them. I need to get them all out but then I feel like I'm abandoning others. I was just thinking what it would be like if Prentiss had a little sister who was on the path of self destruction for "unknown" reasons that would soon be discovered and she helped the BAU solve a case because of those reasons. I'm going to discontinue Mind of a Monster and just go with this one instead because I think that I could do a lot more with this story than the other one. Whew! (Takes a deep breath.) Enjoy! The next chapter will be up really, really soon because I'm already working on it as I write this.

Chapter One:

At the current moment Aaron Hotchner had Emily Prentiss exactly where he wanted her. She was pinned securely against her apartment door by his body and her long fingers were tickling their way up his bare back. He was surprised that they had actually made it inside of her apartment at the speed they were going. His suit jacket, tie, dress shirt, and under shirt were scattered on the floor and she was working on his belt and pants. Just as she pulled her own light pink shirt off her cell phone began ringing.

"Screw it." Hotch said in between kisses. Normally he was attached to his phone but he didn't give a damn right now.

Prentiss reached for her phone inside her pocket and put her hand on Hotch's chest stopping him. "That's what I was hoping for." She bit her bottom lip seductively and flipped the grey phone open. "Prentiss." She answered a bit out of breath. She tried her best to keep from moaning as Hotch latched his large hands onto her waist and began kissing and nipping at her neck and collarbone.

Hotch stopped when he felt her body grow stiff. He looked up and her face had become pale and the playful smile was gone. "What's the matter?" Hotch mouthed.

Prentiss snapped the phone shut and let out a shaky sigh, her eyes cast heavenwards. "Is everything alright?" He asked. Hotch's voice brought her back to the present and bent down and picked up her shirt and slipped it back on. She opened the door and was relieved and angry at herself for having left her keys in the lock. She and Hotch had been so caught up in what they were doing she had forgotten to grab them before they stumbled into the apartment.

"I have to go."

Normally Aaron Hotchner was not the type of guy who would stand in the way but in his current "situation" he grabbed her arm and stopped her. "What's the matter? What's going on?"

"My, ah, sister is in the hospital and my mother just called and said she wasn't dealing with it this time."

"Dealing with what?" Hotch asked.

"She tried to kill herself again."