Disclaimer: CM and Glee are not mine, I'm simply borrowing the characters for entertainment purposes.

AN: So, not that I need to start another story but I signed up for the May challenge on the Chit Chat On Author's Corner forum. My assigned character is Emily Prentiss, which means that sorry folks, Em will be dying as that is part of the challenge. I'm also planning on killing off other characters from both CM and Glee so you have been warned. Also, some characters may be OOC. This will be necessary to tell the story. Please bear with me. Thank-you.

AN2: Any mods reading this, yes I know I killed off the wrong character in this chapter. My assigned character will be dying later in the story.

She had missed her co-workers during her leave of absence, so she had called one of them, hoping to get together. She had been told where they were getting together and had been asked to join them. After saying a stiff, quick good-bye to her live in boyfriend, she had headed for the bar her co-workers were at. Unfortunately, she had never joined them. Oh, she had gone to the bar, had even walked inside and spotted them but the sight that had greeted her had stopped her short.

Instead of just the four she had expected, the group had consisted of five people. All five of them were laughing and carrying on. She had recognized the fifth person, after all she had been the one who was responsible for them all crossing paths. Though the cheerful brunette was a nice enough person, she didn't like the idea of her encroaching on her territory.

Still, she had been on her way over to the table, not wanting to go back to the quiet house where she and her boyfriend functioned in a tense silence. Had been ready to suck it up and deal with the unwanted intruder into her circle of friends when she had overheard something that had made her freeze in mid-step.

"Glad you decided to come back to help us out. I know your last stint here was a bit rough on you."

She hadn't waited to hear the answer. She didn't want to hear the response. How dare she take her spot? She had only needed a little time to herself to clear her head? She was human. Didn't she deserve that?

But then she had never seemed to have gotten the breaks that others had gotten around her. It seemed like she always had to fight for recognition - at home, at school, in sports, and later at work. Her parents had favored her sister, even after her death. She had felt she was never good enough for her. In her classes all she had heard about was how great a student Analee had been. She had given up so much, a normal social life as well as dating, trying to be the valedictorian like Analee only to lose by a tenth of a point to Elizabeth Harper. And though she may have made captain of her high school team by senior year, she would never forget the sting of sitting out for a week due to a sprain ankle her sophomore year to find that captain Carole Leery had given her spot to Alexis Scott.

Her career hadn't turned out much better. Perhaps she had set herself up for defeat by joining a field of mostly men, but it was where she had felt drawn. Besides, other women had made it in the field, why couldn't she? And she had made it or at least she thought she had but tonight had shown her otherwise. Tonight she knew the truth that her so-called friends had just been humoring her because she was the reliable one. The sweet, innocent face that could get them what they wanted.

Well she would show them how innocent she was starting tonight. Tonight she was going to start the path to getting the recognition that she deserved. Tonight was the start of her journey toward avenging all the pasts wounds she had suffered at the hands of others.

And it all started with the cheerful brunette who thought she would waltz in and fill her shoes. No one could fill her shoes and the brunette was about to find that out tonight.

So she had left the bar unnoticed and made the drive to the brunette's house where she now waited, patiently letting the minutes tick by. Patience had always been a virtue of hers and it was serving her well tonight as she crouched behind the bushes of her target's two story, townhouse.

Hearing a car pull into the driveway, her fingers tightened on the grip of the gun in her hand. It was almost time. She listened closely as she watched through the branches of the bush as the brunette climbed from behind the wheel. The thud of the car door shutting echoed through the otherwise quiet night. She felt the weight of the gun in her hand, her method of righting all the injustices she had suffered.

Silently, she listened to the footsteps as the brunette made her way toward the house, her limited view also helping her determine the timing. When the unsuspecting woman made it to the right spot, she stepped purposefully out from behind the bush, the cold November wind blowing through her hair. The brunette stopped in surprise at the unexpected person blocking her way, the surprise fading when she recognized the newcomer.

The first sounds of a greeting just beginning to past her lips as the trigger of the gun was pulled. Seconds later the brunette was sprawled out on the ground, blood seeping from the single gunshot wound to her forehead.

Satisfied that in this case, justice had been served, the killer disappeared into the darkness. The gunshot would attract attention and she didn't want to be a part of the scene. Now that the quest had started, she knew there would be no going back. Justice would be handed out and perhaps then she could finally have peace. Her only regret was that she couldn't go home to say good-bye to her son.

Still feeling confused at the summons, Morgan pulled his SUV to a stop along the curb behind the familiar old Volvo of one Dr. Spencer Reid. Up ahead he could see quite a few uniformed people covering the lawn of a townhouse up ahead. His curiosity still causing him to ask questions, he made his way down the sidewalk toward the house. Approaching the end of the driveway, he spotted Hotch, Rossi and Reid standing in a small group. Joining them, Morgan noticed the familiar car in the driveway - the one that he had escorted Jordan Todd to only hours before.

"That's Jordan's car?" Morgan stated, waving toward the vehicle.

"Yes, it is," Hotch replied. "Reid said you were the one that walked her to her car at the bar. Did you notice anyone suspicious paying attention to the two of you? Did anyone leave the parking lot after her?"

"Not that I recall. Jordan was actually making fun of me for walking her out to the car. Said it was old fashioned. Why? What's going on?"

"Apparently someone was waiting at the house for her. They shot her as she approached the house," Rossi replied.

"Shot her? How bad?" Morgan asked as he felt Reid's light touch on his arm. Looking over at his friend, Morgan saw the tears sparkling in the genius' eyes.

"It was a clean shot to the forehead. She would have died instantly," Reid said quietly, his voice shaking with emotion.

Morgan looked back at the house, the words slowly sinking through his disbelief. Only hours ago Jordan had been laughing with Prentiss, Penelope, Reid and himself. How could she be dead?