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F.Y.I Emily is in her mid-30s in this.

_~*A single tear that contained a life time of pain*~_

"There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are messengers of overwhelming grief...and unspeakable love." - Washington Irving

"F.B.I Freeze!" Morgan screamed as he turned into the kitchen; there stood a tall man in his mid-40s, brown messy hair, jeans and a black button up shirt with a gun in his hand.

As he faced Morgan a sadistic smirk surged across his face, the suspect, for once, actually dropped the gun on the floor and let Morgan arrest him.

After returning to the station and putting him into and interrogation room it made her rethink this case, other than a man with a gun they had nothing, hell they didn't ever know his name and even with DNA, they still didn't know anything about him and he knew it.

He had a file but that file was under such a secure system even Garcia couldn't break it, the only way into that file was a password, a password that whoever had it would never give it, someone obviously did not want anyone to know what laid beneath it, the question was who didn't want anyone to know what was in it, that question however was what everyone on the team wanted to know; the answer laid right in front of them, the person who knew it was right there. Only what laid beneath that file was horrible and even this person had to suppress that memory in order to live, the person, the only person who knew that password had forgotten that memory and for good reason. So…. Where did that leave the team? The only way to crack this case involved one of their own having to relive that memory; one that nearly destroyed their life and from such a young age.

"So what do we do now? Just ask him questions? I mean we literally have nothing at all except a guy, name still unknown, with a gun" JJ asked as she looked to the team

"We do what we do best, we get into his head and try to find those girls" Hotch answered her returning the eyes of his team.

Thinking as was she watched on as Hotch, Morgan and Rossi tried to get in his head she remembered the details of the case, 6 bodies found all-around Chicago, all between the ages of 12-14, females, raped numerous times, beaten to death, then tossed on the side of the road like garbage. Apparently this unsub kept them for 5 days, no food or water always taken in 3s so that meant he still had 3 young girls somewhere; they had been tipped off by a neighbour that said the guy down the street fit the profile given to the public. He had a type, now that was an understatement; they were all brunettes with brown eyes and had pale skin, all tall and thin, all beautiful, all had come from wealthy families, although for most unsubs who have wealthy victims was about the money but with this unsub it's all about the torture. All great students, going to great schools. All taken after a party of some sort.

But something seemed off about everything going on with this guy and the more she thought about it the bigger the feeling of something not being right got. It was wrong he should have fought but it was like he was happy that he was found and the reason he had given was that was something about the fact that the team actually thought it was him and that they were totally wrong and that it had amused him.

They had been questioning him for about 2 hours and still got nothing at all. After checking on the guys progress she went back to the room that contained the white boards and everything else they had on this case. JJ, Reid and Garcia (Garcia-via video call) were going through everything again and again trying to find something to use to get into this guy's head. About an hour later Morgan emerged from the interrogation room, you could tell he was pissed off as was everyone else on his team. Time was running out.

"Prentiss, have you guys found anything?" Morgan asked as he walked towards her.

"No, nothing, guys we have nothing, nothing at all, hell we don't even have a name and these girls are gonna either run out of time or the unsub will be realised and will probably go kill them and up and leave and then he'll be in the wind. What the hell are we supposed to do? We've had him for what about 3 and a half hours and nothing. ... What if he wanted to get caught? I mean you saw what he did when Morgan cuffed him; it was almost like he wanted to be caught in order to what? Toy with us." She was about to lose it and this was a case like no other it was like they had been no use at all on this case. All anyone could do was look at each other.

"I think we just need to get something, one thing to use, if only we had that password, it's like someone's protecting him." Reid answered as he looked to Prentiss.

After 6 hours of questioning Rossi finally came out to the team and cleared his throat to gain there attention.

What is it? Have you got something?" JJ spoke first.

"No but he said that he had something to say but he's only going to say it if the team and only the team are there" Rossi said as he turned and motioned for them to follow him.

"Ok" they all answered

"Ok we are all here so want do you want to tell us?" Hotch asked as he spoke to the unsub. They were all now in the room just outside the interrogation room big enough for everyone to fit into and be comfortable.

"Uh yes you all are, however I only want to talk to one of you the others are simply her to watch and you must watch or... well you can guess" the unsub said looking at all of them but focusing on one Emily Prentiss.

"Ok, witch one of us would you like to speak to?" Hotch asked trying to keep a calm voice but everyone by now wanted to rip his head off.

"Uh, mmm…. I chose the hot brunette, I mean, as you people would put it, she is more my type. No offence agents." The unsub kept his voice calm and his eyes on her eyes, like she was the only one in the room witch creep her out completely but she kept a emotionless face.

"Ok, so what do you want to tell me" she asked trying her best to keep the anger from reaching her vocal cords.

"Oh no Agent not here, you and I in the room no else; everyone else behind the glass" he said never taking his eyes off hers the brunette held his stare strongly and nodded.

Emily Prentiss had hated her parents for most of her life and in the last 10 years she had started to stop, started to forget.

But now it was all going to come back and with one hell of a thud.

The only question left is can she recover from this again.

After forgetting about this every pain for nearly 15 years.

A/N: all will be uncovered soon please tell me what you think.

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