A/N: I don't own any of the Criminal Minds characters and I am not making any money from writing this.

Please forgive any minor spelling or grammar mistakes, English is not my native language.

This is just the idea that I have had for quite some time, and now I think that it would make for a decent season eleven premiere. I am probably wrong but oh well. I admit that I was disappointed with most of the season ten and I hope that the writers will provide us with an engaging and exciting new season.

Dorian is a red haired special agent from "Rock Creek Park". At least, on IMDb she is listed under that name.

Cast

Hill Harper as Lou Rivers

Kaitlin Olson as Kelly Grey

Cristin Milioti as Mandy Monk

Dylan Bruno as Johnny Awake

Laura Spencer as Kaley Green

Jeremy Jordan as Eric Smith

Beth Riesgraf as Hillary Truby

Rossi took one last look in the mirror before heading toward the door. But once again, Joy stood in his way, dressed in a T-shirt and shorts, still containing wood dust due to some furniture repair works he had helped her with..

"You did right, taking up on my advice to try a T-shirt for once", she said with a coy smile.

David grinned. "Don't expect me to wear it every... month. Or to get read of my beard."

Joy chuckled, eventually looking up with him with slight sadness in her eyes. "Are you sure that you can't stay for a while?", she asked.

David cringed. "I'm sorry, duty calls." He shrugged. "Spring break is officially over."

He placed a kiss on her cheek before walking through the door, toward his car, inhaling the slowly disappearing smell of the summer.

#

Spencer couldn't help but move from one foot to another nervously while standing at the gate to the local movie theater with Dorian, in a sadly small line mostly filled with very young or very old people. The weather was nice and relaxing though. He was looking around, trying to find something to occupy him while waiting, and while doing so accidentally met her gaze, surprised upon seeing her blush at the exchange.

"Unfortunately, matinees of 1970 Russian movies are really rare in this city", he blurted out, making her smile. He didn't know why, he just felt like he needed to say something and end the silence for some reason.

"A real shame", Dorian agreed, staring longingly at the gate. At first, Spencer didn't even notice when she held his hand.

And that is when his phone rang.

He quickly pulled it out of his pocket and answered the call, gently slipping away.

It only lasted for a few seconds, but left nothing to bargain.

"I'm sorry", he apologized, trying to hide a frustration in his voice. "It looks like I will have to miss this one."

#

Derek woke up naked in his bed, covered with the bed sheet to waist up, very late in the morning, due to a sound of his ringtone going off. He read the text just at the moment Savannah sat up in the bed, rubbing her eyes, holding the other part of the sheet over her chest.

"Please tell me that you don't have to go to work", she moaned.

Derek smiled. "Hey, the last morning it was you. Laws of nature."

She giggled, though groaning silently, before he placed a kiss on her lips and went to the bathroom.

#

JJ was kneeling in front of the bathtub, only wearing her T-shirt and old shorts, just finishing with bathing Henry (finally), when Will walked into the room, her phone in hand, instantly getting splashed over the face with some water.

"JJ, it's for you."

#

Within five minutes of arriving to the headquaters, everyone was gathered in the conference room, sitting around the table. Aaron was pacing around the room, in front of the screen, with a remote in his hand. He looked unusually nervous, almost scared, but everybody decided not to question it. He handled them the files and stood to the side, preparing himself for the gruesome presentation.

"The Rivers family was murdered here in Quantico", he announced before clicking at the remote. A photograph of a smiling Afrcan American family appeared on the screen: father and mother in early forties, and two sons. "Mother, Jenny Rivers, and two sons, Rick, age seventeen, and Kyle, age eleven." Another click. The first crime scene photograph appeared on the screen: a chilling contrast to the previous image. All family members, except for the father, were laying face down on the kitchen floor, gunshot wounds to the back of their heads. "They had all been shot once in the back of the head with Glock 9mm. No match in IBIS. Another family, Grey, had been murdered a week later. Father, Samuel, thirty seven, and a daughter, Rachel, nine. Both shot to death with a Glock 9mm: the mother once in the back of the head, the daughter once in the heart. Ballistics proved that the same gun had been used. Both parents have alibies, GSR test negative."

"All the victims had their wrists binded with flex cuffs, except for the youngest child", JJ noted, grimacing as she looked at the crime scene photographs. "No valuables missing."

"The autopsies are still in progress, but judging by the preliminary reports, none of the victims were sexually assaulted or tortured", David chimmed in, going through the file.

"No signs of breaking in either", Spencer noticed. "Unusual."

Aaron took a deep breath, like he was making a courage to do something. He looked at his colleagues with a stern look on his face and said, carefully: "Lou Rivers, the father, and Kelly Grey, the mother, are both FBI agents." He continued before being able to see the other's reaction. "They had been absent from the residence at the time the murders had taken place and they had been left unharmed. There are no valuables missing, except for Jenny's and Samuel's wedding rings. Probably trophies."

He gulped, fondling his hands together. A nauseating silence remained in a room for quite some time. Everyone was just looking at Hotch, as hoping that the whole thing would somehow turn out to be a mistake, but that wasn't happening. "This isn't good", David sighed, sinking lower into his chair.

"This guy is targeting the families of FBI agents?", JJ exclaimed, still trying to wrap her mind around that.

"It appears so", Hotch confirmed, sounding unsettled.

Spencer frowned, trying to calm himself down. "I wonder how he had gained access to the needed information", Spencer pointed out. "Most of FBI agents don't even have their addresses listed in the phone book."

"The tech control checked. There had been no hack attacks into our systems", he said, as that was supposed to be at least some relief.

"They are only calling us in after the second familicide?", David asked, perplexed.

"Lou was away in New York, involved in an undercover drug investigation. He wasn't allowed to contact his family during his stay there", Aaron explained. "The schools are mostly still closed in the area due to construction works, the classes are scheduled to begin on September 25th. The house was on a relatively isolated area, with a great distance between the murders. Lou had found them late yesterday afternoon upon returning home: ME estimated that they had been dead for about a week." JJ gulped. Derek took a sip of water. The air was feeling unusually thick in the room. "A few hours later, Kelly found her family dead after returning home from work late. It didn't take long for the police departments to link the cases and call us in."

"Lou had been receiving threatening phone calls and letters to his home during the last month", Derek read. There is even a small team working on finding, though they still aren't close."

"There was a police protection present for some time, but it was eventually called off, to his request", Spencer noted. He leaned back into his chair and rubbed his chin. "That's odd."

"Things hadn't been working so great for Kelly either", JJ pointed out, going through the file. "According to the information in this file, she was shot non fatally two months ago. She had returned to work a week prior to the murders, temporarily desk job.."

"We can't take any chances", Aaron said, sounding as serious as ever. Everyone in the room looked at him. "You and your families, even the ones outside the city, will be issued a police protection immediately. And now, we are immediately heading to the murder scenes."

They all sighed and exchanged glances of the discomfort as they stood up and headed to the hallway, with the files in hand.

#

The unsub stretched out in front of the writing desk, sighing in the process. The signt of the scrap book laying opened on the desk was thrilling for the killer. Photographs of those families, notes about their habits. Pale, slim fingers tightened around the tape recorder before pressing at the "Play" button with the mixture of a dread and thrill.

"What are you most afraid of?", a gentle man's voice asked, as heard on the tape.

No answer. Just a sigh. A woman's sigh.

It is then that the unsub catches a news report playing on a near by radio.

"FBI still hasn't made a statement about allegations of two families associated with their agents getting murdered..."

That soon faded into the background, like an unnecessary repeat. Male voice, on the tape again.

"It is okay, you can tell me."

Short silence. The recording of a soft female voice filled the cold room.

"Of waking up and finding my family dead.".

~OPENING ROLES AND CREDITS~