OK this is my second story. (I feel like numbering them!) I've been an avid watcher of Criminal Minds up until Emily dies so I might be behind on things... Anyway, I hope you enjoy this!

Chapter 1

Melissa pulled her coat around her now skinny waist as the cold night air blew by. She was returning from a group therapy and was not far from home. The past year had changed her; it had taught her to be more wary of the night. She wasn't too bothered of the nighttime as she was when it all began, but the feeling was still there.

As she walked, she heard a tree branch snap and froze. A deja vu feeling was coming onto her as she walked faster towards her house and came to the front door. Fumbling with the keys, Melissa opened the door.

"Janie?" She called out into the house. "I'm home! How was Tyler? Did he get to sleep alright?" She set down her keys by the front door and hung up her coat. When she didn't here any return reply, she walked towards the nursery.

"Janie, are you here?" The nursery door was closed and the light was shut off. An uneasy feeling in her gut told her not to open the door. Hesitantly, she grabbed the doorknob and turned it to enter the room. Her hand felt up the wall and flipped on the switch. When Melissa's eyes fell upon the scene before her, she let out a long and loud scream.

Janie was on the floor dead and bleeding. Above a crib on the wall was a message written in Janie's blood.

Collected what was mine.

Without a family, man, alone in the world, trembles with the cold. -Andre Maurois

Reid sat down in a cushy chair on the private jet. He pushed his glasses into place as he read through the latest file. He flipped quickly through the reports and crime scene photos as the rest of the team stepped onto the plane.

"Oh look Morgan, he's so cute when he reads ahead of us." Came Emily's voice with a chuckle.

"Our little genius is growing up." JJ sighed.

Without looking up, Reid muttered. "I don't believe intelligence can be accurately quantified."

"But you have and IQ of 187." Emily scoffed.

"And, my dove, you can read 20,000 words per minute." Garcia sang as she stepped onto the plane.

Derek chuckled and ruffled Spencer's hair. "Face it; you're a genius." He sat down next to the resident genius and whispered into his ear. "And you're my genius, don't forget that."

Spencer blushed and the girls cooed and gave wolf whistles.

"Agent Morgan, I thought I told you to keep your relationship with Dr. Reid behind closed doors." Hotch came through the entrance. Derek looked up.

"Are the plane doors closed?"

"They are now." Rossi replied as he came through the entryway.

"Then I can continue." Derek said as he nuzzled closer to Spencer who gave a squeak.

"Morgan." Hotch gave a warning tone. Derek held his hands up above his head away from Reid and gave him a small smirk. Hotch gave an identical smirk as he read his own file of the latest case.

"So, what do we have? Serial kidnapper?" Emily asked.

"It seems so," Rossi began. "It seems this kidnapper takes these children when they are between one month and six months old. No evidence of the the intruder anywhere in the house."

"What about the message left on the latest victim's house?" Emily inquired.

"There were fingerprints, but they were no match in any databases." Reid stated. "This unsub possibly has never been registered into any organization in their life."

"This unsub probably has no regard for life as this last kidnapping, he killed the babysitter." JJ said.

"Sheriff Holke will be waiting for us at the airport." Hotch said looking at his phone that chirped.

"Holke is a friend of yours, right?" Rossi asked.

"High school." Hotch replied. "I made him Jack's godfather. He and his wife helped a lot when Haley died."

Reid gave a small smile. It had been a while since Hotch had talked about Haley's death. He knew it was a lot to go through and nearly losing Jack almost sent him over the edge. Still, it was nice to have the Hotch he knew back, even though it wasn't the same Hotch. Reid felt an arm wrap around his shoulder.

"How much sleep did you get?" Came a deep rumbling voice.

Reid wasn't feeling tired until he asked that. He yawned and Garcia glared at Derek.

"What's wrong, my Tech Goddess?"

She pointed a very sharp fingernail at him. "You have been doing too much aerobic exercise for my little white genius. Look at him, so exhausted."

"I'm fine really." Spencer tried to assuage his bubbly friend. "Besides, we didn't go home together last night."

"He ran out of clean clothes at my place." Morgan grinned.

"Morgan, I know you are at the age where you are very open with your personal life, but us elder people do not need to hear this." Rossi smiled as he gestured to himself and Hotch.

"I didn't know I was now a senior citizen." Hotch smirked as he stared out the window. Reid could only imagine what was going through their unit chief's head. He reached up and took off his glasses and handed them to Morgan. Derek smiled and kissed his forehead lightly and grabbed the glasses. Spencer settled a little deeper into Derek's bicep and breathed in the scent of Old Spice. As he tried to sleep, Spencer couldn't help but try to analyze the case. His brain was giving off theories off of theories when he heard a deep voice.

"Stop thinking too much and sleep. We will be there soon."

Spencer smiled and tried to do as his boyfriend said. Only one last thought ran through his mind before he succumbed to the tangles of sleep.

Who would want to steal babies from rape victims?

There we go. A little dark for me, but then again, I love dark chocolate!333 and certain chocolate bars named Shemar Moore.

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