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Summary: What dark secret Emily's mother is hiding from her for so many years? Will she be able to face the truth? On the other side, Reid will meet someone new. Someone that maybe, he should've never meet. Both profilers' lives seem different, yet so far they ignore that they share something in common. For one of them that thing will be the best but for the other, it'll be the worst...

Author's note: This story takes place in the season 7 finale. The story shows two different point of views. Reid and Prentiss. Both point of views are two different stories that I've put together. Prentiss will explore her past, dig up ugly family's secrets and she will have to make the hardest decision of her life. While Reid will consider a different future. And they both will experience something unexpected... Love.

...Just to be clear, the romance in this story is not with another OC. I was interested of writing something about Prentiss past and about Reid... let's say vulnerability.

I hope you'll enjoy my new story as much as I am enjoying writing it!

Disclaimers: I do not own Criminal Minds! CBS does.

Happy reading everyone! - Sorry for my mistakes!

Chapter 1- Hopeless

It was that kind of day where everything seemed perfect. A wonderful weather for any family outdoor activities. Yeah, everything seemed perfect. But on early morning, the BAU profilers had been called by the detective Jake O'Neil from Edwardsville, Illinois. A family had been murdered the night before. After that Garcia had briefed them on the case,the team had all headed to the jet except for the blond tech agent who as usual stayed in Quantico.

Emily couldn't believe that something as horrible had happened to this family on a such a wonderful day like that. Derek and she had been sent on the crime scene by Hotch at their arrival at the police station of Edwardsville. Carefully looking where she was stepping, she wondered herself to what type of killer they were dealing with. The brunette glanced the messy bedroom of the parents. There was blood everywhere, from the floor to the ceiling to the four walls, even the back of the door. A factor that indicated her a disorganized personality. A crime as violent as this one had probably been committed by someone subjects to temper tantrums, she thought. She gave a look to Morgan and noticed something was bothering him judging by the way he was standing and the frown in his face.

As Emily came closer to him to ask what he was thinking about, Derek's eyes went to his partner to the parent's bed. ''Something's wrong.'' He simply answered as he walked out the parents bedroom to reach another room. She followed him as well as they came into a teenage girl's room. Like in the previous one, blood was generously covering the walls, the floor and the ceiling. Both agents were glancing at all this mess trying not to step into a pool of blood. Emily sighed as she came closer to the bed. This crime was the most violent, she thought. This girl had been targeted. The key to learn more about their suspect was that girl. The dark haired female agent finally gave a nod in agreement to her partner knowing that something was clearly wrong. Although she had not the slightest idea what it could be.

Emily turned around to face the detective O'Neil who came with them while the rest of the team had stayed at the police station's headquarter. ''Was there any DNA left on the scene?'' She'd asked him glancing the girl's stuff onto the desk. Prentiss' eyes went back to the bald detective as he shook his head negatively. There were numbers all over the room indicating different evidences. The dark haired woman shot a look to one of the numerated proof on the floor. The footprint of a shoe. Raising her eyes from the evidence, she looked out O'Neil again and frown. ''Have you managed to work something out from this?'' She pointed out throwing a look at the footprint.

O'Neil's eyes went to the female profiler to the floor. His green emerald eyes seemed confused as if he hadn't understood her. He ran the back of his chubby hand over his sweaty forehead and breathed loudly by his nostrils. He finally gave a nod in agreement to Prentiss. Morgan turned to reach them within few steps and furrowed his brow waiting an answer from the Detective. ''For now, we only got the shoe size. We'll have the model after the expertises.'' He claimed in a confident tone. As Derek Morgan gave a nod in agreement to O'Neil, he shot a look at her partner. The brunette furrowed her brow a nodded too.

After an half hour, the detective and both profilers headed downstairs to walk out the house. O'Neil grabbed his cell phone out of one of his holster attached to his waist belt. As he walked away to speak with one of his colleague, Morgan and Prentiss shot a look around themselves. The neighborhood sounded still even though there was few onlookers and journalists on the street. This was that kind of neighborhood where you wanted to live because it looked safe. Prentiss frowned as a shiver ran through her body.

**Flashback**

''Emily?'' A dark haired woman called her from a spacious home office. ''Emily? Can you come over here, sweetie?'' The woman raised her voice as a young woman stood on the threshold of the office. Her hazel eyes looked disappointed life if she knew what the other woman would say. ''I'm sorry honey, I have someone very important to meet for lunch. I'll make it up to you tonight, okay? Tell me which restaurant would you like to go?'' The dark haired woman said as Emily let out a loud sigh.

''It's okay mom. You don't have to.'' The young Emily Prentiss answered to her mother. She crossed her arms and looked away. ''Do you have something else to tell me?'' The young brunette asked with an annoying tone. Elizabeth, her mother, shot a sad look to her daughter and after few awkward seconds she shook her head as Emily turned around and walked away.

**End of flashback**

(Edwardsville headquarter)

The agents Derek Morgan, Emily Prentiss and the detective Jake O'Neil made their way into the police station as they headed to a table in the back o f the bullpen area. The team sat around the table discussing about the case. O'Neil caught up the agent Aaron Hotchner with a look as he made him a head sign. Hotch took his serious look as he reached the detective and furrowed his brow. ''When the profile will be done?'' O'Neil asked with an inquiring tone.

The supervisor team member took few seconds to answer. ''We'll get it done before noon.'' He replied as the detective gave him a nod in agreement, satisfied. O'Neil turned around and headed to his office as Hotch joined back the team. ''Have you found anything?'' He asked to Morgan and Prentiss.

Morgan took an empty seat across from Rossi as he shared a look with the brunette. ''No DNA left on the scene but there was a footprint of a shoe in a pool of blood.'' Prentiss started as she spread few crime scene pictures on the table to find the one she was talking. She grabbed the photo of a bloody footprint shoe and showed it to the team. Prentiss repeated what O'Neil had said to her in the victims' house. Hotch gave her a nod in agreement.

''The crime was pretty messy. Probably only a disorganized personality would act like that.'' Spencer Reid pointed out glancing at one picture he had in hands. The photo showed the young teenage girl lying down on her back in her bed. Her throat had been slashed as her internal organs spewed out of her body. ''The man who did this was very angry.'' The genius added as he shared a look with everyone.

''How did the suspect manage to operate with one victim without being noticed by another family member?'' Rossi asked in an inquiring tone. ''The suspect had a partner.'' He stated sure of himself as the others nodded. The old profiler took a random picture from the pile on the table. This was the room of the older daughter. A college girl was laid on her back of her bed and had the same injuries as her young sister. Rossi squinted as he took the photo of the parent's room. He tilted his head looking out the photo Reid had still in hands. ''He hasn't been as violent with the father.'' He popped out sounding surprised.

''It's not the only weird thing.'' JJ started as she took the photo that Rossi had and the one of the youngest daughter Reid had in hand. She dropped them on the middle of the table and looked up. ''They both have closed eyes. Usually when a killer closes the eyes of its victims, it's because he's remorseful.'' She frowned as she took a daze look. ''Either we have more than one suspect, either we have only one suspect suffering of a severe dissociative identity disorder.''

''I don't think the suspect has a DID. The track of the partner is more likely.'' Morgan began and took a gulp of his coffee. ''They were both angry at women. They probably killed the father only to do their work without being disturbed. If we compare the three crimes of the females, the mother's was the less violent.'' As he paused and shared a look with his partners, he took another gulp. ''Maybe the suspects were angry at only two family members, the daughters.'' When he stopped, Prentiss took back the word.

''That makes sense.'' She exclaimed with big eyes. ''But what about the remorse. One of the suspect clearly experienced remorses to them.'' The brunette laid her back against her chair and crossed her arms. She didn't know why she saw once again the same flashback she'd had at the victims' house. She wondered why she was remembering it now during this case. When she shook the memory off, Hotch was looking at her with a concerned look. She pretended she hadn't seen him and looked away. Nobody except Hotch had noticed how strange Prentiss had just act.

Hotch kept on listening his colleagues while giving subtle looks at Prentiss. He couldn't tell why he knew something seemed bothering the brunette but she behaved exactly like the months before Ian Doyle killed her. She hadn't started eating her nails again but her look was elsewhere and seemed a bit afraid or confused, the dark haired supervisor couldn't tell for sure.

As noon came, the profilers settle their stuff to begin giving the profile. Officers, detectives and some other technicians were placed in the bullpen and waited the FBI agents to start talking. Each profilers spoke at their turn describing both suspects as two white males aged in the thirties. ''These suspects share the same psychosis but at a different level.'' Hotch stated with a serious look. ''The suspects we're looking for are very dangerous and probably armed. They won't hesitate to kill anybody who will try to stopped them. One of them is more protective toward the other suspect which made us think of two men coming from the same family or two friends who grew up together.'' Hotch explained as a bunch of detectives and officers were taking notes.

''The suspects have a criminal record, at least one them has one.'' Rossi took back the speech gesturing with his hands. ''They only killed once for now, but the violence in this crime shows us that they won't wait very long to try to kill again.''

''Usually, crimes as violent as this one are not decreasing but it will rather increased very rapidly.'' Dr. Reid stated to everyone with the tone he had when he was explaining one of his statistics.

After a twenty minutes, the profilers had gave their profile to the local police and went back to their designated table. They had to wait the end of the day to finally get the model of the shoe's footprint. O'Neil made his way to the profilers with a document in his hand. ''You have the model?'' Morgan asked him as O'Neil moved his hand up and down and dropped the papers on the table.

''It's a Gucci black leather model made in Italy and it's also quite expensive.'' O'Neil shared with the agents as they all gave a nod of understanding. ''You think you can ask to your technician to find out who bought that model?''

Morgan sighed with a smile on the corner of his mouth. ''Anything you want to know she will find out.'' The black profiler informed him as he took his cell phone in his back pocket and hit a number in speed dial. The phone rang few times as he laid his phone on speaker onto the table.

''Empress of knowledge! Say your request gorgeous mortal.'' She exclaimed one of her famous greetings.

''Hey baby girl, you're on speaker!'' Morgan greeted her at his turn. ''I need you to search who bought a specific model of shoes.'' He said as the blond asked him which model. ''It's a Gucci black leather shoe.'' He repeated what O'Neil said few minutes ago.

Agents heard her typing on her keyboard. ''I can tell where your suspect didn't buy it.'' She said as Reid asked her why. ''Because there is no store who sold that kind of shoes in Manchester.'' She explained and let out a sighed.

''Where's the closest store?'' Prentiss demanded to the blond tech. ''Maybe one of the suspect bought his shoes away from Manchester to blur his track or he's simply not from here.'' She said but couldn't resume because Garcia cut her off.

''Actually there's two more thing I can tell you for sure. First, one of the men you're looking for is older than fifty and secondly, the closest place where you can buy that shoe model is in Florence.'' She paused as Prentiss took back the speech sounding surprised and confused at the same time. Hotch shot her another concerned look.

''You mean Florence... In Italy?'' She asked to Garcia with widened eyes. Garcia confirmed and added that the suspect could either bought it online and there will be a trace somewhere or he went to Italy to buy his pair of Gucci shoes. ''So one of the suspect has a very well paid job.'' She elaborated looking up at her partners.

''Garcia, can you make a list of all the men who bought this model of shoes online? For those who bought it in Italy, there must be a trace of their name too. The suspect probably used a credit card.'' Hotch ordered to the blond tech.

''I'm on it, sir!'' She replied to his boss and cut off the conversation by pushing a button with her pink pen.

(Three days later...)

As nothing seemed to tie in with this case, O'Neil came toward the profilers sitting at a table in the back of the police station and took a deep breath. ''There's no progress since two days, I can't let you waste your time doing nothing.'' He began and ran a hand on his bald skull. ''You should go back to Quantico. If we have new informations, we'll call you back.'' As he finished his sentence, Hotch reached him and shook his hand. ''Thank you for coming. We have your profile now. It should be easier.'' Hotch gave him a nod in agreement and added that they could always come back to help them. O'Neil quickly nodded and waved the profilers at the table as he turned around and walked away.

Hotch turned himself to face his team. ''I'll inform myself to know when the jet can be available.'' The dark haired man said with his serious look. ''Keep your phone close...'' He said speaking to everyone. ''I'll call you when it'll be time to go.'' Thereupon, he took his stuff and walked away in O'Neil's office to fix some details of the report he'll have to do back in Quantico.

The team eyed each other wordlessly. ''Who's hungry?'' Rossi let out as he checked his watch on his wrist indicating eleven am. The profilers nodded and stood up as they stepped out of the Law Enforcement Center of Edwardsville. ''Any idea where we can go eat?'' Rossi asked to his teammates. As JJ indicated there was a small coffee shop down the street, they nodded and started to walk.

Entering the cafe, they chose a table and each took a seat. After fifteen minutes, Reid stood up and went toward the counter to buy himself a coffee. As he approached the counter, he stared at the different signboards. What he didn't see was that someone was standing in front of him. Watching the scene from their table, the profilers started to laugh when Reid ran into a woman. He looked so clumsy and kept saying to the brunette that he was sorry. As the young dark haired woman burst out laughing, she let out a ''You're so sweet!'' She laid her hand on Reid's arm and removed it as the cashier gave her her coffee. Spencer eyed the woman walking out of the cafe and then his eyes met those of his friends. They were all glancing at him trying not to burst out laughing.

As he reached them after grabbing his coffee, Prentiss couldn't help herself and let out a ''You're so sweet!'' on a flirting tone and ran her hand along Reid's arm. Everyone chuckled as Reid awkwardly took his seat and smiled.

An half hour passed before Hotch finally called them from Rossi's phone. The Italy-American man took his cell phone and put it on his ear. ''Hotch.'' ... ''Okay, we're on our way.'' As he hung up his phone and pocketed it back he added ''Boss says we're wheels up in thirty.'' The profilers nodded and stood up exiting the cafe and heading back to the Law Enforcement Center to get their bags.

...So that was the first chapter. What did you think?

CalleighJ Xx