DISCLAIMER: I own nothing from Criminal Minds.

A/N: This is a sequel of sorts to It's all Relative. It takes place 8 months after that story.

CHAPTER ONE

For the first time in a long time Emily Prentiss was actually getting a good night's sleep. Despite the storm outside she felt safe in her warm bed and with Hotch's strong arms wrapped securely around her. A shrill ringing noise broke out in the room pulling Emily from her dreams. She let out an annoyed sigh and reluctantly rolled out of Hotch's embrace. She looked at the alarm clock noting that it was only 3:45 in the morning.

"Prentiss." She said her voice still full of sleep as she picked up the phone.

"Em it's me." A shaky voice on the other end of the line said.

"Emma?" Emily asked becoming fully awake. She had only heard from her sister once in a while since she left two months ago. She moved out to Seattle, Washington and was finally living her life.

Emma sniffled a few times. "Hi."

Emily could instantly tell something wasn't right with her sister. "What's wrong?"

"My ah, roommate was um shot." Emma said trying to choke back tears.

"What? What happened?" Emily asked sitting up.

"I just got back from the hospital. I had to identify the body. I thought something was weird when he didn't come home after work but I didn't think anything of it."

"Are you okay?"

"Fuck, I don't know what I' am anymore."

"What's going on?" Hotch asked waking up.

"Em, he was the only person I had out here."

"Do you need me to send you up some money? I can fly you back up here."

"Emily you can't do that. I can't depend on you all the time and I know that it's just that I didn't know who to call. I'm sorry I shouldn't have woken you up."

"Emma…." Emily said but the line went dead. She hung up the phone and fell back against the headboard of her bed.

"Who was that?" Hotch asked.

"It was Emma."

"Is she all right?"

"No, her roommate what shot to death."

"Jesus."

"I don't understand why all of this crap has to constantly happen to her. She was just starting to do so much better too."

Hotch put his arm around her and soothingly began rubbing her shoulder. "Emma's a tough kid I'm sure she's going to be all right."

"Yeah I hope so." Emily said allowing herself to close her eyes and lose herself in Hotch's touch.

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Emily sat at the conference table waiting for the case briefing to begin. It had been two days since her sister had called and she wouldn't answer any of the messages that she left for her. Emily hoped she was okay but she wouldn't know anything until her sister called her back. She couldn't get her sister's haunting distressed voice out of her head.

"Mike Cummings, Andrew Hallper, Ritchie Danes, Christopher Mansfield, and Joseph Randall all in their early 20's and all murdered execution with a single bullet wound to the back of the head." JJ said brining up the boys pictures on the screen. "The last kill was two days ago it was Joseph Randall. A couple of kids found his body in an abandoned warehouse and called the cops.

"If it's execution style this guy doesn't like it messy." Morgan said.

"Where there any signs of sexual assault?" Rossi asked.

"Yes." JJ said. "With all five men their clothes were taken off and then put back on again backwards and their autopsies showed that there was rape."

"So it looks like our unsub might have a little signature he like to leave behind." Emily said.

"A lot of serial murderers like to leave their individual mark on each of their victims or have something that identifies them. The Zodiac killer had his symbol and Richard Ramirez left behind a pentagram written in his victim's blood." Reid told the team.

"Where have all of these murders taken place?" Hotch asked.

JJ looked at him. "Seattle, Washington."