Author's Note

Hello there readers! (If there are any of you out there, LOL) Well, I been planning this story for a while now and I'm not a rookie on CM's fics but there's a few thing you should know about this one.

Pairings: García-Dereck and slight Hotch-OC ( haven't made up my mind on that one yet)

No Prentiss here, sadly and I'm afraid there might be one or two details that may not fit, so just give me a shout out to fix them

Sadly, Winter Break is approaching fast and on top of that, I have my finals next week,. Even thought I have already written the second chapter, things may get slow after that one is out.

That's pretty much it….Enjoy!

Chapter one: Don't talk to strangers Meggie.

"Are we even close Matt?" Christina had been holding her frustration back for a while now. She enjoyed talking to her boyfriend as they circled around pointlessly on the neighborhood, but the streets looked darker now and the short nurse costume she was wearing had become very unpractical when the temperature dropped.

"I'm pretty sure that's the same three we have been passing all night…and the same yellow house…and the same tracks…we are definitely circling around! Are you sure you still want to go to this thing?" Matt didn't really expect an answer. In a small conservative town like Grace there were only one or two events that break the peaceful routine. The Night of the Angel was one of them. "Fine, let's ask for directions."

"Ok, but let me ask this time. Your fangs don't really help your diction, babe." she pointed the vampire fake plastic fangs on his mouth with a giggle. She was truly gorgeous. Her pale skin and long wavy blond hair brighten up with the moon light and her green eyes glowed in the night. "Excuse me? Goodnight, my boyfriend and I are a bit lost and we were wondering if you knew were Lemontise Street is?" with a soft polite voice she asked for directions to a man walking nearby.

At first sight, the man on the sidewalk appeared not to hear what the girl was saying, but slowly he began to move towards the car. He dragged his left feet and his face was contracted in an amused grin.

"Are you hurt?" Christina noticed the blood spots on the blue shirt of the man when he was closer to the car.

The man nodded negatively and kept dragging his left feet. He walked at an awkward position. Hiding a hand behind his back and using the other one to pull his hurt leg.

"Chris, he is wearing a costume! Relax, dear." Matt recognized the fear on his girlfriends face, but he had found a much more logical explanation to the behavior of the man. It was Halloween after all, and they were wearing costumes as well.

Christina didn't relax. She was regretting now deciding to attend to the party. They should have stay home as her mother suggested. "I'll take good care of her." that's what Matt had said to her mother before they left. He'll take care of me. Christina thought as the stranger approached the window next to her.

She distracted with the sound of steps and giggles from across the street. She managed to see the group of kids singing Trick or Treat before turning around and meeting Matt's look. He was smiling confidently, amused by her fear. He looked so handsome! Twilight got nothing on this senior football player-vampire with olive skin and white shining smile. She couldn't smile back because the next thing she saw was the firm and steady hit of an ax going straight to her chest.

Dr. Juarez was on call when Matt got to the Grace Hospital. He almost crashed the emergency entry. A small group of doctors approached the car and Vera Juarez had to push her way to the crowd. Halloween was the busiest day for the Emergency room of this small town and it was normal to attend small crashed and last year they even got to save some kid from overdosing but that was as far as it went. She was not prepared for what she saw when she opened the driver's door. Matt Salas, the same intrepid teenager boy that she had attended so many times for sport injuries was clenching to the wheel, shaking from heads to toes.

"Matt! Can you hear me? What happened? Are you hurt?" Juarez started questioning the boy as her colleagues examined him. He was wearing a vampire costume and maybe that's why Dr. Juarez didn't noticed the blood at first sight, but after taking a second look she noticed the whole front part of the car was filled with blood.

"Help her. Help her. Help her." Matt kept staring at the horizon with an emotionless expression as he repeated over and over the same thing. "Help her. Help her."

Just then Dr. Juarez noticed there was another person in the vehicle. She looked those glassy empty eyes once and a chill ran through her body. Christina Long was sixteen. Juarez had assisted her birth and she had held the hand of her mom that day. She had always been a nice girl who often came to the hospital for periodical checkups on her asthma. The chest that she had examined many times now lay broken apart with deep cuts and the green eyes that sparked every time she gave away a lollipop after the exams now were empty and cold.

DR. Juarez rushed back to Matt. "Who did this? Matt, tell me who! Who did this to her?" she screamed hysterically as she contained the tears.

"A cop killed her. She asked for directions to a man. He was dressed as a cop." Matt could only explain that far before the doctors placed an oxygen mask over his mouth.

At 4 a.m Saturday night, a call woke up Sheriff Roselyn Tale. She put on her brand new uniform with shaky hands. She wasn't surprised to receive the call reporting a murder. She already knew it would happen.

The team met at the airport. Most of them already had three of four coffees and now they were hyperactively passing around the waiting room. Only one sat down calmly waiting for their flight. The man with the black suit inspired a sense of indescribable respect. Aaron Hotchner was a man of few words.

"How bad do you think it is?" Penelope lead the race with six cups of coffee and her teeth were shaking.

"Let's see gorgeous…first of all, you're coming with us. We have packed for two weeks. Hotch had a free day with his son and he called it off. It's bad, baby girl." Agent Morgan replied as he put his arm around her shoulders for her to cuddle in.

"All that is necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing."

Edmund Burke quotes (British Statesman and Philosopher, 1729-1797)