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I feel a little stupid, in the last chapter I said it wasn't a Reid/OC Prentiss/OC... because I thought OC meant the charaters of the show... but IT IS a Reid/Prentiss/OC. I'm not used of all the fanfiction terms! So sorry for the confusion!

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Chapter 2- Unexpected comeback

(Quantico – 3 months later)

Morgan and JJ entered the conference room, both with a coffee in their hands. When the blond noticed Hotch wasn't in the room, she shot a questioning look to Garcia asking her where their supervisor was. ''I'm here.'' A male voice said behind Morgan and JJ. As everyone took a seat, Hotch nodded to Garcia. ''We can start, Garcia.'' He ordered and took the tablet in front of him.

Garcia took the tiny remote and pressed the power button as an image of a four-member family scrolled on the flat-screen. ''Stephen and Maureen Brady and their children, Cara and Kevin were murdered in their house. Each victim has been killed in their respective room. When she pushed a button on the remote, a different picture appeared on the screen. The killing of the parents. ''Stephen Brady was killed by a shotgun blast at close range at the top back of his head like his twelve years old son, Kevin. The mother, Maureen, and the daughter, Cara, were stabbed to death. The suspect cut their throat after-death.'' She explained to the profilers and as she finished talking, she heard Reid scratching his throat.

''That's two different MO.'' The genius stated and shared a look with his teammates.

Morgan gave him a tiny eyebrow-raise and finished Reid's phrase, ''...For two different killers.'' The dark skinned profiler scrutinized the crime scene pictures on his tablet. ''Did they know who find the victims?'' He asked to Garcia and cocked his head still staring at the photos.

''Stacy Allen, a friend of Cara. She and the victim was supposed to go to school together.'' The blond tech began to answer as Prentiss interrupted her asking her how Cara's friend got into the house. ''The door was ajar.'' She replied. The brunette gave a nod of approval.

The agents turned their head toward Hotch and waited after him to give them orders. ''Dave, Reid and JJ, go to the Law Enforcement Center and start the victimology. Morgan, Prentiss and I will proceed to the crime scene. We'll take the SUVs.'' After he gave his directions, he stood up and darted out of the room followed by Morgan and Prentiss. Not long after, the three other profilers headed out of the conference room.


(Law Enforcement Center of Washington, DC)

Rossi, Reid and JJ made their way into the local police station and reached the head officer, who had called them this very morning. The blond detective smiled at them federal agents and shook Rossi's hand. ''I thought you're team was bigger.'' The officer said to Rossi as he shot a look at both Reid and JJ.

''The others are already on the field.'' The older profilers stated as the detective nodded and introduced himself as the detective Harry Thomas. Rossi cocked his head in approval. ''Supervisory special agent David Rossi and this is my co-workers supervisory special agent Jennifer Jarreau and the doctor Spencer Reid.'' Rossi introduced them as both younger profilers waved at Thomas. ''Where can we put our stuff and work?'' Rossi asked to the detective.

''I set a room for you.'' He replied and started to walk heading to a small conference room, away from all the cacophony of the bullpen area. ''It should be easier for you to focus without all these noises. Let me know if you need anything.'' He said and as he closed the door behind him, a silence hovered the room. The federal agents started to settle their stuff and eventually started working on the victimology.

JJ reached a translucent board and brought it back closer to the round table. There was already few crime scene pictures stuck on it. The rest of the photos were spread out on the table. ''That's a pretty neighborhood.'' JJ stated looking at one of the photo on the board.

''It is.'' Rossi approved. ''... And one thing that might help us is that in that kind of neighborhood, everyone knows everyone. Someone might have seen something out of place. We should call Garcia to ask her what kind of relation the Brady's maintained with their neighbors.'' He cause and grabbed his cell phone to dial the blond tech number.


(Crime scene)

Hotch, Morgan and Prentiss stepped into the house followed by the detective Andrew Phillips, Thomas's teammate. ''Thank you for coming. We're overflowed with work and plus, we have an important lack of effective this week.'' Phillips thanked and shook each profiler's hand.

''I understand.'' Hotch began. ''It's our job to help you. As he explained, Phillips made his way to the first floor to show the rooms to the federal agents. On their left was the parents bedroom and farther, was the room of Cara, fifteen years old, and across from the teenage girl was the room of Kevin, twelve years old. The dark haired leader stepped into the parents room, while Prentiss went into Kevin's and Morgan walked into Cara's room. Hotch came closer to the bed and grabbed his tablet to help him to know how the parents were placed. The father was lying on his stomach, he never saw the shot coming. It was completely different for the mother, she wasn't lying down. Maureen Brady was curled up in fetal position, she had faced the killer unlike his husband, Stephen Brady. The next photo that Hotch took, showed Maureen's body covered with several cuts. They were almost all superficial except one at her abdomen. The dark haired profiler noticed that in the legist report, it was noted that Maureen was dead due to a significant bleeding and took three to five minutes to die. Hotch furrowed his brow, thinking about something, ''The suspect have had to wait at least three minutes to slash the victim's throat. It could be the signature of the UnSubs.'' When agent Hotchner reached the wardrobe, he heard

a male voice coming from another room. ''Hotch!''

Meanwhile...

Prentiss walked into the boy's room and started to examine everything surrounding her. As his father, the boy got shot at the head, like an execution. There was a big difference about the father's killing and the boy's, one hadn't face the killer. The boy did. An interesting fact in the legist report caught Prentiss's attention. According to the medical examiner, both male was awake before the shotgun blast. She continued to slide her index finger on the screen of her tablet but nothing else seemed as interesting. She looked up, staring the bed and started thinking about a theory, ''The fact that the suspects woke their victims up could be part of their signatures.'' The brunette decided to join back Hotch and darted out of the boy's room. As she passed in front of the teenage girl's room, without even looking at her, Morgan called her. ''Hey Prentiss, check this!'' She wondered how he knew she was in front of the girl's room then she came in and reached the dark skinned agent.

Meanwhile...

Morgan stepped into the girl's room. The bedclothes were all covered with blood. The daughter had similar injuries than her mother. A lot of superficial wounds and one important at her abdomen. The girl took eight minutes to die, then the suspect had cut her throat. The victim was on her bed lying down on her stomach, face turned toward her bedside table with her arm tended in the same direction as her face. When Morgan looked down at the small table, his gaze went to something on the floor. Hearing the steps of his teammate, Emily, he called her. ''Hey Prentiss, check this!'' Without keeping his eyes off of the bottom of the bedside table, he heard his partner coming to his side. He finally raised his eyes to share a look with the brunette and then pointed the floor with his finger. ''What do you see?'' He asked then almost right after, he turned around and looked the police officer who was standing on the threshold of the door. ''Did someone move something here?''

''No.'' The blond haired officer shook his head. ''We took pictures but that is all.'' Morgan nodded to his answer and turned his head sharing a nod in agreement with Prentiss.

''Looks like someone moved this furniture. It could be the victim.'' Prentiss suggested. ''There's a phone on the table. She could have tried to grab it but failed and moved the table instead.'' The brunette caused as her partner pushed the bedside table closer to the bed. Their eyes widened in surprise as they looked each other completely bewildered. ''Is this what I think it is?'' Prentiss let out still trying to convince herself of what she was staring at. This couldn't be a coincidence.

Instead of answering her question, Morgan turned his head toward the door and let out a shriek, ''Hotch!'' The dark skinned profiler leaned down to take a picture with his cell phone and sent it to Garcia asking her to compare it. As he pushed the send button, his supervisor made his way into the room. The dark haired leader reached his teammates within few steps. The agents stared at the floor few seconds, wordlessly then Morgan's phone rang. The profiler grabbed it out of his pocket and answered it. ''You found it, Garcia?''

''Wasn't that hard to find.'' She said and eventually confirmed what Morgan, Prentiss and Hotch thought. ''I've sent you everything you need. It's on your tablet.'' She continued and Morgan thanked her and hung up.

''It's the same!'' Morgan confirmed with a concerned look. ''These UnSubs are way more complex and smarter than we thought. ''This will be a hell of a case!'' He told to his partners as they gave him a nod in agreement.

''We'll join the others at the police station and eventually think of what we should do first.'' Hotch directed and darted out of the room and went downstairs followed by his co-workers.


(Local Law Enforcement Center)

''Did you find something?'' Rossi asked to Hotch who just walked into the conference room accompanied by Morgan and Prentiss. Rossi frowned seeing the face that the agents were making.

''Something wrong?'' Reid demanded at his turn noticing their concern look. The genius put his hands in his pockets and JJ crossed her arms, both young profilers waited an answer from their teammates.

''We sure did!'' Prentiss exclaimed as she grabbed a seat and flopped in her chair. As she was eying Hotch and Morgan, she all of a sudden found herself elsewhere.

**Flashback**

A younger Emily was standing behind a closed door, her mother's office. Trying to listen to her conversation even if usually, she didn't pay much attention about her mother's business phone's conversation. After all, it was always about politic and Emily hated politic. But this conversation was different. When she heard that her mother was talking about her, which she never did when she was speaking with one of her co-workers. Emily stuck her ear against the door to listen. ''Should I tell Emily?'' She then heard a silence hovered the room. The person at the other end was probably talking. ''I know it would make things harder but...'' Another silence. ''So I forget everything and act like if nothing happened?... I just don't understand how I let this happen. I knew that at some point it would've gone wrong but I didn't listen to myself and...'' As another silence hovered the room again, Emily wondered to whom she was talking and especially about what. ''You're right, Emily must never know!'' She heard her mother say.

''Okay, enough! What the hell is she talking about?'' Emily thought and stormed into the office. When Elizabeth noticed that her daughter was coming, she immediately hung up the phone, without even saying goodbye. Emily decided to act like she didn't just spend the last ten minutes spying on her mother's conversation. ''With whom were you talking? Emily asked casually.

''Just work, sweetie.'' Elizabeth answered trying to sound normal. Of course Emily didn't believe her mother. She glanced the phone asking her why she had hung up in somebody's face. ''Oh I just put the line on hold.'' She lied. ''Did you have something to ask me?'' Her mother demanded to Emily.

The young brunette shook her head and stepped out of the office. As she turned the corner, she looked the ID caller of the phone. No line was on hold. Her mother had panicked, she knew it. Her mother was hiding something from her, something about her!

**End of flashback**

Hotch stared at Prentiss with his everything-okay look. The brunette subtly nodded to his boss. She didn't know why she was having all these flashbacks and nightmares. It all began with this case in Edwardsville and since, she was having strange nightmares. The brunette didn't event understand the connection between her flashbacks and the case they've had three months ago. Nevertheless, she shook her bad feelings off her head and started listening her teammates.

''What did you find back there?'' JJ demanded frowning, puzzled. She looked at Morgan who him took his tablet and started to scroll different pictures on the tiny screen with his finger. When he finally found the one he was looking for, he turned his tablet to show it to his co-workers. ''Is this?'' JJ started but gave up too stunned.

The agents kept staring the picture in disbelief. After all they had seen, this shouldn't surprised them, but they were. On the photo that Morgan had taken at the victim's house, was a little pool of blood. But it wasn't what the profilers found bewildering. It was what was in the middle of the pool of blood, the footprint of a shoe. The footprint of that Gucci shoe they had seen in Edwardsville...

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