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On the jet, the team was tossing around ideas while Emily was looking at a picture of one of the victims, a child in particular. She wasn't trying to profile or analyze the scene she was trying to remember. Really she didn't even know what she was trying to remember and every time she tried to force it, it would unconsciously be pushed back out.

Emily had pondered on the image and recounted the vivid dream over and over in her head all morning. It was scary to think, that the reality of this to have actually happened, would mean that a little girl was killed and by whom she wasn't sure. That little girl did seem so familiar, she thought. She reminded me of a friend I once had, Rebecca, but Rebecca was killed in a car accident so it couldn't be her. Despite everything, the one thing that bothered Emily most was the extreme feeling of guilt she couldn't seem to shake.

After a few minutes, it became apparent to the team, Emily was in her own world when she wasn't giving any input. Her expressions implied a look of uncertainty and an internal struggle. Yes, Emily has had that look before, with many cases, but she never kept those uncertain thoughts to herself and that is what made her behavior puzzling. "Emily? Emily? Emily?" Morgan called to her, increasing his volume each time he called her name, hoping to get a response.

Emily looked up sharply and was quick to say, "Yeah..um…I was just looking at this photo." Emily laid the photo out on the table, "It's not messy, and their laid out like it's a burial, in a way they look almost peaceful. I don't think he wants to kill them, I think he has to. It's like he is trying to make a point." Emily looked at Morgan who was sitting across from her, waiting for him to respond. Hoping that she faked how she was feeling good enough.

Morgan eyed her curiously and for the moment, seemed to by it and laid down a photo of Rita Taylor, comparing it to the photo of the young girl, "The rage he displaces on his older female victims are almost sadistic, personal even. It's hard to tell if the hair is cut before or after death, but the raping and beating take place anti-mortem."

Rossi interjected, "I wonder if he's taking the hair as a trophy."

The genius of Dr. Reid then explained, "With someone who is showing remorse with some of his kills, it's highly unlikely he is taking anything as a trophy, but instead gaining some type of reward from the recognition."

"This un-sub also wants his victims to be found. All of them were found within three days of their initial death." Hotch added.

JJ was now a profiler but with the duty of still handling the media and giving press conferences, she was concerned as how to proceed when they landed. "So how do you want us to handle the media? It seems like we should warn the public about this killer targeting victims with the initials RT, but wouldn't we be giving him the recognition that he wants and cause him to stop killing if we did?"

"I'm not sure that it's recognition that he wants." Morgan said.

"What do you mean?" JJ asked.

"It's just a thought, but if our un-sub is a man and is displaying his emotions onto his kills what does it say about him when you look at this picture?" Morgan said holding up the photo of the young girl.

"It says that he was only compelled to kill her because of her initials and really he didn't want to kill her at all." Emily said.

"Okay what about this one?" Morgan said holding the picture of Rita Taylor.

Rossi gave his analysis, "He hates women. He uses her and leaves her looking degraded almost less than human. Leading us to believe a woman could be the object of his rage."

"Then what does this one tell us?" Morgan said holding up a picture of one of the male victims.

Hotch studied the picture then said, "If Morgan's right then the way he leaves his males victims would tell us that the un-sub feels less than a man and shame, maybe shame for what he has done or how someone has treated him."

Morgan then said, "So if the un-sub's initials are not RT, he is most likely blaming the person who has caused his anger and if caught he will say it was that person that drove him to kill, trying to make that person feel as if these deaths were their fault completely."

"I agree I don't think we should jump to conclusions until we know for sure what kind of un-sub we're dealing with." Rossi said.

Hotch looked to JJ, "For now let's hold off on giving a press conference until we've had a chance to visit the most recent crime scene and start a geographic profile. After that we should have a better understanding of who this un-sub is."

"What about victimology?" Emily asked, taking hold of the picture she had placed on the table.

"We trace their last steps, look for any witnesses, and talk to the families about the victim's daily lives and behavior. We need to know if the un-sub new these victims personally or if this was a stranger abduction." Hotch explained, before heading to the back of the jet to grab some coffee.

Meanwhile Morgan looks at Emily sitting across from him, "Emily are you okay?"

"Yeah I'm fine." Emily said, acting as if the question was completely stupid.

"Are you sure? You have been acting kind of strange this morning." Reid insisted.

"Really guys, I'm fine." Emily sees Hotch pouring a cup of coffee. "I think Hotch has the right idea, excuse me." She said standing up.

"Avoiding conversation." JJ stated.

"Yep that's a definite sign." Morgan said teasingly.

"Okay no inter team profiling. If Emily has something she wants to tell us she will." Reid said trying to get the team to leave her alone. It is Emily he has been able to confide in and since her return, after the initial reaction, he was glad to have her back. She was someone he could always trust and he would never forget that.

"Thanks Reid." Emily said with her radiant smile then she gave Morgan a friendly punch on the upper part of his arm, for aggravating her, before heading in Hotch's direction. When Emily reached the counter where Hotch was standing he had her drink in hand. He turned around and handed it to her. "Thank you. Just what I needed." Emily said taking a sip of the warm liquid, feeling it flow all the way to the pit of her stomach. She rested her back on the counter and glanced at Hotch who seem to also be reveling in the comfort of his own coffee. The longer she looked at him; the silence seemed to grow more awkward. To break the silence she was going to ask about Jack, but just before she did, Hotch spoke, causing her to catch her words, right before they exited her mouth.

"Emily I know I told you to tell me if you had a bad day, but I want you to know that my door is always open if you ever just want to talk." Hotch said sincerely, trying to be a friend to someone he genuinely was developing feelings for.

Emily wasn't quite sure how to take his gesture. His behavior was more personal than it had been before. She thought back to the piano man case they had a few months ago, when she had her first real bad day. It was a comfort being able to tell him and she was glad that he had given her that opportunity to open up.

"I'm having a bad day." Emily said, with a slight waver in her voice. She looked away, feeling vulnerable, exposed, and maybe even a little embarrassed. A comforting silence fell among them. Emily thumbed away a stray tear. Slowly she brought her hand down to her lap, only to feel warmth cover it. Quietly she was startled by this touch of compassion. Looking at the hand that covered hers, she places her own hand on top of his. Emily's eyes follow the length of his arm, across his shoulder, and to his face. Her eyes look longingly into his, silently thanking him for his gesture.

Hotch saw the look of suffering and sadness embedded in her expression and desperately wanted to make that go away. Placing his other hand on top of her bare one, he gently moved to the seat next to her.

In the silence they sat, where Emily found solace in his presence.

Emily vividly remembers the look Hotch had in his eyes; on the jet that day. It was a look that expressed care, compassion, and empathy, that same look was apparent on his face now and felt in the tone of his voice. "Thank you." Emily said.

Hotch looked at the beautiful woman before him and responded, "I don't think I've ever told you but I'm glad your back." Sincerely he meant what he said, while faintly feeling his heart skip a beat.

"It's good to be back." She said smiling.

Hotch returned her smile and went to sit back down.

Emily stood in the doorway; to the kitchen area of the jet and looked at the people she could call her family. Smiling to herself she was glad that the events with Doyle seemed to be something of the past, but now she felt as if she was suffocating under a memory or a dream she couldn't make any sense of.

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