Michael Tanner or Mike as his friends and family called him was your typical all American boy. He was 6' 2 with short dirty blonde hair. His body was well built and his chiseled features gave him a handsome face. He was a sweet guy that Emily had dated for about a year and a half when she was in college. One thing she did know was that he didn't deserve to die especially in the manner that he did. It was hard to believe that anyone would be that vicious to Mike.

"How did you know him?" Hotch asked.

"We, ah, used to date back in college."

"Do you know anyone who would want to do this to him?" Rossi asked.

"I haven't spoken to Mike in a while but no, I can't think of anyone who would want to hurt him so badly." Emily shifted uneasily in her chair. "Excuse me." She said getting up and leaving the room.

Hotch quickly followed after her and caught up with her in the bull pen at her desk. "Are you going to be okay?" He asked.

"Yeah I just need a minute to breathe."

"Maybe you should sit this case out."

"No I want to help catch whoever did this to him Hotch.

"All right just tell me if it's getting to be too much for you." Hotch sweetly rubbed her arm and left to go back to the round table."

Emily collapsed into her chair and let out a shaky sigh. It was rough on her just hearing about Mike's death but going to the crime scene was going to be even worse. Maybe Hotch was right. Maybe she should sit this one out but she knew that she had to find the bastard that murdered Mike.

He watched from the hallway that led into the bull pen and stared angrily as Hotch made his way back to the conference room. He didn't like it when other men touched her. By the look of her she had obviously found out about Michael's death. He did it for her. He knew that they used to date and that he had broken her heart. He had to pay for that. A few men in suits walked past and he quickly went back to pretending to wash the floor. Everything he was doing was for her.

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The black SUV pulled up to the curb and Hotch shut off the engine. He looked over at Emily who was sitting beside him and waited for her to take in a deep breath and collect herself before they stepped out of the SUV.

The small home was surrounded by police tape and a few stray onlookers and the press still hung around. The tape was lifted up by an officer and Prentiss and Hotch ducked under it. When they walked into the house the place was completely turned upside down. Books, clothes, and broken shelves littered the floor. Written on the wall in what Emily knew was Mike's blood were the words "All for you." She studied them for a long moment and quirked a curious eyebrow. All for who she wondered.

"Hi I'm SSA Hotchner and this is SSA Prentiss." Hotch said to Mike's friend Dave who had just finished speaking with an officer.

"Oh my God. Emily?" Dave said recognizing her right away. Dave had been a friend of Mike's for a long time and new Emily since college. He walked over and wrapped Emily in a giant bear hug.

"Hi Dave." She said sadly.

"You're working on this case?" Dave asked her.

"I want to find out who murdered Mike just as much as you do."

"I know this is going to be hard but can you tell us about Mike and what happened the night you found him." Hotch asked.

"Mike and I have been friends forever. I have no idea who would want to hurt him like this. I came home after work and the place was a mess. At first I thought the house just got broken into but when…" He choked back a few tears. "When I found Mike I couldn't believe it. Nothing was taken from the house. The place was just ransacked and Mike was…Mike was dead."

"Do you know if anyone had been threatening him? Are you sure he didn't have any enemies he told you about?" Emily asked.

"He was always saying that he felt like someone was watching him the past week or so but I told him he was just being paranoid. I should have listened."

"It is possible someone could have been stalking him." Hotch said.

"I don't know."

"Do you have any idea what that message means?" Emily asked looking over at the words again that were written in Mike's blood.

"All for you. I have no idea. I'm sorry I can't help you out more. I want this son of a bitch caught just as much as you do."

"Here's my number." Hotch handed him a business card. "Please call if you can remember anything else."

Hotch and Emily left the house and Emily stopped to rub her forehead. "Are you sure you're going to be able to handle this?" Hotch asked her again.

"Hotch I'm fine I just have a head ache."

"I'll give you a ride home." He offered and she accepted.

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When Emily got back to her apartment she went to put the keys into the door but it was already unlocked. She slowly pushed the door open only to discover that the place was a mess. Almost every single piece of furniture was flipped over and there was broken glass everywhere. Written on her wall in what looked like blood were the words "All for you."

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He bandaged up his cut hand as he sat in his car outside of her apartment building.