The rain had cleared sometime midday but seemed to come back in full force as the afternoon faded away into the evening. The wind could be heard in the middle of the busy bullpen as it rattled the windows with force. Emily was sitting at the table in the conference room with takeout Chinese food in front of her. She was thankful that Morgan was kind enough to bring food back for everyone. She had been struggling to keep her eyes open all day, but the food seemed to be helping.

"Alright my lovelies." Garcia announced her presence as she entered the room carrying her laptop. She took a seat next to Hotch and started sharing the information she found. "I went back the past five years and searched unsubs that had been killed. I narrowed it down to twenty-two, but then I got to thinking that most of our unsubs are male. So, are we looking for a female?"

"It's true that males are more likely to be killers than females, but the stalking and picture taking would make sense if our unsub was a female," Reid added. "Did the boy who brought the letter give a description of who paid him?"

Hotch shook his head, "The unsub didn't talk to him, just placed the envelope, a letter with instructions, and the cash on his table."

"His table was right out of view of the cameras," JJ said, "so that's probably why he was chosen to deliver the envelope. He knew he wouldn't be seen on camera."

Emily was quiet as she listened to the discussion around her. This wasn't the first time she had been in a dangerous situation and she knew it was likely it wouldn't be the last. She had trust in her team that they would find the guy before any real harm happened. Besides, she wasn't too worried. Yes, seeing the pictures of herself completing her errands was startling, but if the unsub wanted to kill her, she would have attempted to already. She thought they were focusing on the wrong person.

"Wait a minute," Emily finally spoke, "I think we're going about this all wrong. We were focused on my apartment, and the places I went, but what about Hotch? The unsub has to know that we are together otherwise the pictures of me wouldn't make sense. What if she hasn't done anything physically yet because she's too busy following Hotch?"

"That would make sense," Morgan said, "The unsub had to have been watching you before he started watching Emily.

"Em, what's the earliest photo here?"

"Uh, this one." Emily pointed to the picture of her at the grocery store. "This was taken five days ago on Thursday and this one," she pointed to the one of her at the pharmacy, "was taken yesterday after I left here."

"Do you always go to the pharmacy on Monday's?" Reid was trying to look for any pattern he could think of.

"No," she answered, "I had a bad headache yesterday and I stopped for some Alieve."

"So the unsub had to be watching you as soon as you left here," Reid said, "we need watch our own security cameras."

"Do you think the unsub has been in the building?" Rossi asked, "because then we could have a problem."

"I don't think Emily is in immediate danger," Reid said, "the unsub wants to taunt Hotch and he'll do so for a while before acting on it. She wants to see him suffer like she did when her love was killed. Garcia, narrow your search to the men who were engaged when they died." Garcia typed away at her computer and narrowed it down to three suspects."

"I have a Melissa Rowe, Taylor Allen, and a Kennedy Smith," Garcia said, "their information is being sent to your tablets."

"Taylor Allen lives in the area," Rossi pointed out as he skimmed over the information, "we should start with her."

Hotch agreed. "Rossi, you and JJ head over to her address. See if she has an alibi for 8 PM yesterday."

"Reid, look the three cases involving these women and see if anything stands out to you. If they did crime together before the spouse is more likely to be involved in crime now." Reid nodded and took his file folders back to his desk to get started.

"I'll be in front of the computer where I work best," Garcia said as she too packed her items and left the room.

"If the unsub is following Emily from work," Morgan said, "maybe we should have her leave and see who follows her."

"It's risky," Hotch said.

"Hotch—"

"Emily, at this point the unsub knows we're looking for her. She won't take the risk to follow you home from work anymore."

"It can't hurt to try," she argued.

"I'll be with her," Morgan said, "I'll drive by her place and circle back and see if anyone follows."

"Alright," Hotch agreed, "the sooner we figure out who this is, the sooner Emily can get some rest."

Emily hated that Hotch was calling her out, but she knew that Morgan likely knew anyway. He was her best friend and could always read her like an open book. "Let's go."

In the car, Morgan was driving and Emily was riding in the passenger's seat as usual. She was constantly checking the mirrors to see if anyone was tailing them.

"So," Derek said, "you and Hotch."

Emily shot him a playful side glance. "Yes," she said, "for almost five months now."

"No wonder you both have seemed happier here lately," he said, "I think you suit each other well."

Emily smiled. She thought her and Hotch suited each other, too. They were always in sync and whatever strengths she lacked, Hotch seemed to have. He was always there when she needed someone to vent to because he always understood. He always knew what to say to make her feel better. He also knew how to cook a good meal which was definitely an area Emily was lacking in.

"You think I'm really in danger?"

Derek shrugged. "I don't know. It could have just been a scare tactic," he said, "You know how people always say they'll get revenge."

Emily mumbled in agreeance. They heard it plenty of times before.

As they pulled onto Emily's street, Emily looked to her apartment building and didn't see anything out of the ordinary. The rain was coming down pretty heavily and most people chose to stay inside. Then she looked to the front porch. "Pull over!" Derek looked to his right to see the bloody body lying on the front porch. Emily hopped out of the car and ran to the body, tears pooling in her eyes. She knew that body… the cold, lifeless body… She scooped the body into her arms, knowing that she was contaminating the scene. "Mom," she cried as tears cascaded down her cheeks and onto her mother's shirt.

Derek was quickly behind her, recognizing the woman to be Emily's mother. He placed his hand on Emily's back to offer any sense of comfort he could. He knew they weren't close, but losing a parent was hard on anyone, let alone seeing them shot dead on your front porch. Derek scanned the area to look for a potential suspect, but the area was clear. He stepped off the porch to give Emily some privacy as he pulled out his cell phone.

"Hotch," he said, "this case just got more serious. Emily's mother has been shot just outside of her apartment."

"I'm on my way."