Author's Note: Just wanted to say a quick thank you to everyone who has reviewed or added my to their favorites and alerts. You guys are my lifeline! Okay, one more quick thing: as a big fan of Harry Potter, I also tend to read a lot of fic's from that catergory and I have discovered a gem! It's called 'My Immortal' and it has been voted the worst fanfic on this entire site! Its really funny, so you guys should check it out if you want a laugh. It's in my favorites...well, the special edition is, at least. Just read it. It's worth it.

I'm a little nervous about this feeling
But I leave it, no holding back,

Only believing I'm not sure how you feel or what you want to do
But I can say straight from my heart, all I want is you

-Ashton Shepherd

"Aughh!" Garcia threw her hands in the air and gave a little shriek.

"What! What is it?" Prentiss looked around like maybe an Unsub had burst through the door of the breakroom with an Uzi.

"I love this song!" Garcia reached over and turned up the radio. She had tuned it to 99.5 when she came in, and their special noontime feature, the Back-In-The-Day-Café, was playing 'How Do You Talk to an Angel'.

"Emily rolled her eyes and sat back in her seat. "You scared the crap out of me!" She told Garcia, who just grinned.

"God, this song brings back memories." JJ said, bopping her head in time to the music.

"Tell me about it." Jaime said.

The four women had surprisingly landed the same lunch break today, so Garcia had run out and got them all Chinese food. They were the only ones in the breakroom, so it was becoming increasingly goofy in there.

Jaime bit into one of her crab ragoons, as Garcia started sing along to the song. JJ grinned and joined in with her. Jaime and Prentiss exchanged pained looks, but soon they were singing along too. In fact, when Hotch poked his head into the breakroom to see what all the noise was about, that was the scene he found before him: four grown women singing along to a song that was nearly twenty year old.

"How do you talk to an angel?

How do you hold her close to where you are?

How do you talk to an angel?

It's like trying to catch a falling star."

"All right, ladies," He said good naturedly. "As enjoyable as this little sing-a-long is, I think you need to keep it down."

"Sorry." Emily said, grinning.

"The music was just so contagious." Garcia told him, while JJ and Jaime nodded solemnly beside her. Hotch just shook his head and walked away.

"I'd be careful, if I were you." He told Morgan and Reid, who were on their way to the breakroom for their lunch break. "There's a lot of nineties nostalgia flowing in there."

Morgan grinned. "We'll try not to slip in it." He said, leading Spencer into the room. The girls were still singing quietly along with the radio.

Derek looked at each girl. "Well, I wouldn't give up your day jobs." He told them. Jaime threw a wadded up napkin at him. He dodged it and it bounced off Spencer's forehead.

Jaime clapped her hand over mouth while the others laughed. Spencer knew his face was turning red.

"I'm so sorry, Spencer!" She told him, scooting her chair over to make room for him to sit down. "That piece of trash wasn't intended for you."

Garcia was now bopping her head to an Ace of Base song. "Ohh…don't through trash at my beautiful man." She winked at Morgan. He grinned and shook his head.

"What the hell are you guys making us listen too?" He asked.

"It's The Back-In-The-Day-Café." JJ told him. "They play all these great songs from the eighties and nineties."

"Yeah," Prentiss added. "You just missed Baby Got Back."

Morgan shook his head again. "You girls are nuts." He said. He looked across the table at Reid, who was too busy trying not to stare at Jaime as she laughed at something JJ had said to her.

"Well…" Jaime stood up from the table and stretched. "I think I need a smoke before I go back to work."

"Me too." Emily told her. They quickly cleaned up their mess and headed downstairs to smoke outside.

Ten minutes after they left, JJ and Garcia finished their lunches too. As soon as they were gone, Morgan reached over and snapped the small radio, which was now blaring out an old TLC song, off.

"You weren't listening to that, were you?" He asked Reid, almost as an afterthought.

Spencer shook his head and pulled a book out of his bag. "Nope." He said.

It took Morgan a few seconds to register the title of the book Reid was holding. He was so used to see the kid with his nose stuck in a book, but this was different. There was no mistaking the cupped hands holding the bright red apple on the cover of this particular book.

"Twilight?" Derek asked. "Are you seriously reading Twilight?"

Spencer's face reddened a little, but he stood his ground. "I figured I should finally see what all the fuss was about." He said.

Morgan grinned. "And this sudden interest has nothing to do with the fact that a certain psychologist has a huge 'Team Jacob' button pinned to the front of her bag?"

Spencer felt his face grow even hotter, but he shook his head. "No…I was just curious." He lied.

Derek sighed. "Whatever." He said, biting into his sub sandwich. "I know you like her, though."

He nodded to Jaime, who had come back in from her smoke break and was now bent over Emily's desk. She was wearing a dark brown pencil skirt and it clung tightly to the curve of her rear end. Spencer bit his lip, feeling that familiar stirring in his groin. His gaze traveled down Jaime's butt and over her legs. She wore the sexiest type of stockings, in Spencer's opinion, the kind that had the seam up the back. He wondered momentarily if they were the kind that went all the way up, or the ones that clipped onto a garter. The thoughts of what kind of extremely sexy things that Jaime could be wearing under her clothes danced through his head for a minute.

Morgan snickered and brought Spencer crashing back down from Fantasyland. He looked at Jaime again. The hem of her light pink blouse had ridden up and Derek and Spencer could just make out the top of a tattoo on the small of her back.

"Oho…a tramp stamp." Morgan whistled lowly. "Now that's hot."

"Shut up." Spencer told him, but he secretly agreed. "What do you think it is?"

"I'm gonna go with some kinda butterfly." Derek told him. "If look real close, you make out wings."

Spencer squinted; glad that Jaime's back was turned. He could, barely, make out what could be the top of some wings. "I bet you're right." He said. They didn't get to contemplate on it for very long, because Jaime straightened up and went back to her office.

Once the distraction was gone, he went back to his book. Morgan shook his head and ate some more of his sandwich.

"Isn't that book for teenage girls?" Rossi asked, coming into the room with his lunch.

"He's reading it in the interest of pop culture." Derek explained. Dave raised his eyebrows and proceeded to the microwave to heat up his food.

"So…he's not reading it in the interest of a pretty, young, forensic psychologist?" He asked.

Morgan shrugged. "He claims not."

Spencer looked up from the book. "I'm right here; I can hear you."

Rossi patted his shoulder in mock sympathy. "We know, kid. We know."

In her office, Jaime was getting ready to start on some paperwork. That was what most of her job consisted of, paperwork. She also helped JJ with picking which cases took precedence. The thing she loved about the job, however, was the fact that she didn't have to leave town. Unlike the rest of the team, she was able to do all her work right there at Quantico. In fact, she was just getting ready to start the papers for their newest case and it was a strange one, even by BAU standards. A knock on her door made her look up.

"We're ready." Hotch told her from the doorway. "You can finish the papers later."

"All right." She said.

They walked to the conference room together. Jaime tried not to look too hard at the crime scene photos when she entered; even though she had read the extremely graphic reports, the pictures were a whole other ball of hell. She took her seat next to Derek.

"You all right?" He asked her in concern. "You look a little…green."

She shook her head. "I'm fine." She lied, swallowing hard. She glanced across the table at Spencer. He was also looking at her, but when she caught his eye, he flushed and looked away.

"Okay," JJ said, coming in. "This case comes from Pillarsville, Arkansas. If you look closely at the crime scene photos, you might notice something a little strange."

Jaime didn't have to look at them; she already knew what was strange.

"All the scenes are staged to look like horror films." Spencer said after a few minutes.

"What?" Rossi looked closer.

"Look," Reid indicated. "All three of them are depicting a scene from a horror movie: Psycho" (he pointed to the first photo, where a woman had been stabbed to death in her shower), "Friday the 13th" (he indicated the second photo, a teenage boy with an arrow through his eye), "and Children of the Corn" (this time he pointed at the last photo, a young man, tied to a cross made of corn husks).

"The really strange thing," Jaime spoke up. " Is the factor that made the Pillarsville police truly think that these murders were all the work of one Unsub is the fact that each victim wasn't killed in the way depicted in the photos. They were all smothered in their sleep, then the stage was set after they were dead."

"So…this Unsub isn't doing this to cause pain." Rossi said. "He's making sure the victims go peacefully and quietly, then he does this horrific stuff to them."

"Exactly." JJ said.

Within thirty minutes they were ready to go to the airstrip. "Be careful." Garcia told Derek and Spencer, the last two to head down.

"We always are." Morgan told her, squeezing his hand.

"I guess I'll see you when you get back." Jaime told Spencer. He nodded and looked at his feet.

"Yeah." He said.

"You'll be safe, won't you?" She asked and this time, he did meet her eyes.

"Of course I will." He said, and he fought the urge to brush his hand across her cheek. "And I'll see you soon, okay?"

She smiled and nodded. "Okay."

He hesitated, like there was more he wanted to say, but before he could get it out, Morgan was talking to him.

"Come on, pretty boy, the Unsub isn't gonna catch himself."

She bit her lip as Spencer turned and he and Derek headed to the elevators.

"What was that?" Garcia asked, lightly slapping Jaime's arm.

"What was what?" Jaime's head was still with Spencer.

"You and Reid just had a moment!" She said. This brought Jaime from her reverie.

"We did not!" She protested. "I was just telling him to be careful."

Garcia grinned. "You like him." This was not a question.

"Of course I like him, he's my friend."

"Uh-uh." Garcia shook her head, her pigtails bobbing. "You like like him."

"Oh God." Jaime rolled her eyes. "What are you, in grade school?"

Garcia just laughed. Jaime rolled her eyes and walked away, muttering something about having work to do.

"Denial isn't just a river in Egypt!" Garcia called loudly after her. Two young trainees's stopped and gave her a weird look. "What the hell are you looking at?" She asked, before heading back to her cave.