A/N: Sorry I didn't update yesterday, I couldn't get online. Please review to let me know if I should keep going. Thanks! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Criminal Minds is CBS's, not mine.

Warning: None.

Word Count: 727

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Hotch sighed as he knocked on the door of a brown house. He'd been doing this job for a long time, and this part never got any easier.

"Mrs. Klark?" he asked as a blonde woman answered the door. A little boy, about three, stood beside her, clutching her legs. It was clear the woman had been crying recently. Hotch and Rossi pulled out their credentials.

"I'm Agent Rossi, this is Agent Hotchner from the FBI. We'd like to ask you some questions." The woman nodded and let them in the door. She pointed to a blue sofa in the living room, and then sat down on a chair beside it, pulling the boy on her lap.

"Please, have a seat." The two agents sat down, and Rossi took out a notepad from his jacket pocket.

"We realize this is very hard for you and your children Mrs. Klark…"

"Cambridge please."

"Cambridge, but we need to know exactly what happened the night of your husband's death." There was a long pause, and then she began, looking down solemnly as she spoke.

"It was about six o'clock, the time we always have dinner. I was bringing over the last dishes to the table and Stephen was getting Connor and Jillian in their seats. I had just sat down when I heard the door closing. I could tell Stephen was about to get up, to see what it was, but he didn't have time to get up." Her words were interrupted by a short sob, and she pulled the little boy closer to her.

"Take your time. What happened after that?" Cambridge took a second to catch her breath before she started again.

"That man, he came into the kitchen with a gun. He pointed it at Stephen, and just shot him! He didn't ask for anything or say a word. Then he walked out the back door before I realized what had just happened. I called an ambulance…and you know the rest." Her voice softened to a whisper as she shook her head. "The doctors said he died instantly, he didn't even have a chance."

"What did the man look like?"

"I never saw his face, I wasn't towards him, and by the time I turned around, he was walking away. But he had black hair, and it was started to grey a little, I think he was about 40-years-old." Hotch shot Rossi a look that said, just like the victims.

Morgan and Prentiss pulled up to the house and got out of the SUV. The lot was empty since CSU had finished processing the day before, but yellow crime scene tape still remained.

"Hotch said the family is staying with Stephen Klark's sister, so we'll be the only ones here." Prentiss nodded, and led the way to the kitchen.

"According to Mrs. Klark, the two children were sitting here." She pointed to two chairs on the left side of the table. "And Mrs. Klark was sitting there." She gestured to a chair at the head of the table. Morgan sat down on the last chair, on the other side.

"Mr. Klark was sitting here, facing the UnSub. Prentiss walked back to the front door.

"So, if I'm the UnSub, I come though the front door, into the kitchen, looking at Mr. Klark." She made a gun shape out of her and pointed it at Morgan, who was still sitting down. "I shoot you in the head, and before Mrs. Klark can collect her bearings, I've already turned around and am walking out the back door."

"You take the gun with you, leaving no forensics, and three witnesses. Two of which are too small to help, and one that only saw the back of your head." Morgan sighed, "It's the perfect crime."

"Morgan?" Prentiss looked up at him alarmed.

"Yeah? What's up?"

"You were on the bomb squad right?" She pointed to a beeping device stuck underneath the tabletop. Morgan's eyes grew wide.

"RUN!"

The bomb went off, leaving a man watching from across the street smiling.