"Is it a bad case? Is that why you wanted Jack and I at your house last night?" Loren asked Aaron over coffee the next morning. She was making pancakes for them while Aaron went over some papers he had. He didn't answer right away, glancing at his watch. He was pushing his time limit but he didn't want to leave just yet. He could tell Loren was still shaken up from last night.

"It is." Aaron saw her tense a bit, but she kept flipping pancakes and piling them on a plate. "I don't want you to be worried, but you need to know the details."

"Aaron, you know you scare me sometimes. You are so serious and stoic that it makes me even more nervous." Loren admitted and gave him wry smile but saw him frown even deeper. "Just… Just smile, really quick." He flashed a quick one that was obviously tight and fake. "A real one, Aaron Hotchner. Think about Jack and how he always pretends to be you. How he always tries his best when he plays soccer." That got his attention and soon a small smile spread on his face and Loren smiled. "You need to smile more."

"Your pancakes are burning." She shrieked and turned around, quickly moving the circles onto the plate.

"You ass, they aren't burning!" Loren turned around to see him silently laughing. Soon she followed suit and put the plate on the table. The two of them grabbed their respective amounts and ate for a few moments before he cleared his throat. "Back to business. What has you so concerned about Jack and I?"

"This case has some similarities to your life." He shut his eyes for a moment. "All of the victims are at least teachers or in the educational field. Each one is around thirty with the same physical features as you have. All single and alone most of the time." Her throat tightened at what he described and realized that's why he wanted her at his house. She was safer there than at her own. "The unsub is smart, he knows what he's doing." She was quiet and he looked up to see her staring at the table with a frown.

"I…" She paused to look up at the agent with a sigh. "Can I stay here.. Just until you catch the suspect? Or you search my house?"

"You are always welcome here, Loren, you know that." Aaron looked at his watch and gathered his papers. "I have to go into the office. We have a lot of work to do."

"Alright, I'll just spend the day here with Jack. I might go to the store real quick."

"Just call if you need anything." His briefcase was gathered and he was out the door, leaving Loren even more scared than before.

Three days she was gone from her home.

And while she stayed at Aaron Hotchner's house, he made it his duty to get rid of all of his cameras for safety. He knew Loren White was not stupid, nor was she oblivious. She would have Aaron search her home and make sure there wasn't anything out of order. So he knew that taking his camera's down for a few days would be beneficial if he wanted to keep watching the lovely lady. Fuck SSA Hotchner, he thought, a prick he was. Always taking Loren away, making her slave away in his home by cooking and watching his kid. It was his fucking fault his wife Haley Hotchner died, all because of his deadly job.

Oh yes, he did some research on Loren's friend. What horrible company she was in.

As he paced around her home, he moved to her room and smirked down at her bed. Oh the many times he had seen her pleasure herself on these very sheets. What a delight it was to be in her very private room. Leaning down, a quick whiff of her bed gave him shivers. Loren White smelled of vanilla and lilacs, what a wonderful smell that was. Before leaving her room, he stopped by her hamper and plucked out a pair of panties he had seen her put in there a day ago. Stuffing them in his pocket, he grinned and slipped out the backdoor, making sure it was locked.

* Sorry about the long wait. This is a short chapter but the next one will be longer! Enjoy *