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The body of Jacob Palmer had just been lifted out of the water and all Reid could do was stare. He could only stare because the kid that had just been murdered didn't deserve to die, none of them did. But they had been and now there was no going back.

"Reid?" Emily nudged him softly, "Come on." They walked together to where the boy laid and Prentiss cast a sorrowful glance his way. That's when he noticed it, there was something different in her eyes, something that made her look like a different person. He didn't ask if anything had happened to her but the way she was looking at him said that she also noticed something different about him but she also wasn't going to make note of it.

"What are we missing?" Morgan exclaimed, "What are we doing wrong?"

"Were not." Rossi answered, "The unsub killed this kid differently, he changed his M.O., he's gotten sloppy. We scared him, he knows we're here."

"David's right." Hotch said straightening up, "We need to focus on something, something that we might have not thought of before."

"He's doing this because he's angry." Emily said. "It's not that he likes the thrill or it gives him pleasure, it's because he's upset."

"Why?" One of the Detective Samuel asked, "How do you know?"

"I don't think it's only because he's angry." Reid said, "I think you are right though Emily. That may be part of it but it's not the main reason."

"What makes you think that?" Morgan asked. "Another hunch."

"I guess you could say that but if he killed him only because he was angry he wouldn't have gone to all the trouble of dumping the body in a swimming pool, he's trying to get his point across."

"And what is his point?" Detective Samuel asked. They all looked at each other and asked each other the unspoken question. Finally Reid shrugged and met the eyes of the confused detective.

"I'm not sure."

Hotch frowned but nodded for the rest of the team to follow him, he gave his orders, never meeting Emily's eyes, and they went off to do their jobs but Reid was wracking his brain trying to understand what it all meant, trying to figure out how all of the clues fit together.

But he didn't know why it was bugging him so badly, and that just disturbed him even more.

"Rachel?" Kurt's voice rang out throughout the house and flowed up the stairs. "Honey? Are you home?" He climbed up the stairs carefully, a small amount of fear building up inside of him. He opened Rachel's bedroom door only to be greeted by a messy bed and thousands of used tissues. "Ew." Kurt's face twisted up in disgust and he went to Rachel's bathroom, he knocked twice.

"Rach?" Kurt called out.

"What?" Rachel called back, her voice tired.

"Are you in the bathroom?"

"Duh."

Kurt rolled his eyes, "I mean, are you decent?"

"Kind of." She opened the door and stuck her head out, "What's wrong?" She asked defensively.

"Rachel?" Kurt opened the door widely, "What do you mean what's wrong? I've called your phone five times."

"I didn't hear it." Rachel slowly walked over to her bed, but she didn't sit down, her eyes were passive ad she chewed on her bottom lip, "Can I ask you a question?"

Kurt looked at Rachel quizzically, her demeanor had changed so suddenly it startled him, "Yes, anything."

"Have you-" Rachel sighed, "I mean did you ever-" She couldn't compose her thoughts, she shook her head and huffed impatiently, "I just wanted to ask if you've ever felt helpless before, and I mean really, really, helpless?"

Kurt looked at Rachel suspiciously, "Rachel, really, what is going on with you?"

"I don't know Kurt!" Rachel sighed, her eyes drooped tiredly, "If I knew I wouldn't be here pulling my hair out in frustration and asking you to help me."

"Maybe it's just nerves, collage is starting up and you just sent out all of your applications," Kurt suggested as Rachel shook her head, "Are you still in love with Finn?"

Rachel turned and sent an icy glare his way, "Wow!" Kurt laughed nervously, "I don't know where that came from."

"Me neither," Rachel mumbled, but Kurt didn't stop staring at her, he wanted an answer, "No Kurt, I'm not still in love with Finn."

Kurt beamed up and her, "Good, I just thought the reason you were acting so weird was because you still liked him or something."

Rachel laughed and reached over to him, "Kurt, I am far from in love with Finn."

Kurt's eyes suddenly filled with a look of acute thoughtfulness, "So who are you in love with?" Rachel shrank back, the smile on her face fading slowly, "I've seen that look before Rachel, that twinkle in your eyes. Something is up. So what is it? Or, let me rephrase that, who is it?"

Rachel didn't answer, how could she answer. If she told him what was on her mind all he would do is shake his head and tell her what she is doing, thinking, is wrong. But was love, any kind of love, really wrong. It was legal, it felt right and he made her feel whole. Like she was one with the earth, the sun and the stars. So why couldn't she tell Kurt she was in love with a man who was almost ten years her senior?

Rachel shook her head and plastered a fake smile on her face, "I don't know what your talking about."

Kurt pursed his lips together and nodded, "Right." He stood up and wrapped his scarf around his neck, "I have to go, Blaine and I have plans for today." He made his way towards the door, and Rachel stayed glued to her seat, " I'll see you soon Rach, and whoever it is, please don't get yourself hurt."

Rachel watched him go, his soft footsteps could be heard and Rachel felt a wave of relief crash onto her. Somehow he knew, and Rachel had to make sure no one could notice.

She needed to relax, but singing wouldn't help, her elliptical was broken and if she had to watch another sad love story she might puke. And the next best thing for a girl like Rachel would be to go out and run till she sees stars. With one last look towards the door Kurt just walked out of, Rachel stood up and got ready.

She ran down the sidewalk, her heart pounding, her breathing erratic and the muscles in her legs were tired and sore. She didn't know how she could keep running at this point she didn't know what kept her going. Maybe it was the images of Reid that kept popping into her mind, floating around like bubbles and each time one image disappeared a new one appeared. It was like he was following her and she had the urge to flee.

And even though her heart pleaded with her to stay, she couldn't. She'd learned long ago that if she followed her heart it would only lead her to trouble. And Rachel knew that a woman of her allure was certain to attract the attention of men, so she made it very clear, and she means very clear, that the best for her to have is a simple and secure life, for now of course.

But there was something about the agent that she could shake off, he was irresistible in his own way. But he couldn't feel the same way about her, he probably had woman throwing themselves at his feet all the time, what would she have to offer.

Lost in her own world she hadn't noticed anything her own feet and she ended up stumbling over them, with a sharp shriek, she threw her hands out in from of her and her knee scratched the floor.

"Crap." She muttered as tears formed in her eyes, she wiped the dirt of her hands and inspected her wound carefully, but she froze when she heard footsteps approach from behind her, she turned slowly and was greeted by a large hand extended out towards her warmly.

She looked up at the man who smiled down at her gently, she took the hand and returned the smile.

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