Here's to posting at 2:30 in the morning because I can't sleep and have nothing better to do... Enjoy!

Aaron couldn't make out what she was saying on the phone, but he was already half dressed and in his car by the time she hung up. He sped down the street toward Emily's, but before he reached her house he saw lights, the red and blue lights of the woods. There were only two police cars but the lights seemed to echo for miles. He parked down the road, behind the squads, and ran.

The front door was unlocked so he let himself in. Nobody was by the door but he could hear voices down the hall.

"How many times do I have to tell you, I didn't see him," Hotch could hear Emily shout.

He followed the voices to the living room, just glad to know that Emily was okay. When he stepped into the entrance of dining room he saw Emily along with two police officers.

"Are you alright, Emily?" He asked.

Emily turned in her seat, and when she saw him jumped up. "Oh thank god you're here." She wrapped her arms around him and rested her face on his shoulder. Aaron returned the hug, still unsure of what was going on.

It wasn't until Emily stepped away from him that he saw her hands. They were smudged red, just like JJ's had been that night.

"Emily?" He looked at her.

She bit her lip and wiped her cheeks where there had clearly been tears earlier. "He was in my house," she whispered.

"What? Who?"

"Him." Her face set and her eyes narrowed, "that son of a bitch was in my house!"

"The...?"

"The killer, Aaron, he was in my house!"

"I'm so sorry Emily, what happened?"

She didn't respond, but instead brushed her hair away from her face and looked down. Aaron then heard talking behind him and turned. Ambassador Prentiss was walking down the hall with the FBI Agent who had spoken with them that morning.

"I want to know how he got past this state of the art security system," she demanded.

"Ambassador, we are doing everything we can to catch this man. As you may have seen on the news, we think this may be connected with some prior killings."

"Well I have a house to protect and a job that needs my focus. What are you going to do to ensure this man does not bother me again?" Her lips were pursed, she looked older than Aaron remembered.

"We will post a unit outside of your house," Rossi tried.

She scoffed, "I guess I'll just have to deal with this on my own." As she walked out of the room and into the kitchen Aaron noticed marks of red still on her face.

Aaron waited in the front room until the officers had finished talking to Emily. She walked into the room, her face pale and her eyes dry. She sat down on one of the chairs and stared ahead.

After twenty minutes passed without her speaking, Aaron said, "do you want to talk about it?"

Emily sighed, "I thought she was dead. I saw those x's on her eyes... just like the woman in the woods... I thought she was dead."

Aaron didn't say anything, just waited to see if she would continue.

"And I was scared, terrified. And then I was sad, I mean, I thought my mother was dead. But then she woke up and I realized that nothing had ever changed," Emily moved her gaze to the carpet, "all she cared about was how this would affect her work." Emily shook her head, "god, he was in my house. Right down the hall from my room."

Aaron didn't know what to say. He didn't know what he would do if anyone tried to hurt Sean.

"Aaron," Emily said to him, looking up, "if this guy can get into my house, he can get any of us."

Aaron then began to think about the four others, "what should we do?"

"Call them, let them know what happened. They can come here if they want, I'll smooth it over with Mother, but we'll have an army guarding this place soon enough."

It was Monday night, well Tuesday morning to be more accurate. The officers and Agent Rossi were still in the house. They were checking for any evidence of who might have broken in. All Aaron could do was stare at Emily. The man could have killed her, he could have killed her mom, so why didn't he? And why was he doing this to them?

Aaron pulled out his cell phone and was about to dial the numbers when Emily spoke again.

"We've gotta find him, Aaron. We have to."

"I know," Aaron whispered, "we will, I promise."

But he didn't believe the words as they left his mouth. How were they, six high school students, supposed to find a serial killer that the FBI hadn't been able to track? What sort of abilities did they have?

What could they do?