Two black SUV's with sirens on drove fast trough Yongsville, Pennsylvania. "Reid?" an agent yelled into his phone. "I'm in pursuit of the suspect!" Reid answered. "Reid! Be careful, he is dangerous and if he thinks we are too close he might kill Olivia and Alison!" The agent said worried. "Right. He turned down at hills Dr!"

TREE WEEKS EARLIER

"But if he was a diabetic..." Two guys were standing beside a desk. "He would still be dead!" One of the guys said frustrated. The doors gets opened and agent Hotchner and a thin, attractive young woman with brown hair walked into the room. "This is Olivia Flack from New York. She is the new member of the team." He said with a little smile, which was quite unusual for him.

"I'm Derek Morgan and this is Dr. Spencer Reid, David Rossi and Penelope Garcia." Said the most handsome of them. Olivia smiled and gave them an awkward wave. "Nice to meet you." Garcia said and walked up to her and smiled. "You too, Garcia." She replied. "I better get back.." Penelope went back to her office/technic room.

"Morgan, if he was a diabetic he could have survived if he had his insulin or else Dr. Reid is right, he would have died." Olivia said, with a smile. Morgan looked surprised and flashed a 'I told you so' smile at Reid. Someone yelled and it caught the attention of them all, "Hotch! We have another victim.." They all jogged up the stairs and into a room with a round table with six chairs. "Hey I'm Jennifer Jareau, but just call me JJ." The woman who yelled at Hotchner said. "I'm Olivia Flack," she said smiling. JJ gave everyone a case map. "The sheriff called and we have a serial killer in Pennsylvania. Four woman was abducted and then six days later they turned up at parks. They where raped and stabbed." She informed them. "When the police arrived at the last to crime scenes, the suspect left a letter." Rossi took the letter and read out loud.

"I love her so much it hurts. I love her so much it almost blinds me to everything else. Time loses meaning when we're together; minutes become hours, hours blur into days. I can feel the moments slip past in unconnected fragments as I sit there wrapped up in the glow of her beauty. She has long, flowing blonde hair that twists and shimmers as the sunlight caresses it. I like to watch the play of color as the light shifts; it reminds me of a wheat field in summer.

She lets me brush her hair, gently working out the tangles one stroke at a time. It relaxes me, and I can feel a dreamy lassitude wash over me. We spend so much time together, as much as I can spare. I would devote every waking hour, every moment to her if I could. Each second with her, basking in her company is like being a whisper away from the divine. I worship her as another would worship a deity and I am happy to kneel in her presence.

We've known each other a long time, almost five years. That seems like a lifetime when I look back on it. I remember the first time I ever set eyes on her, standing in the rain by the bus stop, looking so out of place. She was tall and elegant and finely dressed, a total contrast to the drab, rain washed sidewalk. She seemed to glow from within and when she caught my eye she smiled and the world almost ignited from her warmth."

"Of course back then she barely even noticed me and after all, why would she? I was nobody, a nothing." Olivia said. "How did you know?" Rossi asked. The others looked at her in surprise. "It's a book, she explained. "Dead Girls Don't Dance" She answered.

Aaron Hotchner looked at his watch and said:"sounds like we are going to Pennsylvania. Wheels up in 30." And with that said, he turned around and walked out like it was just another day at the office. "Wheels up?" Olivia looked confused at detective Morgan. "We have a private jet." Morgan simply explained and smirked at her. "Really?" She said surprised. Olivia smiled and walked with them out the door.

"Robert Oxton Bolt once wrote "A belief is not merely an idea for the mind possesses; it is an idea that possesses the mind."