A/N: Hello all! Thanks to everyone who is favouriting/following the story. Also thanks to TheMysteriousGeek2345 and tessanoelle97. Tessa, as to your query about Amelia's fear of planes and heights, it is a clue to the trauma that Amelia has experienced in the past which has been mentioned in previous chapters. More clues will be revealed as the story progresses, but I welcome your guesses as to what the trauma might be. Now on with the story! Just so you know, this case is simply made up by me, I don't know if it is in any way accurate, though the unsub kills like Jack the Ripper, if you want to know more I suggest you Google it.

June 2011, Chicago, Illinois, USA

SpencerPOV

I walked into the morgue with Amelia, smelling the familiar smell of death and formaldehyde, which seemed to linger around us, clinging to us as we walked. I watched her walk ahead of me, humming a tune as her curls bounced around her shoulders and back.

I smiled as I watched her; she made me happy, just her enthusiastic spirit, her kind nature, her pretty smile. Everything about her made me feel like the world wasn't so dark, even after all she had been through, it was amazing that she could be so smiley and happy.

We walked into the morgue, donning gloves, the coroner was there and there were two bodies on the slabs in front of us, covered by sheets.

"Did you find any fibres or DNA on the bodies that could've belonged to the UNSUB?" Amelia asked, slipping on her glasses before her gloves; she looked cute in those glasses, very professional.

"No, absolutely none, we found male DNA inside her, but that was most likely due to her clients-" the coroner started.

"It might be the UNSUBs, you said in your report that she was raped just prior to her death, I suggest you take samples. " She interrupted sharply, pulling back the sheet on the first victim.

I paled slightly at the sight of her mutilated body, "Have you managed to ID them?" I asked the coroner.

"Not yet, we're running faces, prints and DNA through the database, but there's nothing right now." The coroner said, handing me the Autopsy reports.

I looked over to Amelia; she looked pensive and deep in thought. She moved over to the other body, removing the cover. "Spence, come here, I think I might've seen something." She said, waving me over. I put the files down on the table nearby and followed her towards the second body.

"Look at this, nearly everything on the bodies is consistent with the Rippers Signature; the throat slashing, disembowelment, the mutilation; there are only two things that are different; the rape, and these stabbing patterns on the lower abdomen. These are new, and unique to the UNSUB. I think we found the signature." She said, looking proud of herself.

I nodded in agreement, "I think you have. Well done. We better head back to the other's, tell them what we have found."

We left the Coroner's office and Amelia began to drive back to the Police Station. "I think the killer started as a rapist, and when that stopped appealing to him, he moved to murder. Prostitutes are an easier victim to subdue as they are willing to go to dark alleys and odd places with strangers." I said, as she fiddled with the radio, tuning it to a modern music station and turning it down low.

"I'd agree with you there Spence, I wonder why they chose Jack the Ripper though, I know that he is one of history's most prolific serial killers, but there is a lot of easier killers to copy. He certainly picked one that would send people into a panic." She said as she tapped her hands on the steering wheel to the music.

We pulled up at the Police Station, heading inside. Garcia, Morgan, Hotch and Rossi were already there. "What did you and Amelia find at the morgue?" Hotch asked, looking up from the file that he was reading.

"Amelia found the signature." I said, "Well, at least part of it." I added, happy for her.

She blushed, but looked proud of herself regardless, she retrieved some photos from the files. "Almost everything about the kill is like the Ripper's: the drunken prostitutes, the throat slashing, the disembowelment and mutilation. But, there are two things that are unique to this UNSUB: the rape, and this stabbing pattern on the lower abdomen. Unfortunately, the only way that we'll be able to confirm this is if they kill again. If he follows the Ripper's pattern, his cooling off period won't be long, a few days at the most." She said, looking at the map, though she turned away quickly; maps obviously weren't her strong point.

"We also think that the killer started as a rapist and then worked his way up. Garcia look for males with a basic knowledge of anatomy who have been convicted of rape in Chicago in the past 20 years; they aren't new to this game." I added, moving to begin looking through the maps on the boards and tables.

We continued like this until it was nearly 11pm, Amelia yawned and touched my arm, jerking me as I felt a spark between us, I shook it off; it must be static electricity or something.

"Spence, it's late, can we head to the hotel?" she asked

I nodded, yawning myself, "sure, let's go" I said, as we began to gather our stuff and left the Police Station.

The hotel was only a 10 minute drive away from the Police Station. We checked in and walked tiredly to our room. The room was small, with two single beds. "I feel like a child again," she joked, climbing onto the bed furthest away from the door.

She grabbed her go bag and slipped into the adjoining bathroom to get ready to sleep. I set my own bag on the bed, pulling out my plaid pyjama bottoms and plain t-shirt. She emerged in a t-shirt and shorts, climbing into her bed. "I have a bad feeling," she admitted, "that there will be a fresh body tomorrow." She said quietly.

I nodded "I feel the same, but there's nothing we can do. Hotch was saying that tomorrow night we are going to the red light district to see if the prostitutes have noticed anything." I said, emerging in my own pyjamas.

She yawned "night Spence" she said, closing her eyes and falling asleep quickly.

I watched her for a moment, she looked so peaceful, "night, Amelia" I whispered, turning out the lamp and falling asleep, the last thing I saw being her beautiful face.

A/N: So, what did you think? Remember to read/review/follow/favourite! Tell me what you want to see and if you want to guess what Amelia's past trauma is. Also, do you want me to write about every single case they take, or timeskip a couple of weeks for each new case so the story moves along quicker, tell me your thoughts!