Lights, Camera, Action!

A/N: Thank you everyone for all the subscription and review alerts! I'm happy that you want me to continue this story. Just few little things you need to know before reading this chapter. First, I haven't specified if this story was going to be a romance pairing or a friendship pairing. To answer this question, I'm going to write a friendship, though there is only two chapters written therefore a romance might also be possible.

Next thing, the story is mostly from Emily's POV. The only part so far that is not from hers is the last part of the first chapter. And if there is a different one, I'll warn you at the beginning of the chapter.

The story can get a little confusing because there will be a lot of back and forth from past to present. All the part when they are in Folkston to solve the case, as you probably noticed it, is in the past. For everything else, it is sort of in the present (I can't be clearer about that, sorry!)

Chapter rated T (Just for safety!) All mistakes are my own!

Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds!

Happy reading!

*Present day* "Things that we see aren't always what we're looking for. Sometimes we need to dig deeper to get to the truth. If only we had known it earlier, if only things had turned out differently...''

(Folkston, Baptist Church. First scene - Day 1 of case, early afternoon)

Supervisory Special Agent Emily Prentiss stood on the concrete ground in front of the Baptist Church. She as usual wore her convenient black boots, a classy black pants and a black blouse. As the sun was beating down on her, she was cursing in her head regretting her choice of color. She however forgot how unpleasant the heat was when a couple walked behind her snapping her out of her thought. Her focus returned on her work and on the Supervisory Special Agent Derek Morgan. The black skinned profiler, also wearing black clothes, held the police report for victimology in his hand and observed the spot in front of him. Through his sunglasses, Prentiss fancied to see a subtle eyebrow raise from her partner. "Found something?" She asked and reached him to see which photo of the scene Morgan was holding. She tilted her head a little over her teammate's shoulder and took a look at the picture. The body of an elderly homeless woman was lied down on the very spot that Morgan was looking at. A part of her internal organs spewed out of her body. An important pool of blood under her body indicated to Prentiss that the victim was killed at this very spot and that her body hadn't been moved. Everything about this crime suggested a random act. The victim, the location and the way to kill seemed to have been chose randomly.

Morgan finally rose his eyes from the ground and turned his head toward his partner. Hands on his hips and brow creased in thought, Morgan blew a long sigh. "This killing was completely messy. The suspect has had to get dirty while murdering the victim. He definitely left the scene covered in blood. Maybe there hadn't been any witness here but someone would have definitely noticed a man wearing clothes all covered in blood if he was walking." He stopped as Prentiss deduced the rest of his theory.

"Considering the fact that the three killings are all opposed from each other, even thought it's a small town, the suspect probably has his own vehicle. That's why nobody noticed him and I wouldn't be surprised if he had spare clothes in his vehicle." She concluded as she turned her head from right to left to scan the area. Her gaze stopped on the northeast corner of the Church where she saw the hood of a gray metallic Altima as the rest of the car was hidden behind a wall of bricks. She walked over the vehicle and looked where Morgan was standing. "I think that's where he parked his car." She said with a louder voice, since Morgan was too far from her to speak on a normal tone. The dark skinned agent reached his co-worker. "You can't see the driver from there but from here, we have a complete view of the front of the Church." She added while Morgan checked her theory and went next to the driver's car's door.

"Makes sense." He said after few seconds. "Do you think he waited in his car until the victim shows up?"

"That would means that he's patient and thus organized despite all the mess he's done." She replied. "What I'm wondering is, if he calculated each of his moves or if it was all random.

"He can be a disorganized killer with a good technic to kill." Morgan said. "There's a lot of rage through this killing. It almost look... Personal for the suspect." He turned his head toward Prentiss and frowned. "Do you think the victim might have known our suspect?"

The brunette ducked her head in sign of disapproval. "I don't think so." She replied and shared her own hypothesis. "Despite the fact that he's patient to find the right victim, it looks like the killing had been committed in a rush." She pointed the crime picture. "The marks on the stomach are irregular, probably an amateur." She deduced.

"If we take into account that the three killings have been committed by the same person, this is a hell of an escalation. Improving his technic, murder after murder." He noted while he read through the police report. "He used a knife for the first and the third murder and a gun for the second..." He paused to read on the paper. "There's something I just can't figure out." He added and shared a look with Prentiss.

...

As they'd learned everything they needed to, the profilers headed back to the black Tahoe SUV. Morgan took the wheel and Prentiss climbed into the passenger's seat. While he started the engine, she began to consult the report of the second killing. As Morgan gave her a sideway look, he noticed that the brunette was frowning. "What?" He asked as his eyes were back on the road.

"The killer had had to face the first victim but the second victim, Duncan Miller had had a shot gun point blank at the back of his head..."

"Go on" He added interested in his colleague's words.

"Well, the victim didn't see his molester. At least not when he was shot." She took one of the crime scene photo underneath the paper she was reading at. "The victim is pretty broad. I don't think he would have given his life up without fighting."

"You think the UnSub has killed in a rush like in the first?" Morgan asked as his eyes were glued on the road.

"That and that our UnSub is a coward and likely not physically strong. Duncan Miller has no sign of struggle." She said now glancing over the legist report. "The UnSub used a gun because he knew he would have never succeed to kill his victim without one. Duncan Miller never saw the shot come."

Only twenty minutes away from the first scene, Agent Morgan and Agent Prentiss climbed out of the black Tahoe and made their way to a one-story, flat-roofed brick building. Except the police and the CSA team, no one had came here since they had found the body. This was a plus for the profilers because they would see the place exactly as it was when Duncan Miller got shot. Morgan pulled out a key that the detective in charge of the investigation had given him when they were in front of the Folkston PD before he and Prentiss head to the first scene. He cut the yellow crime scene tape stuck on the door and unlocked it. As he swung open the door, he let Prentiss in first then followed her.

A long hallway separated four rooms, three were funeral halls and the last one at the other end was Duncan Miller's office. The agents walked over the office where the killer had committed his murder. They both stepped into the office and took few minutes to scan the room. The walls were painted white and nothing decorated them. Actually, nothing except a plastic plant in one corner of the office decorated the place. A large window took up almost the entire wall opposed to the door. On the two other walls were some shelves but nothing on it. In the complete centre of the room was the victim's desk. Over ten different pictures of his family were set onto it. Prentiss creased her brow in thought as she took one of the photo. "I don't think this man liked his job." She said without looking up at Morgan.

The male profiler reached his teammate within few steps and glanced over her shoulder. He raised one eyebrow as he looked at the other photos on the desktop. "You're right! This office is cold and the only stuff that bring more warmth are these photos." Morgan went over one of the shelves and noticed some forms into the dust. "No one came here since the murder?" He asked suddenly feeling that something was off.

"Except people investigating on the case, no." Prentiss answered as she put the photo back onto the desk and walked over Morgan. "Someone has removed some stuff in here." She said sharing an inquiring look with the dark skinned agent. "Do you think someone came back after?"

"You mean before the body was found or after the investigators came?"

Prentiss looked into Morgan's eyes and read into him knowing exactly what he was thinking. She opened the manila folder she was holding and consulted it before looking back at her partner. "Harry Davenport." She said. "He was supposed to meet the victim the day he found Duncan Miller's body."

"Does it say anything else?" He crossed his arms and tilted is head a little.

"Harry Davenport had proposed him to redeem his funeral home but Duncan had turn the offer down. Harry came back the day he'd found his body to make another deal to Duncan."

"Shame that there isn't any camera in here. Though, if Davenport was our guy what kind of relation he would have had with the other victims?" Morgan blew a sigh thinking they were back at square one.

"That leaves us with the theory I told earlier. It's a random act. Besides, Harry Davenport is off the hook according to the Folkston PD."

"So we have a little idea to what kind of killer we're dealing with. We should go back to the others by now and hope that what we have found fits with the man Hotch and Rossi are interviewing." Prentiss nodded to her partner and they both headed out of the second crime scene.

Morgan closed the front door and locked it then joined back Prentiss who was already climbing into the black SUV. The ride back to the Police station took only ten minutes since every thing in this town was near from everything. Morgan parked the vehicle alongside two other black Tahoe SUV and got out. As both profilers made their way in to the Folkston PD center, an officer greeted them asking if he could help them. Morgan didn't need to add anything else after he had indicated to the young male officer that he was a FBI agent. The young man led them to a room where they could watch Hotch and Rossi questioning the suspect. As soon as they stepped into the room and looked through the one-way glass, Prentiss's mouth dropped open and Morgan's eyes widened as they saw who Hotch and Rossi were interviewing.

(Emily's place)

"I've got the chance to talk with Derek today." JJ said as her eyes wandered to Emily to the floor. "He looked so..." The blonde stopped to think about the choice of her word. "Devastated."

Emily could hear her voice broke. She knew how Morgan was feeling lately. They had solved this case few days ago and since then Derek had came over her place everyday to know how she was recovering. She liked all the attention and care he was giving her. What she didn't like was his pity look on his face when he was talking about what happened between them during this case. Just thinking that he was still blaming himself broke Emily's heart. After all, it only happened because Emily went too far with him. Even though Derek didn't make it easier since he continued. She's however been snapped out of her thoughts when she noticed JJ coming closer to her. Emily stared deep into the blonde's eyes as they both remained silent for few minutes. She gave her a sad look when she noticed JJ's eyes filling up with tears. "Hey JJ, what's the matter?" Emily asked with a soft and sad voice.

"You have no idea how scared I am Emily." She started still trying to hold her tears back.

Emily's eyes widened then narrowed in concern. "What why?"

She looked down as she felt her hand being take by the blonde' ones. She straightened her head staring deeply into JJ's eyes again. The blonde brought Emily's hand near her face as hers were squeezing it. "You're scaring the crap out of me Emily Prentiss!" She suddenly blurted out trying to sound angry but her voice seemed to choke in her throat.

Emily frowned in confusion and put her other hand on hers. "What are you talking about? JJ I'll be fine. As soon as I get the OK from the doctor, I'll go back to work with you guys. But seriously you don't have to worry for me, I'm okay." She said trying to reassure her friend but it didn't seem to work very well.

"I'm so afraid that you leave us." She said and now she couldn't manage to hold her tears whereas few started to trickle down on her cheeks.

"Huh, what? Why would I leave?" She shot a dumbfounded look at the blonde. "Okay now you have to stop that! I am not going anywhere. Do you hear me?" She neared herself from JJ's face and looked into her blue eyes. "I am not going to leave you." Her voice was low almost like a whisper.

JJ released Emily's hand from her grip and slowly stood up without keeping her eyes off of the brunette. "I swear to god Emily, if you dare leaving me..." She stopped mid sentence as she leaned and gave Emily a kiss on her forehead. They both remained still for over a minute before JJ eventually removed her lips from the brunette's head.

Just when she turned her heels and was about to leave, Emily take hold of her hand causing the blonde to turn around. "I won't, I promise." She said swinging their hands back and forth and giving the blonde a warm smile before she left Emily's place.

*Present day* "What doesn't kill us makes us stronger, right? I wish it had worked that way..."

SO, did this chapter confuse you? First that weird part with Morgan then with JJ... (I've noticed that I've never really written some tender Jemily moment in my stories.) Was it good or bad?

I want your opinion! With who do you think Emily should be paired up for the next chapter?

With this, I'll let you press the review button! :)

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