Lights, Camera, Action!

A/N: New chapter is up! Thank you guys for all the alerts! I can assure you that this is a M/P story but I wanted to involve the others since there is a case to solve. And all the other pairing with Emily are just friendship (probably Morgan too but I haven't decided yet if it will end into a romance).

You can read now! :)

*Present day* "I feel sorry for her but above all I feel sorry for myself for having fell into the trap...''

(Folkston PD, Law Enforcement Center - Day 1 of case, late afternoon)

..."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...

''You have got to be kidding me!'' Morgan let out with a dumbfounded look. He turned to Prentiss who was staring at the suspect, unblinking. ''They can't be serious!'' The dark skinned profiler crossed his arms while Prentiss continued watching the interview and waiting for their supervisor to give them an explanation.

Few minutes later the two older agents got out of the room and reached their colleagues who were now in a conference room, which had been set for them at their arrival at Folkston PD. Emily's brow was creased in thought, trying to consider how the police could have end up with this ''kind of'' suspect. The brunette started to think about that if Reid would be here with them right now, he would come up with some statistics that would go against the conclusion of Folkston detectives. She's however been snapped out of her deep reflexions when she noticed Morgan standing up from his seat. She knew he was as confused as her and she also knew that Morgan did not believe one second in the police's ''theory''. As she turned her head where Morgan's gaze was, she saw Hotch and Rossi coming into the room. ''What the hell is this? Are they serious?'' She heard her brown skinned teammate snapping at their superior with a bewildered look.

She glanced over Hotch as the man ignored Morgan's comment and grabbed a free chair. ''Hotch,'' He said trying to get his attention. The raven haired supervisor slowly tilted his head up to look at his profiler who had remained on his feet. ''Seriously, how the hell a teenage girl can be suspected of three damn killings and a kidnapping?'' His palms were leaned against the table as his eyes were locked on Hotch's.

Hotch's stoic face didn't flinch. For few seconds, Emily could have swear that Hotch and Morgan were having some sort of eye-look contest to know who would be the first to look away. Her eyes wandered to one to another then she connected with Rossi's who seemed a bit entertained by the situation. Maybe he was thinking the same thing as her as well. The brunette turned her head again and noticed Hotch had lost the contest and was now stretching his arm to grab one of the file on the middle of the table.

''Have you read the report?'' He asked with a calm and low voice. He put down the file open on the table as Prentiss lifted her body to grab one of the folder's sheets. Morgan shook his head no and Prentiss looked down on the paper to read it.

''What are we supposed to know?'' Morgan asked almost sounding annoyed, although Prentiss knew he wasn't annoyed by Hotch's question but more by all the teenage-girl-suspect thing. Hotch threw a sideway look at the brunette and the paper she had in hands and returned his gaze on Morgan. The well shaped profiler took the seat next to Hotch. ''Did she say anything that can help us finding back that girl?''

Raising her eyes from the sheet, she looked at Rossi who until now had remained silent. ''She didn't say anything the whole time we were in there.''

As anyone didn't respond back, the brunette took that as a cue to speak up. ''May I?'' She said pointing at the door while getting up from her seat. She gave a look at her superior as he agreed with a nod and let her go out.

The three male agents got up as well following Prentiss as she got into the interview room while they entered into the other room to watch their colleague.

Emily opened the door and closed it behind her. She walked over the table took a look at the girl. '' Hey'' she said tentatively but the girl wasn't looking at her. ''I'm Emily.'' She introduced but still the girl didn't flinched so she decided another approach. ''It's been quite a moment you're in there, you must be thirsty. You want some water?'' The brunette asked and for the first time, the girl looked her but didn't answer her question. A shiver traveled along Emily's spine as the girl eyes seemed to throw daggers at her. Emily could feel that the blonde haired teenage girl was angry but she also perceived fear into her eyes. ''I'm assuming that they already told you why you were here.'' She pretended to not knowing that previous interrogatory with her supervisor and co-worker. Prentiss finally decided to sit and placed her arms on the table. ''Do you know why they brought you here?'' She repeated her previous sentence only as a question now just to try to get the girl to talk.

The blond shot a defiant look as she raised her chin. ''Because I kill people. Because I'm a killer.''

Emily's body straightened as she heard the girl talking for the first time since she got in. She was surprised by her response but even more with the choice of her words. She hadn't said killed, which would suggest that she was planning on killing other person but Emily could hardly believe that she was the one responsible for those killings. Prentiss decided to do something she knew her superior wouldn't approve but she had to try. ''You know what, I don't think you're a killer. I don't believe one second that you killed those people.''

At first, the girl shot her a yeah-right look then she probably reconsidered Emily's words because she shot her the same look she had made when she first glanced at Prentiss. Although now there weren't daggers in her eyes nor angry, just fear. ''Why you don't believe me? I'm a killer for them.''

Prentiss knew she was talking about the officers who arrested her earlier. ''Because I don't. I've seen a lot of criminals in my FBI career and I don't believe for one moment that you are the one who did those awful things.''

The blonde' eyes wandered to Emily to the table and Prentiss noticed how even more scared she seemed than few moments ago. As her eyes filled with tears, her gaze connected with Emily's. ''But I did!'' She burst into tears and hid her face into her hands.

Emily rose from her chair thinking it was time to have some talk with her colleagues. ''I'll bring you a glass of water.'' She pretended before exiting the room.

It wasn't as if she had done something bad but by the look her superior was giving her, she knew she'd gone a little too far. ''Prentiss, why did you do that for?'' His tone was low but strict. ''We don't know yet if she's innocent.''

Prentiss frowned surprised that her supervisor could believe that a small teenage girl could kill like that. Of course it wasn't impossible but by the look the blonde had given her, she could swear that this girl was innocent. ''She wouldn't open up. I just thought that if I let her think I was on her side she would talk to me and she did.''

''I think she's right, Hotch.'' Morgan joined them and decided to supported Emily over Hotch, which made the dark haired team leader to roll his eyes and nodding at Morgan. ''I think she should go back in there. This girl may not be the killer but she clearly has something that could help us to catch him.''

After a nod of approval from her boss, Prentiss went to grab the folder Hotch handed her and a glass of water and made her way back in to the interrogation room. ''I'm sorry for the wait. Here's your water.'' She put the glass down in front of the blonde and went to take the seat opposite the teenage girl. The girl had stopped crying but her eyes were a little red and puffy. ''You haven't told me your name?'' She asked although she already knew what it was. She just wanted to get her to talk to her a little more.

''Paige'' She said after few seconds. Her eyes were glued on her glass and even if Emily was talking to her, she wouldn't look at her.

Prentiss opened the folder and pretended to read few lines. ''So you're a writer?'' She asked but the girl didn't respond her this time. Emily decided to go straight to the point. ''Why did you decide to write the murder of this homeless woman?'' This time the girl looked up and connected with Emily's. She wasn't sure what kind of emotion she was seeing into the blonde' eyes but it made her feel more concerned about the girl's situation.

She saw the girl's body straighten and blowing a long sigh. ''I thought I was going crazy. I had all these strange and inappropriate thoughts and for a moment, I really considered being like them. But I started to write all those thoughts and it got better. That feeling that made me think I was going crazy slowly disappeared and I got happier. I know I'm not like them.'' She explained and Emily carefully listened her. ''But I think I went too far when I decided to write one for a school project and I gave the story to my teacher. The day after it was all over the news and when I heard it was like in my story I panicked.'' The blonde stopped and furrowed her brow.

Emily narrowed her eyes when she had mentioned that her teacher had read her story the day before the killing. ''Something wrong?'' She asked noticing the troubled look on the girl's face. She didn't respond her question, instead her face seemed to have turned into a stone face. ''I think I'll come back later? Is it okay?'' But the girl was gone in deep thought. Something Prentiss found a bit weird about that girl but she shook the thought off and walked out the room.

When Emily got out of the room and walked through the police station's bullpen, she noticed how everyone seemed tense. Officers were rushing in and out the station as others who weren't wearing a police uniform were talking on their phone. She knew something had happened and by the look one of the detective had, it wasn't good. She made her way back to the room where her colleagues were but when she came in, there found Hotch alone sat at the table. "Where's everyone?" She asked him as her eyes were looking for her folks.

Hotch stopped his reading and turned his head toward the brunette. "A teenage couple found a body of a young girl corresponding to the physical description of Ariel Prescott." Emily perceived some sadness behind his stern voice although his face looked stoic. "I've sent Morgan and Rossi there."

She grabbed the seat next to him and sat. Emily opened her mouth to say something but closed it as a thought traveled through her mind. "If it's not her, do you think that it can be the same person for the killings and the kidnapping?"

"I doubt that, but you know the work and mostly the criminals. And this one doesn't seem to follow any pattern. He changes the murder weapon after almost each killing, the MO is always different. There's no specific victimology..."

"We also haven't figured out his signature yet." She said with a frown. "As you said, this guy has a different MO for each murder. It's to think if there are four different molesters in town..." She added but stopped in a mid sentence with her brow creased. She tilted her head a little, her eyes glued on the table with a thoughtful expression on her face.

"Prentiss?" His eyebrows arched down as he stared her with a mixture of concern and curiosity. "What's up your mind?"

"I'm thinking about this case we had in Cleveland about a year ago." She started and noticed Hotch throwing her inquiring look.

"You mean the copycat who was copying famous serial killers?" Hotch raised one of his eyebrow although it was barely visible.

"Yeah, it sounded better in my head. But still, there has to be something that relates every murder to each other. Otherwise we would really be dealing with four different criminals." She cursed internally for sounding stupid in front of her superior.

"If the suspect is a copycat, we have to find out what's he copying or who." He answered in a matter of fact voice.

The dark haired supervisor's phone rang and he picked it up without checking the ID caller. "Hotchner" ... Emily read through the police report while his boss was on the phone. "Are you sure?" She overheard. "Okay, we're on our way." He said before hanging up and put it back in his pocket. He remained silent a couple of seconds until Prentiss raised her eyes from the report. "Interested in getting the case somewhere?"

She cocked her head a little surprised as a subtle smile played on her lips. "What do you have in mind?"

"How about taking a little ride?"

"I'm in." She said as both profilers rose from their seat and walked out of the little conference room.

(Emily's place)

"Stop looking at me with this little puppy face!" Emily snapped at the young chestnut haired man.

"Everyone is worried about you, Em." He said as he took hold of her hand. "It's hard to see you like this and I wish I could do something to help you." She wanted to yell at him that she was alright but when she noticed how sad and lost he seemed, she couldn't help herself but to touch his cheek in an attempt to reassure him. "It's completely different without you around us."

It broke her heart to see him like that. "Reid" She was surprised by the sadness in her tone. "You have nothing to worry about. This situation may sucks but I'll get used to it. It's not that bad you know!" She lied as Reid seemed to believe her.

Spencer decided to come closer to the brunette as he pulled her into a hug and lay himself against the back of her couch. Emily was placed under one of his arm as the other one surrounded her. "I miss you." He said with a genuine voice .

Emily hesitate a little then she delicately lay her head on his shoulder. "I miss you too, Spencer."

*Present day* "Sometimes bad things happen. Sometimes we can prevent them but sometimes they are just inevitable."

Not too confused? Why everyone go visiting Emily at her place and why they all seemed so sad? Bet you wonder what the hell happened during that case! :)

I know that little ''Hotly'' moment wasn't that good but I wanted to pair them up during the case cause I love the interaction between them both while they work together. The Reid/Emily(Remily) moment was short but don't worry there are other lovely moment between these two later. I haven't forgot I was writing a Morgan/Prentiss fic (You can tell me that this chapter sucked because there was not very a Demily moment) but this chapter was necessary to get to the action in the story.

Few questions for you for the next chapter! There's going to be some drama to come between... :) you'll see! Anyway I wanted to know if the little girl who had been kidnapped should be the dead girl that they found or should it be another little girl who would have been kidnapped too? I have idea for both so... your choice! :)

Thank you all you can review now! :)

CalleighJ