Because it's been snowing for days on end where I live, school got cancelled. So, luckily for anyone enjoying this little story, I have time to post another chapter! Please review if you liked it. Your comments make me feel all fuzzy inside:)

JJ and Rossi hadn't gathered much evidence from the families and neighbors. Considering there had been no survivors until Cammi, there wasn't anything to remember, as they had all been locked safely in their own homes for the night.

"The only connection I could really get between the families was that they were just that. Families," a frustrated Reid informed them. "Alyssa Sanchez and Dustin Jones were in the same grade at Sunset Falls elementary, but they weren't in the same class. None of the parents worked together, and none of the kids had the same activities."

"How many elementary schools are in this town?" Rossi asked.

"Just the one."

"Look into teachers, counselors, all of that. The Carroway kids are older, but they probably went to that elementary school too. The unsub could have made contact there. They might even have access to the addresses of the families."

Reid nodded, and Morgan stepped out to call Garcia with their latest idea.

"Where's Emily?" JJ asked suddenly.

"She's staying with Cammi at the hospital for a little while. The girl was shaken up," Hotch explained.

JJ nodded sympathetically. The child had just lost her entire family. She couldn't imagine how she would feel if she lost Henry. It was nice that Cammi had formed a bond with someone, no matter how weak or short lived.

"I'll work with the media to downplay some of this fear going around. We don't need a mass panic," she said, exiting the room.

Mass panic was already what was brewing. The local news broadcasted coverage of the most recent murder, standing outside of Cammi's house to report live. Few could be seen wandering the streets, and security systems were set up in more homes.

That wouldn't stop him though. He stood there watching them huddle a little closer together. They wouldn't let go of their children's hands. Didn't they know that once fate had chosen them, there was nothing they could do? They didn't deserve the perfect family they had.

He couldn't focus on them though. Not tonight. He watched the little family hurry away, slipping through his fingers.

Not quite, he thought. They have one more night to continue living their little lie.

In fact, he had a few loose ends to tie up. When he closed his eyes, he could see it. That pair of wide ocean blue eyes peering at him from her window. Had he scared her? Had she been unable to sleep, and that was why she decided to seal her fate by seeing his face?

She was probably somewhere telling those meddling FBI agents everything she had seen. No, not if he could stop her. He had scared her enough, she might clam up. He had time. Not much, but time nevertheless.

Digging in the pocket of his coat, he pulled a faded picture from its depths. A pretty girl smiled back at him, with long brown hair that kissed her shoulders and blue eyes she had received from her mother.

"Don't worry Christie," he whispered, running the pad of his thumb over the photo in an almost loving caress. "I will avenge you."

Meanwhile, back at the hospital, Cammi was getting restless. Aside from a miniscule cut on her foot from when she'd stepped on the glass, nothing was wrong with her. She knew they were only keeping her here because they were at a loss as to where she would go.

Emily had asked, not too long ago," Do you have anyone you want me to call? An aunt, your grandmother? Anything?"

As far as Cammi knew, her father had been an only child. Both sets of her grandparents were dead and her aunt Laura, her mother's only sister, had died in a terrible drunk driving accident five years ago. She had no one.

"There isn't anyone," she had whispered hoarsely, struck with the reality of it all.

That's when Emily had gotten up, swearing she'd only be gone a few minutes. Cammi hadn't really noticed the time sliding by. She figured Emily was probably on the phone with Child Services, and as soon as they found the killer, she would be shipped off. After all, wasn't that what happened?

So when she heard the heavy pad of shoes on the tile floor, she figured Emily was back to offer a few reassuring words. Instead, she looked up into the grizzled face of a doctor she didn't recognize.

He offered a smile. "I'm just here to check you over."

Cammi raised her head to look properly into his eyes.

They were brown. Cold, soulless brown.

She opened her mouth to scream, but it wouldn't come out. The man shook his head.

"You saw me," he growled. "Can't have that, can we?"

Cammi reached for the call button, but he smacked her hand away. She had to find her voice! Cammi's heart slammed against her chest, her breath quickening by the second. He lifted a stray pillow from beside her head.

"Don't worry," he whispered, almost tenderly. "It won't hurt a bit."

Like you hurt them? Why should I be so special? Her mind shot.

It was then she found her voice. Cammi opened her mouth and screamed.

As soon as Emily heard the scream, she ran for the room. She had just hung up with a social worker, informing her of Cammi's situation. Even though she was just down the hall, it took her long enough to get to the room that all she found was a wild eyed Cammi clutching a pillow to her chest, staring at the broken window, and rocking back and forth on the bed.

Without asking what had transpired, Emily ran up to the window, scanning the wide expanse of forest behind the hospital. She sighed. This unsub was fast. If he had managed to make it that far already, he wouldn't be caught tonight.

Turning from the window, she walked over to the bed. Taking Cammi's chin in her hand, she forced the terrified girl's vacant eyes to meet hers.

"He was going to kill me," she breathed. "I don't want to die."

That much was comforting, Emily knew. She had already had her doubts about Cammi's will to live. As horrifying as her second brush with death had been, at least it was an eye opener.

"Shhh," Emily said, rubbing circles on Cammi's back.

"Can we leave?" she ventured. "It's not safe here."

They set about getting Cammi discharged from the hospital. Emily was taking her to the police station, where she hoped they would provide some form of protection.

Cammi, wrapped in her jacket, found it difficult to stare at the scenery before her. The wide expanse of land invited too many thoughts into her jumbled mind.

"We're going to meet the rest of my team," Emily said. "They're at the police station trying to catch this unsub."

"Unsub?" Cammi asked, finally showing interest in what Emily was saying.

"It means unknown subject. It's what we call the people who commit the crimes until we find out who they are."

Cammi nodded without speaking another word until someone pulled up to the curb to pick them up. Peering into the tinted window, she could just make out the profile of a man driving. She wondered briefly if it was Hotch, or if the introductions to Emily's colleagues would begin now.

She was proved correct when they got in. A well built African American man smiled at her as she climbed into the back seat.

"Cammi, this is Derek Morgan. He's a profiler like me. Derek, this is Cammi Carroway," Emily said.

"Hi Cammi."

Cammi didn't answer. She was too busy with her thoughts. He seemed nice. But, then again, many people seemed nice. Still, when he smiled at her, it wasn't in a creepy way. She decided to like him.

"So what do profilers do?" she asked.

"We analyze the behavior of criminals in order to catch them. It's a lot about reading facial cues, body language, and really looking into their actions to see why they do what they do," Emily answered.

Cammi froze. "So why do they?" She examined her fingernails, which she had bitten as far down as they would go. The habit was one she had broken, but the events of the past day had caught up with her.

"It's different for each one. But really, we don't know. It's something in their head, that isn't…well…right," Derek answered. He felt sorry for the poor girl averting her eyes from them. She just wanted answers. Answers that she just might never have.

Sunset Falls was small, and they arrived at the police station rather quickly. Cammi waited for Emily to get out, and then followed her, eyeing the roof of the building. For some odd, childish reason, she expected him to be up there waiting. After all, people seldom looked up.

She had always hated the police station. Her mother had instilled a warning to be cautious about law enforcement from an early age. Today, it filled her with a slight feeling of anxiety in the pit of her stomach.

When she walked inside, she saw the usual chaos she expected. Officers swarmed the place like ants, probably responding to the news Emily had delivered of the unsub's reappearance.

Derek and Emily led her to a small room off to the side, which was filled with agents as imposing as they were.

Emily pointed them out one by one in their varying states of business. "Cammi, these are Agents Spencer Reid, David Rossi, Jennifer Jareau, and you've already met Hotch."

"I'm sorry most of us can't stay," the blonde woman Emily had introduced as Agent Jareau said with a kind smile. "But it was nice meeting you. You can call me JJ."

Cammi nodded, overwhelmed by the intense stares.

"Where's everybody going?" Derek asked.

"We're helping the locals with their patrol, and a few of us are going to question the guidance counselor at Sunset Falls Elementary," Hotch explained. "Garcia found some questionable things in his file."

Cammi raised her eyebrows. Mr. Franklin had always seemed like a harmless old man. Nothing to be worried about there.

"It wasn't him," she said quickly.

"Well, Rossi and I are going to ask you a few questions to find out who it really is. Meanwhile, maybe Mr. Franklin can help us find what we're looking for," Emily reassured her.

"The media is turning this into a frenzy," JJ said. "They're already working on names for him."

"What's wrong with a name?" Cammi asked suddenly.

"It gives the unsub a feeling of power, that people care so much to name him. And it causes a lot of fear."

"Like Voldemort," Cammi murmured, her old obsession shining through. JJ nodded, hearing her half whispered statement.

She watched everybody leave, and then steeled herself to begin the questioning.

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