"We have a missing persons report." Those were the first words Emily Prentiss heard when she walked into the police station. The son of a bitch had done it again, and it was only a matter of time before they found her body.

"Dammit," Derek muttered.

"Who is it?" Hotch asked, they needed to find her soon.

"Natalie Walters. She's an elementary school teacher, she didn't show up at work this morning. Her co-workers said that's very unlike her. She's blonde." O'Brian told the team.

"We need to deliver the profile." Aaron said, "We need to catch this guy."

"I'll gather everyone up."

Five minutes later, everyone was assembled and ready with their notepads.

"The man we are looking for is in his mid to late thirties, white, and drives a large vehicle, most likely a pickup truck or a van," Emily began.

"He has an obvious hatred against women, specifically blondes. It's likely a female figure in his life betrayed him or didn't meet his expectations." Dave pointed out.

"When he kills his women, he dumps them within a twenty-mile radius. This leads us to believe he lives here in town. You may know him personally." Reid said.

"He will come across as friendly and approachable, but he is not able to interact well with women. He may seem intimidated by them and torturing them is the only way he will feel powerful."

"The unsub is a sexual sadist he feels sexual release by torturing and raping the women he captures."

"The unsub will also live in a house that is not up-kept very well. For example, the house may be close to falling apart. His home will have a basement which is where he tortures and kills his women. He will not live close to others."

"We believe he is single, and has possibly suffered the loss of a loved one. Killing is the only way he feels important, and he will not stop until we catch him." Hotch was wrapping up now, "Thank you for your time and we appreciate your effort."

Everyone dispersed. "Emily and Dave, I want you to talk to Mr. and Mrs. Walters they may know something useful."

"Yes sir." Emily nodded.

At that moment, James McCuller was outside the police station. He was a delivery man, so he could be almost anywhere without looking suspicious. The only suspicious part was that he was a delivery man for a furniture store, but nobody seemed to notice. It seemed now the FBI was involved with his little killings. He would have to be more careful from now on, but that didn't mean he had to stop having fun.

He saw two FBI agents leaving the building. He could tell they belonged to the FBI because of the way they walked. They walked with confidence and power, especially the woman. She was a pretty brunette. Blondes had always been his type, but this one was different.

He could tell that she would be fun. She was strong and confident, she probably thought she knew all about him, but because of her, he was about to change his type. She should feel honored. James had to learn more about her.

She was coming closer to him, she was probably heading to the black SUV to his left. James had to know who she was. He picked up a random brown package and walked towards her. He didn't make eye contact, in fact he pretended he didn't see her so he could bump into her. Which he did.

"I'm so sorry miss," James apologized profusely.

She looked at him strangely before realizing she was being rude. "Oh," she said, "My bad."

She had stopped just long enough for James to see her credentials. Agent Emily Prentiss. He liked that. It had a nice ring to it.

Emily Prentiss was different and she was all his.

Emily and Rossi pulled into the driveway of Mr. and Mrs. Walters' home. It was a two story brown house, nothing about it stood out, just like this town. Emily walked up and knocked on the front door.

A petite brunette who appeared to be in her mid-fifties opened the door.

"Hi. We're with the FBI's behavioral analysis unit and we're here to ask you a few questions about your daughter, Natalie." Emily asked.

The woman said nothing, but looked at Dave and Emily back and forth nervously.

"May we come in?"

The woman opened the door and ushered them into the living room. Her husband was sitting on the couch reading the news. His eyes were swollen and red, so were Mrs. Walter's eyes.

"Henry, these are FBI agents they're here about Natalie." Mrs. Walters said.

Before Emily and Dave even sat down, Henry Walters burst out, "How much time does she have?"

Prentiss looked at Dave before answering. "The other women that were abducted by this man were held for one or two days before he killed them. Natalie still has time, and we will do everything we can to find her."

He put his head in his hands "Then why are you here and not finding her?" He demanded.

"We need as much information about Natalie as possible. Any information may help us. We just want to ask you questions." Rossi explained calmly.

"Ok," they agreed.

Prentiss and Rossi sat down on the couch. "Was your daughter well liked?"

"Yes. She was very mature and handled all situations calmly. She didn't believe in violence. I don't understand why anyone would want to hurt her." Nadine Walters said sadly.

Emily hated to see parents devastated like this. Natalie still had time, but it may not be enough time.

"Did she tell you about anything out of the ordinary? Any men she had recently met? Anything at all?" Rossi asked.

"Not that she mentioned. She loves her job, loves going out with friends. She really enjoys teaching." Henry Walters was twiddling his thumbs impatiently.

After a few more questions Emily and Dave thanked them for their time and left.

"Now we know, the unsub doesn't pick his victims for any particular reason except their looks. Everything else is random. He doesn't even have a set killing pattern." Rossi said frustrated.

"Do you think we'll be able to catch this guy in time?" Emily asked she didn't want another devastated family.

Rossi only looked at her sadly. He didn't know.

James McCuller watched Emily Prentiss and her male co-worker leave the house. He watched safely from his van, while taking pictures of Emily. He was having fun with Ms. Natalie Walters at his house, but Emily was so much more intriguing than her. But Emily couldn't be his this moment. Not yet. So James drove back to his little dilapidated house and entered the basement. Natalie was sleeping. She was pale, and had cuts all over her arms, legs, face, and stomach. He walked around her and admired his work. He truly was an artist.

He decided it was time to wake her up, with a little surprise. He already had a fire going and a nice stick of metal was heating up. It was probably hot enough now. James went to a cabinet, retrieved a pair of gloves and slowly pulled out the hot, metal stick. He carefully went over to Natalie.

James held the metal right in front of her face before slowly sliding it down her side, all the way from her shoulder to her hip.

Natalie's eyes shot open almost instantly, and she let out a long agonizing scream. To anyone but James this scream would pierce their soul and give them nightmares for a week. But to James, it was a beautiful noise. He watched her face carefully.

Tears streaked down her cheeks, sweat covered every inch of her body. She was scared to death. Her ribs were sticking out, and she looked terrible. James was careful to give her plenty of water; she would weaken too quickly without it. It seemed like it took all her strength just to mutter a few words.

"Why are you doing this?" She trembled.

"Because I can sweetheart." He bent down and brushed a strand of hair away from her face. "Aw look at your leg; you shook so much your cut started bleeding again. Let me help."

Natalie started to squirm whatever help he was offering she wasn't interested in. James returned to her side with the knife again, it was stained with her own blood. He took it and lightly ran it down the length of her cut, then without warning, he plunged it inside of her cut, deep all the way to the bone. She screamed and screamed and screamed, until she blacked out.

James giggled. This was so much fun! He couldn't wait until his darling Emily joined him. He went upstairs to do a little research on her. He had to form a plan so that he could add her to his collection.

Emily groaned. It's already been two days and they were almost at the same place where they started.

She decided to call Garcia to see if she had any new information.

"Speak and be heard by your goddess of all things computer." Garcia chirped.

"Hey Garcia, you got anything for me?" Emily asked.

"I most certainly do. All the women that were killed were in the process of remodeling or doing something new with their house. They all ordered a piece of furniture from the exact same company shortly before they were abducted. All the women except Natalie Walters."

"Thanks Garcia. That's good enough. Can you send me a list of all the employees of that company and where they live?"

"I already did. Good luck Emily! Garcia out."

That's a relief. Maybe the team could actually find this creep. Rossi already went back to the station, but Emily had asked Hotch if she could go back to the hotel a while and gather her thoughts.

Prentiss called Hotch at the station, "Hey, I think I got something, I'll be at the station in a bit."

"Good we'll need all the information we can get." He replied.

"I know. See you in a few." She hung up and walked towards her car. She unlocked the car, only to find that it was already open.

Emily wasn't surprised. She had been walking around with her head in the clouds all day. It was no surprise she forgot to lock the door to the SUV. She climbed into the driver's seat and started the car.

Before she could even put the car in gear, she heard a voice and a hard metal object press against her temple.

"Drive." James said as he smiled. Emily Prentiss was his.

A/N: YAYYY ANOTHER CHAPTER! It's getting interesting now haha! Thanks for reading I really appreciate all the reviews and everything! I will update as soon as possible!