Hey guys I'm back so here is the second part of the case. I don't own criminal mind or anything you may recognize. Please, please, please review!

Chapter 10: Explanations

"Baby Girl, I need you to look up murders similar to this one. Teenage babysitter babysitting three kids; two boys, ages six and seven. The girl is only three. There is a specific MO for this UNSUB and a specific victimology," Morgan added to the last part, mostly for himself. "Got anything Mama?"

Aaron's phone buzzed during Garcia's 'speech' so he looked at Emily. "There's been another family," he mouthed to her to which she nodded.

"Not… yet…" Morgan heard in between the clicking keys. "Oh, I have a Marcus Llewellyn. Just over ten years ago, he married a Rebecca Dale. They were happy and had three kids. Two boys and a girl. On their ninth anniversary, they hired a sixteen-year-old babysitter for the night while they went to a movie and dinner on a boat. When they came back, they found their kids and the babysitter dead. Their children were named Allan, Jack and Lana. Lana was the three-year-old girl, Jack was the six-year-old boy and Allan was seven. What they came home to was… disgustingly gross," Garcia winced. "Their kids were severed, the babysitter had only the left leg and… no fingers? Really? This guy was disgustingly tortured. Oh and he and his wife were blitzed and abducted. Only… his wife was killed, her limbs being spread all over a forest. That's awful! I need to recover from this. PG over and out!" She finished.

"Thanks Pen," Emily thanked before she hung up. "Well," Emily sighed. "Looks like we've found our guy." Just then, her phone buzzed with a message. It was the address at which she could find Marcus Llewellyn. "2298 Wallace St. Aaron, let's go," she whispered into his ears. She was a little scared. She'd heard Aaron talk about capturing the UNSUBS but none of them had autism. She gave her fiancé a look and he returned it knowingly.

"Guys, there's been another family. The parents are at stake again. We need to get the Marcus's house ASAP otherwise we might not find the two sets of parents alive. Let's go, let's go, let's go!

"There are three doors in this house. JJ and Rossi, I want you to take the back door. Morgan, Reid, take the side door. Emily and I will take the front door. I'll call his name and when I say we're coming in, we go. Got it?" Hotch whispered into the mic.

Then there were two 'got it's'.

"Marcus Llewellyn! FBI," he paused then continued. "FBI, we're coming in!"

There was the sound of three doors being broken into.

The first pair to get into a room and clear it was JJ in the living room, while Rossi was in the kitchen. "Clear!" Came the two voices. Morgan and Reid were in the dinning room and a small study area. "Clear," yelled Morgan. "Clear!" Reid shouted.

Emily and Hotch were on their way upstairs listening to the 'clears' and silently praying that he was upstairs. At the top, Emily went left while Hotch went right. Emily saw a figure with one foot out of the window and a gun in hand. She clasped her gun tighter and said: "Marcus Llewellyn, put the gun down and hands in the air."

It was then his turn to speak. "What do I have to live for now? My wife and three kids are dead, there is a parent that is blaming me for the death of his daughter, tell me agent. What's the point?"

"It was not your fault that your family died. It is not your fault that the babysitter that you hired was killed. The point? Marcus, the point is that you are better than this. You need to see what kind of effect you have on people. You're a teacher, no? Think of all your students. They love you. You're an amazing teacher who wants to throw it all away. What will your students think of you then?" She questioned when he slowly rose the gun to his chin.

"You're right, they look up to me… but still. I only have three students that are still with me."

"Think about it. That's three people that you make a huge impact on. They obviously love you and I think that you could end up helping more people if you give it a chance. Don't do this," Emily pleaded.

With that, he shifted the gun to throw it out the window before breaking out into hysterical crying.

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On the plane back, Emily sat back down next to Aaron. She brought two coffees and a bagel for them to share. She looked around at the team and laughed to herself. Everyone save Aaron and herself and Rossi were out cold. JJ was leaning her head on Rossi's shoulder, Morgan was listening to his iPod, Reid was in such a deep sleep that he was doing algebra equations and Rossi was smiling at his 'friend' that was sleeping on his shoulder.

"We still need to talk," Emily stated plainly.

"I don't get why you are mad at me."

"Why wouldn't you let me join? Is it because you don't think I'm good at what I do?"

"No, no Emily! I think you're an amazing profiler. Heck, you noticed that Elle and Gideon had a thing going on before I did. It's just that… this job is dangerous and… I don't want you to get hurt. I don't know how I would be able to live without you Em."

"As sweet as that is, I still don't think you needed to go as far as not letting me join."

"I know. It was wrong and I'm very, very sorry, Emily. Will you forgive me?" Aaron asked hopefully.

"Mm, maybe," Emily pondered. Aaron wasn't sure if she was being serious or just playing so he decided to play it safe.

"I know you won't take me back right away and I accept that but I just want you to know that I truly regret everything that I did. I love you Emily. I love you so…"

Emily cut his speech of with her lips. "I was just kidding. And what's this 'I know you won't take me back' crap. Of course I will. I love you too," she finished with a smile before kissing her fiancé again. "So much." And with that, the two cuddled together under one blanket and tried to sleep peacefully.

Before either of them had gone far into their dream world, Aaron sat up and said: "Would you care to tell me why you wouldn't stay at my place for a week?"

Emily laughed. "I wanted to keep it a secret that I was joining. You weren't letting me so I went behind your back. Look where that got us. The UNSUB is locked up in jail. Tous en raison de moi. I love you, Aaron Hotchner. Don't you ever forget it." With that, the two fell asleep happily in the arms of their significant others.