Emily Prentiss's P.O.V

I walked up the stairs of the house with a policeman and a detective. "I'm FBI," I said holding up her badge, "SSA Emily Prentiss. I'm from the BAU," she told the policeman. He nodded, "You can come in with us," he said. "I'll come to the hospital shortly," I told the EMT. He nodded and took the girl away in an ambulance. I saw the blood on the steps. The door was wide open. We slowly walked into the house. I gasped. There, in the girl's house were 3 other bodies: a woman, a man, and a little boy, who couldn't have been more than eight. They were all dead. Stabbed. The woman, who must have been the mother, was sitting up right on a stool at the counter with a glass of wine in front of her, how she probably would have been sitting anyway, with blood covering her stomach and chest and waist. The man, who must have been the dad, was sitting on a couch, dead, in front of the TV, in the same bloody situation. And the little boy, the brother, was sitting with his Leggos. Their killer had placed them how they were before he stabbed them. I shook my head, "What a sick son of a b…" I muttered, stopping myself before I swore and sighed.. "Sir, do you know that girl's name?" I asked the policeman. "Yeah," he nodded, "That's Kaitlin Taylor. The mother is Jennifer, the father, Tom, and the boy, Jason. Nice family. Kaitlin used to volunteer at the hospital, Jason was in second grade, the parents were both lawyers…" His voice trailed away. "It's a shame…a real shame," He said. "Thank you," I said and left to go to the emergency room.

As I was driving I pulled out my phone. I dialed Garcia. "Hey, Garcia," I said. "Well hello, my sexy agent of so many fantastic things," Garcia answered laughing. "Garcia, listen. I need you to look something up for me?" I asked. "My technological services are all for you. Shoot," She told me. I tried to smile. "I need you to check out: Jennifer and Tom Taylor…they were both lawyers…" I began. "VIrginia," Garcia said. "Yeah…" I said. "Alrighty. Who are they?" Garcia asked. I sighed and told her, "I was hoping you could tell me. They and their son were just murdered, and I'm off to the hospital to be with their daughter…?" "Is it our case? JJ hasn't gotten any case file or anything yet," She said. "Yeah I know. It's not ours. I just…don't tell Hotch. I'll let him know…later…maybe," I said, "Just get some info, and I'll call you later, okay?" I told her. "My services are yours…Goodbye, my dear Emily Prentiss," she said and hung up.

Then I called JJ, "Hey, JJ," I said. "Hey, why aren't you back at the BAU, Emily?" She asked sounding worried, "I was just about to call you…everyone got back about an hour ago. We figured you had hit traffic or something, but…" "I'm at the hospital-" I began, as she cut me off. "The hospital!" She said, shocked, "guys she's at the hospital," she told them. "Put her on speaker!" I could hear Morgan in the background. "Em, why are you-" Morgan began. "Morgan, shut up." I told him calmly, "I'm fine. I'm with someone…she just got out of surgery." I couldn't say too much more. "Why? Who is it and what happened, Emily?" It was Rossi speaking this time. "On my way back, there was a girl on the side of the road in front of her house…bleeding…she had been stabbed. Her parents and younger brother had been stabbed, too. They're dead. The girl went to the emergency room…." My voice trailed away. "Anyway, this unsub put the mom and the dad and son back how they were before he had stabbed them. The dad was propped up on the couch watching the Celtics game, the mom was sitting at the counter with a glass of wine in front of her, and the boy was sitting on the floor playing with Leggos," I explained. "So, your with this girl at the hospital?" JJ said, "And you called Garcia already, didn't you?" "Take it off of speaker, JJ," I told her. She did. "Uhmm…yes," I told them. I couldn't lie to them. Especially not JJ, she was my best friend. "Well, I'm coming down there now," Morgan said. "Oh, Derek, you don't have to," I told him. "Oh yes I do, Emily," He said and I heard him get up. I loved Derek Morgan. "This isn't our case yet, Emily," That was Hotch. "I know, I know. I have to go, there's a nurse giving me a dirty look, but uhmm…the police want are help so they're gonna fax over an official request for our help," I told them. "Alright, call us later," JJ said and hung up. Reid had probably started babbling statistics by now.