The long fine fingers played on the keyboard, as a pianist was playing a masterpiece on the piano. He was playing a masterpiece, and this masterpiece did not belong to somebody else, it was his masterpiece. He had created his theme of this masterpiece long time ago, now, he only needed to find out and add in some magic notes, and he was near to the end of his creation.

Computer, he loved computer, from the first time he toughed a computer, he was attracted by the logic, the accuracy, the efficiency of this device. He thought that this device matched him, as a piano matched a pianist. As a modern day hunter, he went out hunting, and in the daytime, the computer was his only skill for working and live. And this device became his hunting tool and weapon, which helped him to approach his preys without any alert, he could track them as he liked, but they were unable to find his trace, to track him and trap him. The computer was not only the tool and weapon but also an invisible shield that protect him with high efficiency.

He was good hunter, and he was hunting, now on the keyboard, tried to find the trace of his future prey.

The storm in New York made thousands of flights canceled or delayed. In the frustrated and angry mob in the airport hall, Jeffrey was one of the few passengers who still kept calm and had their manners. But he was very upset, just tried not to show it. He already called his wife; she was worried on the phone. The flowers he ordered online should be delivered, the birthday gift was inside his suit pocket, which was a fine gold necklace with the famous script "I love you more than yesterday, less than tomorrow."

Jeffrey wanted to be a good man, most import, a good husband, a good father. And he was a good lawyer. After law school, instead of stepping into his father's law firm, he took a job offer from a small agency, worked as pro-bono lawyer till the day he won a case of group consumer complaint against a giant company, he did not only win the case, he also won his reputation and most importantly his father's respect. He accepted his father's offer, joint his father's firm, and made himself a partner after 5 years. He married his wife, had a son and a daughter, for him, life was just perfect.

Thousands miles from New York, under the curtain of night, a black sedan was parked silently in front of Jeffrey's house. The driver was sitting inside the car; he was waiting, waiting for the perfect moment to start the killing in this house, which was decorated with flowers.

"Prentiss, would you please come to my office?"

"Ok!" Prentiss put down the phone, stood up. She went up stairs, knocked on the door of Hotch's office.

"Come in."

"What's up? Hotch."

"Have a sit."

"Listen, Prentiss, I really appreciate your concern, but I am asking you to stop doing that."

"Doing what? Hotch, I don't understand."

"Do you think I know nothing about you are doing now? Asked your mother, used her connection to push the Bureau to provide me the protection details. Look, I really appreciate what you are doing, Prentiss, especially considering how you hate politics. But I need you to stop."

"Hotch…"

"Listen, the Bureau's budget has been cut, I don't think they have resources for that, and compared to the others, I think I am the most safe person here."

"Why do you think so?"

"If he wanted to kill me, I have been already killed. What he wants is to keep me alive me, sent my family away, play mind game to torture me, he doesn't need to walk around me."

"But…"

"No 'But', Prentiss, I want you to stop, promise me. The last thing I want is all of you play my babysitters, worry about me. I want all of you focus on the cases. Do I make my point clear."

"Crystal clear, Sir."

"Good! Thank you! Prentiss."

Hotch looked Prentiss left his office, and his phone rang.