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Chapter 3

"And worst of all, you made JJ keep something so important from the rest of your team!" Detective Christopher Knox seemed to finish his lecture as Emily stared with wide eyes from the living room loveseat. Finally. Slowly, she stood and began making her towards her boyfriend of almost six months.

"I know, I know." With every word, she stepped closer to the tense man until she stood directly in front of him. "I know and I'm sorry. I'm sorry JJ got hurt, I'm sorry I kept it from the team and I'm extremely sorry that I made you worry."

"It's almost a seven hour drive from Jersey, Em." Chris' face softened as Emily took his hands in hers. "Do you have any idea what was running through my mind that whole time?"

"I'm sorry." She repeated. Although she was tired of being spoken to like a rebellious child, her feelings of regret were genuine. She never meant to cause any harm by keeping her pregnancy a secret. Thank God she had chosen to tell Chris the moment she found out. Who knew what he would've done if he had discovered this way?

"I'm just glad you're alright." The blond-haired man smiled warmly before placing a palm against Emily's stomach. "Both of you." The brunette smiled widely. Words couldn't explain just how thankful she was that Chris had wanted this baby as much- if not more- than she had. Sure, she could raise the child on her own financially but she knew what it was like to grow up in a home where the parents were separated and didn't want anything like that for her child. Her child. The phrase rang through her mind over and over again. No matter how many times she thought it, it would never feel natural. Her, Emily Prentiss, as a mother just seemed to defy the very laws of the universe. She and Chris had discussed it briefly but Emily was secretly terrified that she would make an awful mother. She knew that Chris would make an excellent father and he tried convincing her that he believed the same for her but to no avail.

"Me too." She said with a smile as she reached around Chris' waist. The man smiled coyly in return as he pulled her against him suddenly and planted a hot kiss to her lips. Emily continued to smile as she felt his stubble tickle her chin and cheeks until finally, they drew apart for air. Just as Chris leaned forward to kiss her again, Emily eased out of his reach leaving him more than slightly disappointed.

"You know our six month anniversary is next month and I figured…I could just give you your present now." She leaned against the door frame of the bedroom and watched as Chris' sparkling, blue eyes lit up like a firework.

"What kind of present?" he asked, already knowing the answer. Emily backed into the bedroom slowly, taking his hand and leading him inside.

"The kind that might not fit in a month."

He watched as the couple held hands merely feet from the window. How stupid of her, he thought. Doesn't she know that I'm still out here? Just as they started to kiss, a feeling of disgust ran through him followed by an audible gag. He watched as Emily Prentiss led her boy toy into the bedroom- where the blinds where unfortunately shut- with a grin. He gave the two enough time to become intoxicated with one another before exiting his car and silently making his way to her front door. Hiding his face from the camera in the lobby and elevator weren't a problem- he didn't care if they saw him. In fact, it was better that they did. When he entered the elevator and pressed the number 4, he made it a point to remove his hood and shoot the camera a smile before finding Prentiss' apartment number. It would be so easy, he thought. So easy to just walk in and slaughter them both…too easy. Instead, he stuck to the original plan and placed a single pacifier on Prentiss' doormat alongside a note. With a smile, he exited the building and hastily made his way back to his hideout. There was someone that was eager for his return.

Less than an hour later, Jeremy arrived at his destination and with giddy joy, made his way back to the basement. He made it a point to crank down the temperature even further, bringing it to a chilling 35 degrees, before entering. At the sound of his footsteps, the two occupants of the room had shrunk into a corner, huddled together like children in the dark. The eldest, a blonde in her 30s, held the head of the brunette to her chest as the younger woman trembled. Jeremy could already hear the moans of pain and fear coming from the youngest. The sound was nothing short of an angelic choir to his ears and as he approached, he saw that even the blonde shrunk away from him. He grinned widely. Not so brave after all.

"Just let us go." The blonde said with all the strength she could muster. "We won't tell anyone, just let us go."

"Now why would I want to do that?" Jeremy tilted his head to the side with a frown. The blonde swallowed hard.

"Sh-she needs a hospital." She tried to reason with him. He nearly laughed out loud- reason…with him! "Please, she's hurt." At that, Jeremy couldn't help but snicker. He knelt down to their level and took the blonde's chin in his hand gently. He relished in the way she stared back at him- full of rage and defiance. It was perfect, just like her.

"That's the point." He said as calmly as he could and watched as a handful of tears streaked down the woman's face. Suddenly, he grabbed her by the collar and yanked her forward, leaving the brunette to fall to the ground with a gasp. The older woman didn't struggle- she knew there was no point. Instead, she turned her head to face the wall to her right and Jeremy's temper flared. He grabbed her face and forced it back to his.

"Please." the word barely escaped her lips but when it did, it all but shattered the man's illusion of her. This wasn't right! It wasn't her! With a narrow gaze, he raised a hand and struck her across the lip. She cried out in response, surprised by the hit. He had never hit her before- that was saved for the brunette. Instead he did other things to her.

"You'll never be her." he growled in her ear and the woman couldn't help but whimper at his tone. Before she knew it, his hands were around her throat, closing her airway more and more as the seconds trickled by. Her wide, blue eyes were frantic and wet as she clawed at his hands in a desperate attempt to save herself. Jeremy could barely hear the cries from the brunette as she begged him to stop- all he saw was red. Who was this woman- this whore -to think that she could ever compare to the woman he was truly after?! Before long, the twitching and scratching ceased, leaving a terrified look on the blonde's face forever. As he stood, Jeremy finally acknowledged the outright sobbing from the younger woman who had pushed herself further into the corner of the room. He smiled before removing the trusted hunting knife at his ankle. Turning to her, his hands bleeding from the various cuts the now-dead blonde had inflicted, he raised his arms in an inviting notion.

"Your turn."