JJ (Criminal Minds)

Prologue: Unsub

 He followed her home. He always did. Each and every one of them, he followed home. Each and every one of them, he sneaked into their room. Each and every one of them, he killed. But this one one different. She was special. She was going to be his. He knew it. Deep down inside, he knew it.

He opened the door softly. He knew she left it open, she did it every day. She was not accustomed to being stalked. He heard an argument, from her bedroom. That was commonplace too, her husband wasn't always understanding. Her job took many hours of her time, and odd hours, at that. And how many times had she stared death right in the eye? Too many for her husband's liking. And she had a son. None of it mattered to him. He knew, given time, she would love him just as much.

The stairs were carpeted, and they didn't squeak. He appreciated this, it made his job that much easier. Kill the husband and son, take her, silently. He had a gun, in a holster at his side, but the knife was his weapon of choice. He ran his finger lightly over the blade. It made him feel powerful, to hold such a deadly tool. He liked it. He leaned against the wall at the top of the stairs. Finally, the light in her bedroom flicked off. It was just what he was waiting for. He stepped up. The first room he came to was the son's. He dealt with that quickly. The child was only about three or four, not all that old. He proceeded to her room. The sound of her breathing reached his ears. It sent chills up his spine. The husband was just an obstacle. With that thought in mind, he stepped into their room.

“Henry?” asked the husband sleepily.

“Will? What's going on?” she asked.

“Someone's there” the husband replied.

He smiled in the darkness. They couldn't see him yet. They though he was the boy. Little did they know.

“Who's there?” she asked. Her voice was music to his ears.

The husband stood up. “You're not Henry, are you?”

“No, sir. I'm not.” The husband rushed him, and he buried his knife in the husband's stomach.

“Run, JJ” the husband said weakly.

He pulled his knife out.

“Will?” she asked. Her voice was shaking.

“Don't be afraid” he whispered. She screamed. He stepped forward, clapped a hand over her mouth. “Sleep” he told her, and he plunged a needle into her arm. A moment later, she fell, dead to the world. He picked her up carefully, bridal-style, and carried her out. Mission successful.