Dissclaimer: I own absolutely nothing except for the serial killer that I created for this story.

A/N: This story will be Hotch/Prentiss so if you do not like that pairing please do not flame just don't read it. Thanks to all and here is the first chapter and the second one will be slightly longer and up probably later today or tomorrow morning.

Chapter One: At First Sight.

Her smell, her laugh, her beauty, her entire being was completely intoxicating. From the moment she walked into the bar he knew without a doubt that she would be his next. Sipping at his third martini he literally had to resist the urge to grab her right then and there. He couldn't be sloppy, not like the last time. The FBI was already on his tail and he was certain that if there was one more slip up he would be caught.

She was standing by the bar holding onto a cold beer and chatting with a petite, cute blonde but he wasn't interested in the blonde. For as long as he could remember he had always only been attracted to brunettes. The little blonde's cell phone went off and she excused herself momentarily. Normally he would watch them for a few days, get their daily routine memorized and wait for the perfect moment to snatch them but it had been a little over two weeks since his last kill and he was itching with impatience. Maybe he could follow her home after she left the bar and if there weren't too many witnesses around he could just make a grab for her then. No, it was too risky.

The blonde came back over and the beautiful brunette's heart sunk when she saw the expression on her face. She threw down a few dollars for the beer and the two of them made their way through the crowd to the exit. Quickly downing the rest of his martini he jumped out of his seat and moved fast so he could head them off at the door. He felt his entire body tingle with excitement and anticipation when their bodies collided. Her thick, dark brown hair smelt of vanilla and lilacs and he had to physically restrain himself from running his fingers through it.

"Oh, I'm so sorry." He apologized, flashing a pearly white grin.

"Don't worry about it." She smiled back and then headed out into the parking lot.

Once she was completely out of sight he looked down at what he had snatched out of her bag. He thought that it was her wallet but when he flipped it open his eyes widened when he saw the FBI badge. Agent Emily Prentiss; it looked like this was going to be even more fun than he had previously imagined.