She hated them. She was scared of him, of what he was. It was always the same, always one! Why, why were they always freaked out. Well he'll show her just how scary he could be. He would show the world. He was now waiting for the chance to… Little did that stupid girl know… she just gave it to him, just like the others.

The heels of JJ's shoes clacked into the bullpen. "Case for us" she told the entourage around the desk of one Emily Prentiss. She was telling the team of the time when little Emily had decided to wonder off in number 10 and spent the evening playing with the English prime minister's dog. The team sighed, ten minutes was all they were asking before they had to delve back into the world of serial killers and sociopaths. Was it too much to ask. Obviously yes! JJ left the group of people she just darkened with the news. Walking up to Hotch's office to present him with the case. "Hotch another case just in. It looks rough." She warned him. "Okay, conference room in five." He told her. "Got it" and with that she left.

When everyone was seated in the conference room Hotch arrived. Taking the only available seat between Rossi and Prentiss. JJ started. "Okay Roswell in New Mexico has asked for our help. This morning 25 year old Katie Summers was found murdered. In the last two days bodies for 27 year old Jonathan Swift and 30 year old James Taylor have also been found. Their throats were slit and they were abandoned on rides in playgrounds." JJ brought up the photos. Katie was on the swing. Jonathan was on the slide while James was on the roundabout. JJ carried on with the explanation of the case . "There was one other commonality." She brought up each victims face. Hotch couldn't help but notice Prentiss visibly tensed up and he was sure a squeak escaped her lips. But he couldn't tell. "There make up, there made up like clowns." Each victim had had their face whitened. In a rush as their natural skin colour was showing through at points. Their lips were smeared with a red paint while a red nose had been put on.

"So this unsub is organised." Rossi threw in. "Yes they are. The slashing of the throat shows this, with that and the fact that no prints were found on the body and the unsub even did the make up for these people. He's going out of his way to do this. The unsub's proving a point." Reid clarified. "Wheals up in 20" Hotch told the team as he stood up. "Oh and Prentiss can I see you for a moment please." He asked. "Sure" she replied. She just hoped he didn't notice. But who was she kidding he was the BAU's top profiler. What hope did she have?

Prentiss walked in behind Hotch and shut the door. "Prentiss are you okay." He asked. Just like Hotch, blunt and straight to the point. "I'm fine Hotch. Honest!" He knew that was a blatant lie. "Prentiss I saw you tense at the clown makeup. Do they bother you?" he asked. She sighed, "Hotch it's nothing, I'm fine." Why was Emily so stubborn! "Eleanor Roosevelt once said. You gain strength, courage, and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face. You must do the thing which you think you cannot do." Hotch reminded her. "Emily I'm asking again. Do the clowns bother you?" She was shocked did Hotch just call her Emily. But there was no time to dwindle on that. Because now she knew Hotch needed the answer to his question. "Yes" she whispered, feeling like the clowns had all ready defeated her before she even started working the case. Hotch felt sorry for her. This was going to be a tough case for Emily Prentiss