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A/N: This story guys is to tie in with Episode 8 of Season 6 (SPOILERS)... I got a lovely email off of the equally lovely Angleico3158789 if I could run a story off of the promo pictures where Morgan is acting like a bodyguard for Garcia... so without further ado this was born...

I hope to make this everything you wanted it to be, Helen! =)

Really playing up the prologue here... setting it like a normal episode... call it setting up the case without the team...

Hope you like guys!

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Prologue...

"Hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil"

She walked through the house, wrapping her cardigan around her tighter as she went; she pushed the door open, finding her daughter sitting up reading a book.

"Lights out honey, time for bed."

"Okay mom." She responded immediately, turning the lights off as her mom approached the bed.

Pulling the quilt down she waited on her little girl to get settled before tucking her in, she then bent down and kissed her cheek gently. "Love you, Baby."

"Love you too mom." She said back as she closed her eyes and felt her mom leave the room, leaving the door slightly ajar.

One of the final checks she did was the room at the opposite end of the hallway, she walked in and found her other daughter asleep, text book on her chest, the sheets all scrunched up beneath her feet. She smiled, she had the good life and she knew it even as she put all her daughters' limbs under the sheet, removed the book and tucked her in properly.

"Mom," Her daughter mumbled.

"Go back to sleep, Luc, I'm just tucking you in." She hushed her daughter.

"I've gotta study." She mumbled half asleep.

"Not now you don't. You just go to sleep. Love you." Her mom told her and she finally went to sleep completely. She kissed her daughter and then left the room, pulling the door shut completely. She then took her last trip to the room next door and opened the door to see her son sitting on his laptop, she leant against the doorframe, he took no notice of her there watching him.

"Off." She said flatly, making him jump, "now." She that and walked in, "it's getting late, Sam."

"10 more minutes?" He asked pleadingly, showing his mom puppy dog eyes, "Please?"

"How about I give you 15, and when I come back in I want you off for good tonight?"

"Deal." He said and went back to his game.

"Put some headphones on or something though, Baby, your sister's are sleeping."

"Got it." He told her and grabbed his headphones as his mom left him be, pulling his door shut as she went.

Walking down the stairs she went into the kitchen and found her husband, he looked up from his packing and smiled.

"I'll be back in an hour or two." He promised her with a genuine smile. "I won't be gone too long, just a quick in and out job." He said as he approached her, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close. "I love you."

"Mm, I love you too," She told him as they kissed one another, "I do hate your job though you know that, right?"

"Always have." He told her and let her go, she went over to the fridge, and he went back to his bag, "oh and Jade?"

"Hmm?" She asked turning back.

"I'll be back to tuck you in." He winked at her and she laughed, he went over and kissed her cheek as he stepped behind her and then left her with a smile on her face.

"Oh, Stan?" She called out and followed him towards the door.

"Yeah?" He asked stalling by the front door.

"I'll wait up with a surprise for you." She told him with a seductive grin and he shot out of the door in haste, wanting to be home already. Wanting to feel his wife in his arms like he did every night.

Jade shuffled around the kitchen, tidying it all up what was left from dinner, making the house as tidy as possible.

She stopped when she heard a sudden scratching on the window, followed by a bang.

She knew the neighbourhood, it was safe, that was why they'd moved there in the first place, so she went to inspect the sound, finding nothing to do with scratching, but found a window that had obviously swung open in the high winds; she pulled it too, locking it in quick succession.

She heard a second bang, this time louder and harsher, going back into the kitchen she saw the patio doors swing in the gale and she went and pulled them to, locking them as she went as well. She turned and saw a man standing by the doorway.

He approached her fast, stifling her scream as soon as he began to bubble and erupt in her throat. She felt his gruff hands grab her, and she felt the slice of the long blade penetrate her stomach, felt it be withdrawn and then plunged in repetitively.

Her eyes growing wider with each new stab.

Even as her strength depleted she fought to stop him, to stop him from finding her children, her babies, the loves of her life. She pushed him off, her loosening adrenaline helping her some, but the damage was done and she fell to the floor, losing the battle.

"P-Please." She moaned with her dying breathes, "Leave them." She finally mustered and lost altogether, her face falling flat against the cool kitchen floor, her eyes staying in an emptying stare, blood pooling around her, soaking into her clothes, spreading further around her.

The man went over to her, looked towards the staircase before crouching down and using the blooded knife he cut off a chunk of her blonde hair. He inspected it, glee in his eyes and then sniffed it, before storing it away and taking off to inspect the rest of the house.

He crept up the stairs, the knife at his side, dripping blood on the floor, he went in search not knowing who was up still, he knew the husband was out, he'd watched from across the road after all. He saw the son's door shut, and looked to his left, he saw the door ajar.

He went over and pushed it too. He went in and looked at the little girl sleeping soundly. She must've sensed someone was in her room as she moved in her sleep, waking up slowly.

"Mommy?" She asked out, no answer came but the softness of a pillow as it was put over her face to stifle the scream that began to come out as the man, much heavier than her father, sat on her.

Her breathing began to become struggled before slowly.

It didn't take long for him to move onto the next girl's room and exact the same wounds and death to her, he had to be more forceful though, she was older, and stronger.

He stepped into the well lit hallway and looked at the remaining door as he slipped yet more locks of hair into his pocket, not quite the blonde he wanted, but still blonde, still collectable to him.

He stood in front of the door, grabbed the door handle and opened it to reveal the son; he was concentrating on the moving computer images, not interested in what was going around him.

The son wasn't right.

He pulled the door to and left.

He'd gotten what he'd came for.

It didn't take long for the son to become aware of the time, and with it he became aware of the loss his family had been dealt.

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A/N: Whatcha think guys? Want more?