He sipped the wine. It was her favorite, and he could tell why.

He had been watching her for a short time, but that was all he needed. She was beautiful. She was unique and creative. She was tough and very well put together. Her name, was Emily Prentiss.

He had first seen her at a crime scene, not to far from his house. Her eyes looked over the crowd as her hair flew behind her shoulders. She was absolutely stunning.

He was currently in her living room. How did he get in? He needed to make sure she was part of his life. She was due home any minute. He knew she was FBI and knew she lived alone. He snuck into her house an hour earlier, and while thinking of her, released himself on her bed. He hadn't cleaned up, he needed it to be in the most valuable place.

He heard the door open and smiled as a ray of light shined through the apartment through the hallway. He heard the door close and her sigh as she hung up her coat.

He set the glass of wine on the table and bent over the sink, just as Emily walked into the kitchen and turned on the light. "Joe?"

He smiled to himself. Not in any way was he Joe. "Hey Emily. Pipe needed fixin' again."

Emily nodded and eyes the glass of wine on the table. "What's with the wine?"

"Needed a drink. I hope you don't mind."

Emily nodded slowly and slipped her shoes off and headed up the stairs. "I'll be in the shower. Call if you need any help or anything."

He heard the door close and turned. He smiled. She was in the shower. Vulnerable, wet, so sexy…

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the shower being turned on, and Emily's humming. He smiled again to himself before taking out his phone and put on the recorder.

"My name is Kevin Doyle. I hope you all enjoy the music about to be made."