A/N: My second story will be multi chaptered. Not sure how many chapters since I haven't figured out all the details yet. But I am confident that the characters will tell me what to do as the story continues (and of course I do have a rough storyline). Story takes place in an AU post 6x18 Lauren. Doyle is dead and Prentiss back at the BAU. When a serial killer starts a killing spree and the victims look exactly like Emily, the BAU team is alarmed – and rightfully so. Doyle might be dead, but he still poses a threat. There will be some dark stuff in the following chapters. Oh, and JJ is back. The good old times! Have fun! Reviews are appreciated.

They found her! Her team didn't give up on her! The relief was overwhelming and she let go…

Morgan's face… He talked to her, but she couldn't hear his words, couldn't focus. Light… brighter than anything she ever had seen. Freezing cold.. from deep within her. Someone held her hand… and then... nothing but darkness.

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6 months later

They all did it, but no-one talked about it. When a new case came up and they saw the pictures of the victims for the first time, each member of the BAU team compared them to him- or herself, to the other members of the team, looking for similarities.

This time it was like a slap in the face. Three women so far and they all looked exactly the same. Long dark hair, dark eyes and a slender figure. And as if that wasn't enough they all had been successful strong women, financially independent, relying on no-one but themselves in life.

It was as if the unsub killed their colleague, Special Agent Emily Prentiss over and over again. The similarity was too close to home this time and of course it was Morgan who pointed it out.

"Prentiss, who did you piss off?"

It was meant as friendly banter. They all had a deep respect for the dead and would never make fun of the horrible things human beings were capable of doing to their own race. Nonetheless sometimes it was too much and a joke was the last straw to keep them sane. They all would laugh and then go back to the gruesome hunt for the next serial killer, terrorist, whatever. Except this time Prentiss didn't laugh or make one of her usual snide remarks in return. She just stared at the photos and looked alarmingly pale. In an instant Morgan's mood switched to concern.

"Hey, what's the matter?"

But the moment was gone. She pulled herself together.

"It's nothing! Just the rib, you know, sometimes it still hurts."

Six months ago Emily Prentiss had fought her nemesis, Ian Doyle, and almost had been killed. She survived and was approved fit for service physically and mentally. Some injuries though left her in pain from time to time even these days, like a sick gift from Doyle she would never be able to get rid of. Her connection to Doyle had started out as an undercover assignment and turned into a story of love, betrayal and revenge. He had been her target and she had brought him down. That he would escape from prison and come after her hadn't been part of the plan. But now he was dead. They had caught him not long after they had found her dying on the floor in an abandoned warehouse. But she didn't die and came back to work. The family was reunited. Yet the fact that she had been an undercover agent, capable of faking a romantic relationship with a terrorist, was something some members of the team dealt better with than others.

Reid and Rossi knew that sometimes when you looked to deeply into the abyss it looked back into you. Reid had been kidnapped and tortured and was very aware of the things one was able to do to survive or to bring your nemesis down. Rossi didn't judge other people. He was too old and had seen it all. He knew that life was a bitch - on a good day.

Garcia and JJ were just glad that their friend was back. Garcia, being the lovely nerdy sweetheart she always was. JJ, being back as their liaison, having decided that her career moves were her choice and her choice only. Furthermore the team needed a blonde since Seaver was back at Quantico to complete her training.

They all knew that Morgan still had problems with the situation. It wasn't about the fact that Prentiss had slept with a terrorist, but about the lack of trust. He had felt that something was utterly wrong and she had told him nothing about the danger she and they all had been in. He knew that she only had wanted to protect them. The fact remained however that he wasn't sure what else she wasn't telling him.

Finally there was Hotch. As always he was hard if not impossible to read. Most of the time he was business as usual. Only people who knew him inside out could recognize that he checked on one member of his team with increased regularity. On the surface there was no change. Underneath they all were aware that during an operation he made sure Prentiss wouldn't be the first to go into the house of an unsub or to interview a suspect alone. She and Morgan always had been the storm troopers of their unit. Lately it was lonely for Morgan at the top and it was only a matter of time before Prentiss or Morgan would address this.

JJ continued explaining the facts. The women had been kidnapped and tortured for three days before they mercifully died of their wounds. They had to find and stop the serial killer before he took his next victim.

She flipped the file shut. "Jet's ready!" She announced.

Just an average day... just another monster to catch...

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To be continued