AN: So, it's been a bit of a delay on this story but I hope there is still interest out there. I know where I want to go with this the trouble is finding the time. Would love to hear any and all feedback and constructive criticism.

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Emily Prentiss sat stiffly on the old couch of the Hudson's living room on Thursday evening. Garcia had told them about another execution style murder of another brunette just that morning, and though Morgan and Reid hadn't joined them from Baltimore yet, Hotch had sent her and Rossi to Lima, Ohio to look into the death. Speaking with friends and family of murder victims was always rough, but when the victim was so young it made it worse. Like the previous interview with the other teen that had found Rachel Berry's body, Emily was quite willing to let Rossi take lead in the conversation.

"Can you think of anyone who might have wanted Rachel Berry dead?" SSA David Rossi asked carefully after Finn had finished describing how he and Kurt had come across the body of their classmate.

"Well, a lot of people find her annoying but I don't think anyone actually wanted her dead," Finn replied.

"Annoying how?" the veteran profiler asked, knowing that any little piece of information about the victim could prove useful in the long run.

"Well, Rachel is . . . was . . . wow, it seems weird to refer to her in the past tense," Finn said, completely forgetting to answer the question Rossi had just asked.

Sitting beside her son, Carole placed a hand on Finn's shoulder and gave it a supportive squeeze. "Is this really necessary?" she asked, looking at Prentiss as she voiced the question. Apparently the mother in her was looking to Emily as a fellow woman to have a little sympathy in the situation. "He's already been through a lot and the police have already talked to him."

"I know it's hard," Prentiss said sympathetically. She could understand Mrs. Hudson's feelings on the subject as well as empathy for the teen. After all, she had lost friends and colleagues before to. It never got any easier but the first time never left anyone. Besides, the last thing they needed was another upset parent telling them they had over stayed their welcome as Mr. Hummel had. Though they planned on trying to talk to Kurt again in the morning, Prentiss had her doubts about whether they would get in the front door. If that was the case, then Finn Hudson was their best source of information right now. "However, these questions are necessary to our investigation. We never know what bit of information, even if it seems insignificant at the time, may be the key to solving a case."

"She was already dead when I found her. It's not like I saw who killed her," Finn blurted out.

"We understand that," Rossi replied, keeping his voice slow and steady. He could hear panic in the teen's voice and knew he needed to tread carefully. "And you've been a great help to us so far in describing what you did see. But now we need to know more about Rachel."

"Why? What does it matter? She's dead now," Finn replied, raising his voice and getting to his feet.

Rossi got to his feet and stepped in front of the teen. He knew the kid was about to bolt and what he said next could mean the difference between getting the information they needed and not getting it.

"Yes, your friend is dead, and I'm so sorry for your loss," Rossi said, looking the teen in the eyes. "Nothing can change that but what you do have the power to effect is whether or not we find her killer before she claims another life."

Finn sighed and then plopped back down on the couch next to his mother. Reaching out, Carole wrapped her arm around her son's shoulders and pulled him close.

"What do you want to know?" Finn said resignedly.

Rossi sat back down in his chair facing mother and son. "You were saying that Rachel Berry could be annoying. Could you be more specific?"

"Well, she was focused on her dreams. She wanted to be a Broadway Star and she wasn't going to let things get in the way of that dream. She wanted and felt she deserved the spotlight and would throw tantrums if she didn't get her way."

"Do you think she would hurt someone to get what she wanted?" Rossi asked.

"Well . . . " Finn started, trying to figure out how to answer the question. It felt wrong to be speaking ill of her now that she was gone. "Physically, no I don't think she could hurt anyone but well, she doesn't always use the best judgement with her words. She's been known to say some insensitive things. Those of us in Glee Club are kind of getting used to it."

Rossi glanced over at Prentiss. Though not yet out of high school, their latest victim seemed to be very career oriented. That coupled with the fact that she was a brunette meant that she fell into the type their UnSub was searching for.

"Is there anyone you can think of that Rachel Berry may have rubbed the wrong way with her personality?"

"Enough to kill her?"

"Yes."

"No. I mean we're still in high school. For most of us setting up someone for an embarrassing moment is revenge enough for us."

"Had anyone done that to Rachel before? Set her up for an embarrassing moment?" Prentiss asked.

"Well, yeah. I mean some of the cheerleaders could get kind of mean with their comments about the videos that she posted online." Finn replied, having overheard Quinn and the others on occasion. "You don't really think anyone at the school killed Rachel do you?" Finn asked.

Rossi took a deep breath. He didn't want Finn Hudson or any of the other students at McKinley High starting to doubt one another but he also didn't want to give the teen a false sense of security. "Until we find the killer there is no way to know for sure, but as this death fits a pattern of others that we are investigating, chances are it's someone outside of the school, perhaps even outside of Lima."

"So any of us could be danger from this killer?" Carole asked in alarm.

"Our UnSub has a particular type but an increase in vigilance would be advisable. Anything that seems out of place to you or suspicious should be reported to the police," Prentiss told her.

"Should I keep Finn home from school?"

"I can't tell you what to do, ma'am, but going about your lives as normally as possible is what I would advise at this point."

Carole nodded, though both profilers noticed that the fear never left her face.

Rossi glanced over at Prentiss and silently communicated his intent for them to leave. The raven-haired profiler gave a slight nod in acknowledgment.

"That's all the questions we have for now," Rossi said as he and Prentiss stood. He reached into his jacket pocket and withdrew one of his cards. "I thank-you both for your time. If you think of any thing else or have any concerns, please call me," he added, holding the card out to Carol Hudson.

"Thank-you," Carole replied nervously, taking the card from the FBI agent with shaking hands.

"We can see ourselves out, ma'am," Prentiss added, with a small nod.

The two profilers turned and headed for the front door both wondering if they had done more harm than good with their visit.

She had found the house of Carole Hudson and was kind of disappointed. It seemed as if the over-achieving soccer captain hadn't fared so well outside their hometown. The house was small and looked a bit run down. Still, she hadn't gone running back to mommy and daddy when her husband had died, so in that way, Carole Hudson had been a success.

So far she had only caught glimpses of her old schoolmate through the windows. Either she had the day off from the hospital or she had called off due to circumstances. She had also spotted a tall teenager within the house, probably Carole's son Finn. For now, she was going to be patient and hope she could carry out her plans when Carole was alone but she knew she couldn't wait too long - the black SUV parked in the driveway told her that.

Movement at the front door prompted her to move further behind the bushes she was using for cover. Though she could no longer see the house or the people come out of it, she did recognize the voices.

"Rachel Berry fits the profile, though she's younger than the previous victims," Agent Rossi said.

"Could be she wasn't a planned target but one of convenience that caught the UnSub's attention and reminded her of the ones she is seeking out."

"You said she? You think the UnSub is a woman."

"Yes, I do. I think the UnSub has specific targets in mind, hence the jump from Baltimore to Glenshaw and now to Lima. If we include Todd's murder, than she was the start of a spree of revenge that has brought the UnSub to Lima. I also don't think that Rachel Berry is the UnSub's intended target here."

"Then we should get Garcia to start looking for people currently living in Lima that has links to the previous victims. This might be our best chance to catch her."

"I've also been thinking of something else, Rossi. The type of gun used, it's the same type of gun that JJ carried."

"You can't seriously think JJ is our UnSub?" Rossi asked incredulously.

"She did go missing the same night that Jordan was killed. She was also supposed to join us and never did. I don't think we can dismiss the possibility."

She never heard Rossi's reply as the sound of car doors closing drowned it out. As the vehicle's engine roared to life, she knew that she was now racing against the clock. She needed to carry out her plans and move on before the FBI agents put more of the pieces together and she knew how quickly they could do that.

Before she took care of Carole Hudson though, there was someone new she needed out of the way. Prentiss suspected her and she couldn't have that. Besides, the death of an FBI agent could be just the distraction she needed to carry out her original plan and get out of town.

Besides, friends didn't suspect friends which meant that Prentiss had never really been her friend. She deserved to die for lying to her just like the others had.