Emily had noticed a young teenager following her to work each day. The first few times, she figured your school might be on the same route; until she saw you following her on the weekend. What on Earth were you trying to do? She was getting worried. Maybe you needed something and didn't know how to ask. That was until she realised who you were. She'd seen you before. Your step-father was a serial killer that her and the BAU had caught. Maybe you had questions for her? Maybe you wanted to see your step-father's file? She didn't know, but she wanted to get to the bottom of it.

When she noticed you following her again, she turned around, not missing the way your cheeks burned a shade of red. "Can I help you, Mel? You've been following me for days and I don't know if you want something to do with your step-dad or what, but please let me know, so I can help."