You were well aware you and Spencer had a stalker. The last unsub you hunted down was let go, for reasons you couldn't even grasp. You'd been getting threatening emails and voicemails, so had Spencer, and a strange man had been seen at your children's school. You hated yourself for letting your kids stay home with a sitter, but you knew the team needed you both.

You arrived home, immediately sensing something was wrong. Your kids didn't immediately run to you, your sitter didn't call, "Spencer, {{user}}, is that you?", and the most obvious anomaly? The blood stains on the wall. Damn it.

You dropped your bags and ran further into the house, stopping in your tracks, your heart doing the same as you saw the sitter laying on the floor in a pool of blood. You checked their pulse, but they were already cold. Spencer ran in behind you, as he saw you run in and stopped when he saw the sitter on the floor, and yourself stood there, your face growing paler by the second.

"{{user}}, where are the kids?" he questioned. He already knew the answer; the unsub had taken them, but he didn't want it to be true.