*Perfect*

(Amelia's P.O.V)

I was feeling exhausted, and nausea was beginning to burn at the back of my throat. This guy had changed his MO just because some stupid officer or whatever decided to share private information with the press, who then proceeded to title him the 'Flawless Killer'. And now there was an innocent woman with her throat slit, and no signs of sexual abuse. He was more violent and rash, which made him a lot more dangerous.

I had let Reid drive in the fear I'd fall asleep at the wheel, or lose concentration and send us both to the hospital. I honestly was fatigued, and Reid noticed there was something wrong with me. His gaze kept flitting to my face, which he had noted as being pale.

"Uh, I think this is the house," Reid stated, pulling up outside a large, Victorian manor.

"Wow," I breathed. "She can't have had good security. She was taken from her home, right?"

Reid nodded, his brows tugged into a thoughtful frown.

I led the way up the drive, where two flashy cars were pulled up. Reid squinted disapprovingly at something, but I left him to his own thoughts.

Upon reaching the door, I rapped my knuckles twice against the solid wood and waiting patiently. "What's wrong?" I asked quietly as Reid appeared at my shoulder.

"Oh, uh, nothing," he said quickly as a man's face appeared at the door. He squinted and peered through the glass, before opening it a slight bit.

"Can I help you?"

I gulped. "Yeah, uh, are you Thomas Riley? Husband of Alice Riley?"

His eyes widened and flickered between the two of us.

"We're with the FBI," I stated, holding up my badge. "I'm Agent Shields and this is Dr. Reid. Can we come in?"

His lips quivered as if to protest, but then he decided against it and unclasped the lock, allowing us passage.

This guy was definitely paranoid. But why? Surely he'd be more upset.

I smiled at him as I brushed into the hallway, but he merely glared at the floor and directed us to the living room.

The first thing I noticed that was odd was the lack of heat. An icy breeze raked through the house as if it had been deserted for years. Reid shivered slightly, and I shot him a questioning glance, but he merely shrugged.

Thomas pointed to the sofa - neatly made up - and I perched myself silently on the edge. My fatigue have been overcome with a rousing suspicion that something wasn't quite right here.

"Uh, Mr. Riley," I began, taking note of the complete tidiness of the house. "Can you tell me where you were on the evening Alice was taken."

Something unrecognisable flashed through his face. "Why, I was... uh, right here. In the living r-room."

I frowned. "You didn't hear anything?"

He shook his head, refusing to make eye contact with either of us.

"The T.V was on. Alice... she was in t-the kitchen. On the other side of the h-house."

"How long have you been married?" Reid questioned, tilting his head forward slightly.

Thomas paused. "Three years," he stared nervously.

"And how long have you lived in this house?"

There was a pause, then his hands suddenly clasped and his shoulders sagged. Was he relaxing? "Three years."

Reid scowled at the floor. Nobody said anything.

"Mr. Riley?" His head slowly inched up, and I struggled to suppress a sharp intake of breath. His face was completely relaxed; his eyes were open and staring directly at me, his lips were set in a tight smirk.

"Why, aren't you pretty?" He said, as if noticing me for the first time. His voice seemed more controlled and steady, and it took me a moment to realise that this was a completely different person.

"Excuse me?" I said, struggling to keep my voice straight. I was beginning to feel uncomfortable in the presence of this man.

"You're... perfect," he mumbled, as if talking to himself.

Reid looked alarmed, and suddenly turned defensive. "Excuse me, Mr. Riley, but I think you should stop speaking."

"Oh, but she's so... pretty. And flawless. Look at those eyes. Her skin is so pale," he murmured, his eyes probing every inch of my face.

Reid gritted his teeth and I abruptly stood up.

Thomas looked offended, but then his eye twitched and he turned nervous again. "W-what's wrong?" His voice was low and raspy, and his hands trembled under the cuffs of his shirt.

"Mr. Riley, we're leaving. Please call us if you can think of anything else that might be of use to our investigation." I handed him a card and marched to the door. Reid was right behind me.

As soon as I was out, I sighed deeply with relief. "We need to run a background check on Thomas Riley. I think he has Dissociative Identity Disorder."

"Yeah, he switches between a nervous character and a more dominant personality. After the switch, it didn't seem as though he remembered what he had said, and seemed confused when we left. This is common with D.I.D, so I think you're right. But it's his dominant side we need to be careful with; did you hear what he was saying about you? And he lied."

"When did he lie?"

Reid climbed into the passenger seat. "He said he'd lived in that house for three years; through the window, there are boxes of things to be unpacked in the main bedroom. That shows he's almost just moved in."

I cast my mind back and shook my head. "He said that when the dominant side took over. And the house... it was too tidy. Too perfect. There weren't any personal belongings, no photographs. Nothing to say that he's lived there for any more than a month. But why lie?"

"We'll run background checks into the family," Reid said, shrugging. "Let's get back to the precinct and tell the others."

*Duh, duh, duuuuuuuuh! I bet you clever profilers can guess what's going to happen 'cause I ain't very subtle with these things. Haha. But these guys are going to figure it out later because, well, because I want them to...

Wow. This was a pretty long chapter. And I know; three updates in a week! I'm on fire! Haha. Thank you for reading! :D*