Criminal Minds2005

David Rossi:
I was here on a serial rapist in '88. It was pretty short work. The guy wasn't gonna win any IQ contests. The day after we, uh, collared him, a local detective was driving me to the airport, and, um, he hears a call on his walkie of kids screaming in a house not far from where we were. He asks if I mind taking the job in with him. We were first on the scene. Inside we found...

Derek Morgan:
[placing the case file on the table] Found this.

David Rossi:
The ax had been left behind, but it had been wiped clean. It turns out it belonged to the family. The, uh, oldest daughter, Connie, told me her father bought it on Christmas Eve a few months earlier, to cut down the Christmas tree. Now I, uh, always associate the whole thing with Christmas. Never been able to put a tree up myself again.

Jennifer 'JJ' Jareau:
So he... he never hurt the kids at all?

David Rossi:
Not physically.

Derek Morgan:
But he would have known that the kids were in the house.

David Rossi:
He only hurt the parents and then left.

Emily Prentiss:
Okay, so using a weapon he found at the scene and not eliminating all of the potential witnesses, that makes him disorganized.

Derek Morgan:
But he left no evidence, which suggests he's organized.

Jennifer 'JJ' Jareau:
There was a fingerprint.

David Rossi:
But it was behind the bedroom door. I don't even think he knew it was there. There should have been prints in other places, but they were wiped clean. An open back door, a... a drinking glass left in the kitchen. And that one good print... was not a match anywhere. I've been over this a million times. I... I keep thinking if there was just one more piece, one more thing to go on. The answer was right in front of me.

Emily Prentiss:
He might be dead.

David Rossi:
I have to be sure.

Derek Morgan:
Rossi, if he's dead, you may never really know.

David Rossi:
When we arrived on the scene... before any of the other units got there, I could hear them... before I even got out of the car. It was a warm morning and the, um, the windows were open in the upstairs bedroom. And their voices... floated out into the street. They were crying and calling for their mommy and daddy. Three terrified children screaming for their murdered parents. I've seen so much death and pain, but that sound... it's been twenty years and I can still hear them screaming every night... crying. If I can't tell them for sure that whoever's responsible will never do it again... that screaming might never stop.