AN: Thank you to AWChic who suggested that I should do something with Emily, JJ, and Catherine for the 200th episode. I had a few other ideas that didn't fit into this story so I'm going to do a Take 2 sometime soon.

Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds. Catherine Jareau is mine along with any other characters you don't recognize.

PART 1

Come as you are, as you were,

As I want you to be,

As a friend, as a friend,

As an old enemy

- Come As You Are, Nirvana

Tuesday February 4, 2014

8:00 pm

Spencer completely engrossed in a thick-stapled document comes to a stop inside of the elevator and makes a note in red.

JJ watches him with barely hidden amusement, "Hey Spence."

He looks up in surprise, "Oh. Hi JJ!"

"Something interesting in that?" She asks nodding to the papers.

Spencer grins at her, "It's the newest copy of Catherine's thesis."

JJ rolls her eyes, "How much too long is it this time?"

Spencer frowns, "I've been crossing out sections so only about ten pages too long. She doesn't know I have it… You won't tell her will you?"

JJ laughs at Spencer's worried look. "No, I won't tell her, but it's on your head if she finds out. How did you get it anyway?"

Spencer blushes, "Garcia copied it off Catherine's air server, because I couldn't find the copy she was planning to give to Blake."

JJ frowns, "You mean her cloud?"

He scrunches up his nose, "Yeah, that sounds right."

JJ steps out of the elevator.

Spencer follows her, "JJ?"

She sighs, "Yes Spencer?"

"Do you want to come over for dinner?" he blurts out.

JJ frowns, "Spence-"

He interrupts her, "Catherine has her late class tonight and then we were going to watch a film. You could come over and eat with us."

JJ sighs.

Spencer continues, "You could bring Will. Henry could sleep in the spare bedroom." He holds the doors open for JJ.

She nods her thanks and considers the situation before answering, "You haven't picked an English movie have you?"

"Well no," he mumbles, "But I know how to turn on the subtitles, or we could pick a different film."

JJ places her hand on Spencer's arm.

He stops walking and turns to face her.

JJ sighs, "I just want to go home Spence. I want to see my son and take a nice long bath."

Spencer frowns, "That was a no to movie night right?"

JJ smiles faintly, "Yes. Thank you for the offer, but I just want to go home. Give my love to Catherine. I'll call her before it gets too late."

JJ starts walking again.

Spencer's eyes follow her as she gets into her car and drives away.

9:57 pm

I drop my bag by the door when I get home and wander off in search of Spencer. When I find him, he has already got the sleeping bags, pillows, and popcorn set up in the living room. I don't bother to hide my smile. Spencer is too tall to lie down on our couch, so couch cushions wrapped in sleeping bags are definitely the way to go. I chuckle when I notice the TV is set up and the remote pointed at the DVD player, ready for Spencer to press play.

After a few properly worded arguments he learned how to use the DVD player. It is truly a good thing tonight since Spencer is the one who insisted on a movie, and I'm too tired to set everything up properly.

I walk up to Spencer, throw my arms around his waist, and rest my head on his chest.

He wraps his arms around me, and kisses the top of my head.

I lean into him and inhale; Spencer's scent always brings a silly smile to my lips.

"Long day?" he murmurs.

I yawn and nod, "Too long. I missed you. Did you make out okay?"

"I missed you too," Spencer answers. "Yeah, we caught the guy." He pauses, "I invited JJ over."

I tilt my head up and start to turn my head to look for my sister.

Spencer catches my eyes, "JJ said she was going home, that she'll call later, and that she sends her love."

I yawn, "Did Henry call to say good night?"

Spencer tucks my hair behind my ear, "Yes, he did, and he was sorry he missed you."

I nod, "Did-"

He cuts me off, "The message is on the answering machine. I didn't listen to it because Maura started off in a croaky voice with, 'Hi Spencer this message is for Catherine, not you'."

I laugh quietly, "Okay. I'll listen to it in the morning."

Once Maura realized that Spencer was the one checking the messages most nights she started a one sided conversation with him, but unlike myself, he's not allowed to call her back. Spencer has to wait until he answers the phone when she's calling. It's happened several times over the past year and a half, and Maura is continually amazed by Spencer's recollection of what she has previously said.

"Did you eat dinner?" Spencer asks, "If you didn't there is a plate in the fridge for you."

I stand on my tiptoes and kiss him gently, "Thank you Spence, but I already ate."

Spencer sits down on the couch. "Popcorn?" he asks, holding the bowl out to me.

I smile, sit down next to him and take the offered bowl.

Spencer presses play and I curl into him, popcorn forgotten in the face of what promises to be an interesting movie. They always are when Spence has the chance to pick.

A few seconds later, I roll my eyes when I realize that Spencer picked a Russian film. It's sweet and for a good reason; I'm supposed to be keeping my conversation skills current for the next time the Ambassador calls to check on my progress not just in Russian, but French and German as well. It is adorable that Spencer is trying to help, but I'm exhausted and he hasn't picked a single English film in weeks.

10:45 pm

Spencer pauses the movie.

I frown and turn to him, "Why did you do that?"

He raises an eyebrow, "So we can brush our teeth and find pyjamas. The movie is five hours long Catherine."

I groan, "Spencer it's a weeknight! I have to go in tomorrow. Why did you pick one that was so long?"

He frowns, "Because I haven't seen this one in a while and if you had come home early enough to eat dinner, we could have started watching while we ate."

I frown and stand up, "I can't make it home earlier Spencer. I take the bus to school now. My timing depends on their schedule, not my own."

Spencer crosses his arms; "I never get to spend time with you here."

"I'm not the one who's gone for several days in a row," I say as I walk out of the living room.

I take a few minutes to calm down as I put on my pyjamas, brush and plait my hair.

When I get back, Spencer is already lying down on top of the cushion stuffed sleeping bags with both of our phones within arm's reach.

"I'm sorry," we blurt out at the same time.

I smile and lie down on top of him.

He laughs and pulls the afghan off the coffee table, covering me with it.

I yawn and settle in for the rest of the movie.

11:30 pm

I'm half asleep, and only partially paying attention to the movie. Why oh why is it five hours long? A phone rings; I ignore it. I'm perfectly content letting Spencer's heartbeat lull me to sleep right here on the living room floor.

Spencer kisses my head and whispers, "Catherine wake up, your phone is ringing."

"Mhmp," I moan and silently refuse to move.

He sighs, and answers my phone with a "Hello, Catherine Jareau's phone, this is Spencer Reid speaking. How might I direct your call."

I smile into Spencer's chest.

"Hi Will. Why are you not calling from your house or cellular phone? No- no she's not. She said she was going home." He pauses, "I don't think so." I can hear the frown in Spencer's voice. "It'll take a minute or two Will, she's practically asleep."

Spencer runs his hand up and down my back a few times. "Wake up sweetheart," he whispers, "Will needs to talk to you."

I grumble, "Mhmp."

"Catherine," Spencer's voice is sharper.

I frown and stick my hand out from under the afghan. I open and close my hand to get Spencer's attention.

He sighs and places my cell in my hand.

I hold it up to my ear. My hello comes out more like a grunt.

"Catherine?" Will asks.

"Mhm," I answer.

"Catherine?" There is the distinct sound of barely restrained panic in Will's voice.

"Will?" I mumble.

He exhales loudly, "Catherine, have you heard from JJ?"

I yawn widely, "No." My brain kicks in, "Why?"

Will's voice cracks, "She hasn't come home."

I frown, "Spencer talked to her before he came home and Jenny said she was going home."

I can hear the frown in his voice, "I've checked the entire house, and she's not here Catherine. Have you heard from her?"

"No, but give me minute and I'll check my phone." I look at the missed calls section and frown, "Jen didn't call Will but she told Spence she would."

I can hear Will moving around, "I'm calling Hotch next and if he doesn't have any answers I'm going to the BAU to get some."

I roll off Spencer and sit up.

He copies my motions.

I take a breath, "I'm coming with you. I'll-"

Will cuts me off, "No you're not. You're going to stay home until someone calls for you."

I growl, "Damn it Will! She's my sister!"

Will's voice is harsh, "She's my wife Catherine! And you know very well that Spencer will agree with me. You are not coming."

I lash out with my foot, kicking the couch. "Who is going to watch Henry?" I ask hostilely, silently hoping this is my way in.

Will's answer, "I'm taking him with me," cuts me deeply.

I stutter, "Will, I- I-"

He hangs up.

I look down at my phone angrily before throwing it at the couch.

"What's wrong?" Spencer asks as he fails to catch my bouncing phone.

I glare at him, "You know what's wrong!" I frown, control my anger, and apologize, "I'm sorry Spence."

He nods once.

I take a deep breath and let it out slowly, "Jenny is missing."

Spencer frowns, "Are you sure? Couldn't she have just changed her mind about going home and gone out with Garcia?"

I shake my head, "Penelope is on a date."

Spencer frowns, "How?" He sighs, "Never mind. What about Morgan, Rossi, Hotch, or Blake?"

I sigh, "Derek has a date. Dave is supposed to be working on his next book. Aaron should be home with Jack and Beth." I blush faintly, "Alex might possibly be reading the newest draft of my thesis."

Spencer opens his mouth.

I frown, "I am sure that she's not hanging out with Jenny."

Spencer frowns, "Cruz?"

I purse my lips, that name is strangely familiar, "I don't know them."

"He took over after Strauss-" Spencer cuts himself off.

I nod. Then I make a face, and raise an eyebrow, "Why would Jenny be hanging out with your new boss?"

Spencer opens his mouth and closes it again.

"Spence," I say cautiously.

"It's nothing," he says quickly, too quickly.

I cross my arms, "Spencer Walter Reid, I-"

He cuts me off, "I think JJ might be cheating on Will."

I stand up, "How could you say something like that Spencer!"

He stands and holds his hands up defensively, "I've caught them sharing strange glances, they've shown up and left together several times, and they stop talking when other people are around. Catherine I-"

I shake my head, "No! It's not possible. Either take it back, or put it out of your mind right now! Maybe they know each other but Jen loves Will, she would never cheat on him!"

Spencer frowns, "I-"

"Please Spence," I beg shamelessly, "She wouldn't. I know she wouldn't."

"Alright," he sighs, "I take it back."

I nod once.

"What is Will going to do?" Spencer asks quietly.

I glower at the floor, "He's going to call Aaron and then go to the BAU if Aaron doesn't know anything."

"And Henry?" he asks.

I scowl, "Will is taking Henry with him."

Spencer turns away from me, "I'm going to go change."

I open my mouth, "Spence, I-"

He interrupts me, "No you can't come Catherine."

I frown, "That wasn't what I was going to say."

He turns around and cocks his head, "Oh, then what is it?"

I blush, "I wanted to apologize for yelling at you."

Spencer closes the distance between us and wraps his arms around me. "It's okay sweetheart. You understand people better than I do, maybe I missed something."

I roll my eyes, "You read people just fine Spence, but this is Jenny."

He nods knowingly, "She's your blind spot."

I huff.

Spencer kisses my forehead, "I need to go change Catherine, just in case they call us in."

I nod sullenly and watch as Spencer disappears down the hall into our bedroom.

12:05 am

Spencer reappears in the living room just as I'm finishing putting the couch cushions back onto the couch.

"Do you want me to roll the sleeping bags?" he asks quietly.

I nod but don't turn around as I fold the blankets; I've already put the pillows away.

Spencer walks up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist. He bends over a little and rests his chin on my head.

I tense slightly before relaxing into him.

"Hotch called," he whispers.

I freeze.

Spencer sighs, "Go get dressed. Hotch agreed that I can take you with me on the condition that you don't do anything except look after Henry."

I spin around and hug Spencer tightly, "Thank you."

Spencer tilts my head up, "You were right when you were talking to Will. JJ is your sister, and you deserve to be there if something happens. Hotch said he will send you home with a babysitter if you do anything stupid."

I kiss him briefly before spinning away and taking off down the hall in search of every day clothes.

12:30 am

Spencer stops me from running down the stairs.

I cannot hide my impatience, or my nervousness as we climb into Spencer's little blue car. I buckle my seatbelt and place my backpack on the floor by my feet.

"Catherine," Spencer says cautiously as he backs out of the parking space, "Did you make any phone calls while I was getting ready?"

I take a moment, trying to structure my answer in a way that won't see me left behind at our apartment. It doesn't look good so I bite the bullet and answer, "Yes."

Spencer purses his lips as if he knows my answer even before he asks; "Whom did you call?"

I chance a glance over at Spencer as he shifts gears and pulls out of the parking lot.

"Abby," I whisper.

Spencer frowns, "Not Emily?"

I turn my head to look out the window so he doesn't see me blushing, "I was trying to call Emily, but Abby answered her phone."

Spencer sighs, "Tell me what happened."

I'm unsure how to answer, "Spence I-"

"Catherine, Hotch will need to know what Emily has been told, so he isn't caught flatfooted when she calls," he grinds out. "It will be a when and not an if, if Abby mentions anything about the call she accidentally intercepted."

I cross my arms defensively, "Spencer-"

Spencer's eyes flash, "Catherine, this is important. Tell me what you told Abby."

I sigh and give in to his demands.

11:45 pm

4:45 am London

I pick up my cell phone and dial a number I know by heart simply because I've dialed it so many times over the past twenty months.

The muffled voice on the other end of the line answers with, "Hello?"

I frown, that is definitely not the voice I was expecting to hear. "Abby, why do you have Emmy's phone?" I ask.

"Catherine? What are you? Why? Why are you calling? What time is it?" she mumbles sleepily.

I take a deep breath, "I know it's late Abby but I need to talk to Emily."

I hear rustling. "It's not late Catherine, it's bloody early! I-" She stops, "Why are you calling?"

I roll my eyes, "Emily! Abby, I need to speak with Emily."

Abby snorts, "Tough luck kiddo, you're stuck with me. Princess Prentiss forgot her phone at home and I'm sure as hell not bringing it to her at four in the bloody morning! What's wrong? We weren't expecting to hear from you until this weekend. Did you get Maura's message? Did she say something that would necessitate you calling this early?"

"Yes I got the message, but that isn't why I'm calling. I arrived home late so I haven't listened to it yet. It's- it's Jenny, Abby…" I trail off.

I've got her attention now, "What about Jennifer?"

I can hear my voice trembling, "She didn't make it home. She's missing Abby. No one knows where she is."

Abby sighs, "And why do you need Emily?"

"Abby!" I gasp.

I can practically hear Abby crossing her arms, "No, I'm serious. Emily is running the London office of Interpol now Catherine. She can't just drop everything on the off chance that something is wrong. Even if something is, she's far too busy to help."

I am stunned, "Please Abby; Emily is supposed to save Jenny, she promised. I promised. I'm supposed to call if something goes wrong."

Abby sighs, "Catherine you are twenty-three, almost twenty-four years old, you need to grow up! We live an entire ocean apart. There is no need to bother Emily; she's supervising several really big cases right now."

I gulp down some air and try to respond, nothing comes out.

Abby continues not unkindly, "If, and that is a big if, something is wrong I'm sure your friends there will find her. If Jennifer actually has disappeared you need to let the team do what they do best, their jobs."

"Wait-" I stumble, "Abby! Please!"

"Good night Catherine," she says and hangs up.

12:50 am

Spencer sighs, "I'm sorry Catherine."

I close my eyes, "It's fine Spence."

He shakes his head, "No it's not. What Abby said was hurtful and unnecessary. I don't think you need to grow up I think you've grown up just fine." He whispers, "I love you."

I turn my head to smile at him, "Thanks Spence. I love you too."

"We'll be there soon." Spencer frowns, "Do you know if Henry is going to need anything extra tonight?"

I reach over and pat his hand, "I think Henry will be fine Spence. Will knows how to pack for him and I'm sure he doesn't know what's going on."

Spencer squeezes my hand, "We'll find her Catherine, I promise."

A few minutes later Spencer pulls over and parks the car.

I look up and frown. "Where are we? This isn't Quantico."

Spencer looks at me nervously, "Hotch asked me to make a stop on the way in."

I narrow my eyes, "What is going on Sp-"

A knock on my window stops me short and makes me jump. I look up to see Derek leaning against the car.

He gives me a half smile.

I unlock my door and start to get out of the car.

"Wait Catherine!" Spencer exclaims, "You can't get out of the car. Hotch said so."

I turn my burning eyes on him, "I am going to say hello to Derek and then I will get back into your car Spencer, but you will be telling me what is going on."

"Okay." Spencer gets out of the car and nods to Derek, "Morgan."

"Reid," Derek answers.

I roll my eyes.

Derek hugs me tightly, "How are you doing Princess?"

"'m fine," I mumble into his chest.

"No she's not," Spencer pipes up. "She's trying not to freak out," He pauses, "Did I read you properly?"

I shift uncomfortably.

Derek laughs and releases me, "I'm sure you did pretty boy." He looks down at me, "He's all yours now Princess."

"Jealous?" I stick my tongue out at him.

Derek laughs, "Not in the least." He cocks his head and stares at me, a frown on his face, "When was the last time that you slept?"

I cross my arms; "I was falling asleep when Will called."

Derek sighs, "You need to sleep more."

I raise an eyebrow at his miss-buttoned shirt, "So do you and you're clearly not lacking sleep for the same reasons I am. How's your girlfriend Derek?"

He laughs loudly.

I roll my eyes and turn around to see what Spencer is doing. I gasp, my knees start to tremble, and threaten to give out.

Derek grabs me before I can rush past him. He wraps his arms around me, pinning my arms to my sides.

I continue to panic and start to struggle, "No! Derek! No! That's Jenny's car, you have to let me go! What if she's in there?"

"JJ's-" Derek's arms loosen slightly and I press my advantage, however miniscule it might be. I stomp on his instep with one foot and kick the inside of his knee with the other.

Derek lets me go with a grunt of surprise.

I take off running across the street and come to a screeching halt beside Jen's car. "She's not in there," I whisper.

Derek follows and stops beside me, "If you would have just waited a minute I would have told you that JJ isn't inside her car, Catherine."

My legs do give out this time and Derek scoops me up before I hit the pavement.

"Come get your girl pretty boy." He says quietly, "It's all right Catherine. Just breathe."

I can hear Spencer come around the side of Jenny's car.

Derek transfers me into Spencer's waiting arms.

I don't bother to protest.

Spencer makes soothing noises and rubs my back.

"I thought she was dead," I mumble into his neck. "I thought you brought me to where she died and you were just going to leave me in the car."

Spencer sighs, "You're not thinking logically. If JJ really were dead I never would have brought you to the murder sight. I would have kept you as far away as possible. Also there would be lots of cops, and FBI agents, and yellow police tape."

I inhale Spencer's scent and try to calm my racing heart. Realistically I know he is correct, but this is Jenny we're talking about. I lift my head and look at Derek who looks back worriedly. "I'm sorry for kicking you," I whisper sheepishly.

Derek laughs, "At least I know you can react in real life the way I taught you to in practice."

Spencer sets me down and the three of us walk back to the car.

I curl up in the back seat with my backpack on my lap and try not to listen as Derek tells Aaron what they have and have not found.

1:30 am

We arrive and Spencer parks the car in his favourite spot.

Derek is out of the car in a flash, but I can't move. Reality is really settling in. Jenny is missing, but she didn't die in her car, nor where they found her cell phone. I'm terrified. What if the team can't find her? What if she dies? I wonder if this is how Jenny felt when I was kidnapped?

Spencer walks around the front of the car and opens my door for me. "Come to me," he murmurs affectionately.

I step out of his car and into his waiting arms. "Lie to me," I whisper.

Spencer frowns, then sighs. "Everything is going to be fine Catherine. Jen just decided to take a ridiculously long walk. No one is worried. Everyone is at home, asleep in bed, not on their way here."

"Liar," I murmur.

He hugs me tightly and kisses me gently, "We need to go inside now."

I nod once, swallow my tears and follow Spencer into the BAU.

AN2: Thanks for reading, please review. Just curious, how many people like Will as a character? Thoughts on Abby?