A/N: Yep, another JJ in trouble fic. I am going to do this one a bit differently though :) Enjoy!
It was a deep, sicking feeling, one that nagged at his every nerve; instinct almost. And yet, he couldn't place exactly what was nagging him. They were in the field, well technically he was at the BAU and his agents were in the field. Rossi and Emily had gone to interview a former schoolmate of their UNSUB, Morgan and Reid had gone to the secondary crime scene- where their fourth victim had just been abducted from, and JJ. He had sent JJ to interview the parents of one of the victims.
In all honesty, he had sent her their because he was terrified for her safety. Every single one of the seven victims matched JJ to a "T." Blonde hair, blue eyes, successful. And Hotch knew if he even mentioned anything to JJ she would be furious. So, instead of pulling her completely, he had sent her to to interview the family. JJ would be safe there.
They were both fortunate and unfortunate- the case was on their own turf. They were lucky in that the BAU served as their base, that they didn't need to travel, that they could stay the nights in their own beds. They were unfortunate in that this was happening in their own backyards.
"Hotch?" He was shaken out of his thoughts by Morgan.
"What did you find?" He asked, hoping Morgan hadn't noticed him drifting off.
"Same thing. Her apartment was torn apart, blood on the bed and door. Broken window."
"And nobody saw anything?" Of course not, nobody ever saw anything, and when they did, they normally didn't step forward, especially once the FBI became involved. Hotch checked his watch, it was nearing 6:00, he had asked them all to meet back at the BAU at 5:45. Morgan and Reid were there, he just saw Rossi stoll in, no doubt Emily was not far behind.
"Where is JJ?" Hotch asked, looking at each one of them in the eye, hoping someone would say they had spoke to her. When he was met with silence, he pulled out his phone and dialed her number. It immediately went to voicemail. His knew immediately who was his next call.
"Garcia." His tone of voice gave Garcia every indication that he needed her now. "Track JJ's cell." He ordered.
"Y-yes sir," She stuttered as she sitman solely texted Morgan a question mark. In less than ten seconds, she was able to provide her boss with an answer. "Less then a mile from Tiffany Riggs house, sir."
Hotch didn't need to say anything more, they all rushed out the door and piled into one SUV, the lights flashing as they drove towards the given location.
"Emily. Call her again." Hotch bit his cheek as they sped down the highway. In his heart, Hotch knew they were too late, that their UNSUB had somehow gotten to JJ. And as he glanced at his team, he knew they were thinking the same thing.
When they arrived at the address, Hotch had Garcia back on the phone, demanding the phone's exact location.
"JJ!" Morgan yelled as the team spread out, looking for their friend.
"Morgan, you are approximately a hundred feet away." Garcia told him a he headed towards a wooded area.
"Are you sure?" He asked, not liking where this was going.
"You're there!" Garcia shrieked, hoping that they would see JJ somewhere.
Morgan glanced around, his heart sinking, JJ was nowhere in sight. "Baby girl, call JJ's phone." He listened for the sound of the ring and when he heard it, he dashed off running for the sound, his team members right behind him.
It was a distinctive crunch that stopped all of them in their tracks. "Damn it." Rossi moved his foot aside, seeing the demolished phone on the ground.
Hotch looked down, then back up at his team, they all knew what had happened. "Find her." He growled already pulling out his phone to contact the necessary people. "Ma'am." He didn't bother beating around the bush with Strauss. "Agent Jareau is missing."