This is a my take on what happens between Jones and In Heat with the Willifer relationship. This has been edited since being uploaded.
Enjoy.
As I sat at my desk having just finished the recent case file, I couldn't help but think about the wife who had just lost her husband. Giving her the news of her husband's recent death was emotionally draining. I had given the news of loved ones deaths to other families before, but this one was different. I knew I couldn't have done anything to stop what had happened, I wasn't even there. But I had told her 'we would do everything we could', but I truthfully didn't believe it myself. Well I guess that was just another day in the BAU, giving tragic news to families that didn't deserve it.
I quickly spun around in my chair looking at the hundreds of case files that hid the cupboard they laid on top of. I didn't know where to start, I never did. I scanned back and forth seeing if anything jumped out at me, but nothing screamed 'Pick Me!'. I rested my head in the palms of my hands, taking a short break.
Knowing I should get back to work, I rubbed my eyes to try and wake myself up more. I was usually the first person to come into the BAU in the morning, well except for Hotch, and today was no different. I knew I couldn't start another case file until I had had another cup of coffee, so I left my office to head to the break room.
I ducked into Hotch's office. "Coffee?" I asked knowing the answer would most probably be 'No'.
Hotch looked up from his desk, he was obviously finishing up the last case file just like I had been. "Ah, no thank you JJ."
"Okay," I said as I turned and left the room.
Five minutes later the warmth of the hot coffee heated my hands. I inhaled the smell just savouring it for a little while. I closed the door to my office and took my seat. No shorter then a minute after sitting my phone started vibrating on the desk. I placed the coffee mug down and replaced it with my phone.
"Agent Jennifer Jareau," I answered wondering who was on the other end of the call.
"Hello Agent Jareau, my names William LaMontagne Jr, I'm a detective down here in New Orleans. I'm the head detective on a case about the serial murders of three men. And we just found a forth victim. And I was just wondering if your team would be able to help us out."
"If you can just email me the case files on the victims, my team can look them over and-," I told him, only to get interrupted.
"Yeah about that, we don't have those files any more. These murders happened before Katrina hit, and the storm washed all the files and evidence away. I can send you all we have, but all we have is the latest crime."
"How are you sure these murders are connected?"
"I haven't always been the lead detective on the case. My Daddy worked the case before me, but the storm took him. But while working the case he received these letters from the killer detailing the crimes. We just received another letter. We were all sure that the killer died with Katrina, we hoped actually, but he's back, and all I want to do is stop him, before he kills again."
"Okay, just send me what you have, I'll present the case to the team and we should be down there no later then by the end of the day."
"Thank you Agent Jareau, I'll see you when you arrive." He said as he disconnected from the call.
I walked to Hotch's office. "We got a case," I said as I quickly left, and hit speed dial, connecting to one member of the team at a time.
I returned to my office seeing I had received the case file. I looked it over, but there wasn't really much to look at. Just a few crime scene photos and some evidence reports, but we had worked with less.
I headed to the board room, I set up just waiting for everyone one to arrive. Is soon as Gideon sat down on the far back couch I started to present the case. I hoped they would find it interesting, especially seeing as I had given Detective LaMontagne my word that we would be there by the end of today. Luckily they did.
"Okay wheels up in thirty," Hotch said after I had finished. We all scattered out of the room. I headed back to my office grabbed my Go bag, locked the door, and headed down to meet with Emily, Morgan and Spence. We all waited for Hotch and Gideon, before we left for the plane.
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"You must be BAU, Bill LaMontagne," he said as I put a face to the name and voice.
"Hi Jennifer Jareau, we spoke on the phone," I said as I shook his extended hand.
"Well okay, then. I pictured you different," he was attractive, and I too pictured him different, but the way he said it, shook me off balance for a short second. I raised my eyebrows in surprise to no one in particular as I turned to face Gideon and Morgan to introduce the both of them. They exchanged pleasantries and then started to talk about the case.
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I followed closely behind Detective LaMontagne as I tried to step around everything on the floor of the detectives late father's house, but it was no use, no matter where I stood I was always standing on debris, broken glass or things that once meant something more. He started to recall memories of growing up in this house.
"Are you okay?" I asked as I stepped closer towards him.
"Yeah. I just don't want to disappoint him." He looked so sad, I could tell this case was especially hard for him, as he walked back over to Morgan.
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I was surprised when the detective invited me out to a bar to work the case. I had worked with other detectives who had headed up the case we were working on, but I had never received an invitation out before. But it wasn't really 'Out Out' we were still working the case, and that's all I wanted it to be.
He ordered a beer, which I thought was completely strange, he was working. As we talked about the case I tried to put his worries to rest, I think it seemed to work. He reached for his glass. "Do you always drink while you're still on the clock?" I couldn't help ask, finding this behaviour foreign to me.
"This is New Orleans, honey. It's a cultural thing. Where are you from?" he asked shaking off my question like it was nothing, which I guess down here it was nothing.
"Pennsylvania," I answered.
"I take it the folks are a little rigid about the rules up that way," he was so forward it was a little unnerving. "If it makes you feel better, we'll play it Pennsylvania-style tonight," he said as he pushed the beer aside. "I just hate how this guy has a leg up on us, you know."
"Look, I promise, as soon as my team knows anything, we'll hear. Okay?" Again I said trying to comfort his worries.
"Why haven't you married?" He asked forwardly. I was surprised, shocked really. I couldn't tell where this was going, but I knew I had to steer the conversation back towards the case.
"That involves the case, how exactly?"
"It doesn't, I'm just flirting." As I listened to his words, I tried to hide a smile, that I was sure was obviously plastered across my face. Sure I had been flirted with by good looking guys before. But Detective LaMontagne was different. He was attractive, had an accent that could make my heart melt, and he seemed to have an amazing personality. Truthfully he was my ideal guy, but we were working together and if anything happened it would be inappropriate. "It's unprofessional. You don't have to answer that."
"Excuse me, compliments of the women in the blue top." I turned around to see a waitress handing the Detective a drink. I couldn't believe it, what woman has the guts to send a man a drink while he is with another woman. The woman had no idea that we were working, for all she knew we were out on a date.
As she waved at him I scoffed, "Wow, that was bold," I said still not believing what had just happened.
"Well, she might've thought we were just working."
"We are."
"What, are you jealous?" Oh god no was it that obvious.
I tried to hide my embarrassment but I was sure he could see straight through it. "No. I'm just…I'm surprise, that's all."
"You're a lousy liar, too. You haven't had much practice, huh?"
"It's a culture thing, you see," I said as I playfully slapped him on the arm, and passed him the drink the woman had just sent to him.
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After finding out the UnSub was a woman, we didn't really feel like staying at the bar for much longer. I put the files away in my bag and vacated the chair.
"I'll walk you to your car," Detective LaMontagne said.
"Thanks Detective, but we drove here together. Can I get a ride back to the hotel though, I'm sure the rest of my team has left for the night," I said looking down at my watch.
"Sure thing, but on one condition, you start calling me Will. It sounds nicer than 'detective'."
"Well Will, you can call me 'JJ'."
We walked back to the car talking about nothing in particular. It was mostly about the case but a few times we switched to our personal lives. I found out that he had been promoted to detective right after Katrina hit, he had a sister and a brother, neither of which followed in his fathers footsteps, and he was single. The car rides conversations went the same way as the walk to the car's did. The bar was close to the hotel, maybe a bit more then 5 blocks, so it was a short journey.
As the car pulled to a stop I unbuckled the seat belt, and opened the passenger side door. "I'll walk you to your room," Will said.
"That's not necessary, any way we have to work tomorrow, you need to go home and sleep. I'll see you in the morning Detec- Will," I quickly corrected myself.
"Good night JJ," he said with a smile. He waited until I was completely inside the hotel before pulling a way from the curb.
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"So we're looking for a woman who will approach men, comfortable being the aggressor, huh?" Will literally described someone I was not. I would never be able to just go up to a guy and start flirting with him. And being comfortable being an aggressor? I wasn't even all that comfortable being on the other side of that.
"And I'm guessing she'd have to be quite attractive in order to lure them away."
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"You got to admit, these guys are making it pretty easy. I wouldn't follow a stranger into an alley no matter how wasted I was," that was true, even before I joined the BAU, and saw the worst possible outcomes of this situation.
"Yeah, but you're not a man. Testosterone will follow a woman to Thailand barefoot. It's just a fact." Him saying this made me wonder if he had ever done this, he seemed like he talked with experience.
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"Hey," I said as I walked up to Will at the final crime scene.
"Hey there."
"The medic says that her victim's going to be okay…I heard what you did in there. Your dad would be really proud."
"It's weird. I spent all this time focused on closing this case for him, and now its over."
"Yeah."
"I thought I'd feel happy but I just feel lost."
"Because you got to move on."
"Well, now you're leaving? How will I survive a woman like you going so far away?"
This was it, I had told myself to do this a thousand times since we had left the bar two nights ago. Be the aggressor, there is nothing wrong with it. I kept repeating in my head, just to comfort my nerves. "Well, despite what you may have heard, cell phones can be very good for your health." I played it as cool as possible, pretending that this wasn't a big deal for me. He smiled at me as he saw my cell number that I only would give out to family and friends scribbled in pen on the back. But below that was also my home number. I smiled back at him "See ya." I walked away hoping this wouldn't be the last time I saw him. I tried my hardest not to turn back, still trying to play the cool act. And I succeeded.