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This fic is going to be connected with my fic, Girl's night out, which was wrote for Chit Chat corner's third round challenge. Flames101 (yes I named and shamed :P) suggested I should write about what happened in LA, so I did just that! You don't have to read Girl's night out if you don't want to but it's on my profile. This is going to be a series of three, I think, about what happened before, during and after the time Girls night out took place. Let me know what you think!
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JJ headed back into the set up briefing room where her five colleagues were painstakingly staring at the board full of information on the latest case. Morgan paced the room in frustration; their UNSUB, Billy Flynn, had got the upper hand on him and tied the profiler up, helplessly Morgan watched as Detective Spicer was killed and his young daughter, Ellie, was taken. Four hours had gone by and the sun was rising, although there had been several sightings and a few deaths, the team were no further along than they were when they arrived in LA but now the media's focus had intensified as had Detective Kerzbard's anger.
"Then what the hell should we do!" The experienced LAPD detective directed his anger to Hotch
JJ placed the coffee and bagels onto the table and silently handed on of each to her colleagues before intersecting the emotional police officer before his voice turned into yelling. "Detective, your partner's sister is here again. Maybe you could try and reassure her that everything is being done to get her niece back"
"What is being done?" He barked before JJ handed him the final coffee in the holder.
"You have a full profiling team at your disposal and the whole of LAPD looking for this guy. We need to regroup but yelling isn't going to help anyone do anything faster" JJ spoke softly and watched as the older man processed her words, he nodded before leaving the room without another word.
The team let out a synchronized breath of relief, all giving JJ an appreciative glance while sipping their coffee. Hotch told Morgan to sit down, so they could all go over the geographical profile again before turning to JJ. "Did you get the new profile out to the media?"
JJ nodded, trying to explain what was going on before she was interrupted. "Yeah but I'm being inundated with calls about Detective Spicer's death and..."
Garcia's serious face appeared on the screen. "Guy's line one"
"What is it baby girl?" Morgan asked in concern upon seeing the usually flamboyant technical analyst, stare at the screen sombrely.
Garcia spoke quickly, "The UNSUB's on line one, I haven't got his location yet"
Pressing the button on the phone, Hotch shared a glance with each member before answering. "This is Agent Hotchner with the FBI, who am I talking to?"
There was a long pause but rustling could be heard down the phone line. After the unit chief asked who was there again, a groggy and deep voice filled the room, through the speakerphone. "I... not you... I don't want to talk to you"
"Who do you want to talk to?" Hotch's voice was firm but encouraging as they waited for the UNSUB to respond.
A few seconds passed again in silence "The blonde"
The eyes in the room turned to JJ before Hotch confirmed all their suspicions, that he meant their media liaison. "Excuse me?"
"The blonde on TV, I want to talk to her" JJ froze as Hotch turned to her to bring her closer to her the phone. As she was about to speak, a dialling tone could be heard. "Garcia what's going on?" Reid asked as his eyes darted to the screen.
"He hung up" Garcia's eyes widened as she began to type
"What? Did you get his location?" Prentiss stood, looking towards Morgan whose temper had apparently returned.
"No... I did everything... I don't under..." Garcia typing paused momentarily as JJ's phone rang.
Seeing the caller ID she answered, noting that everyone was watching her. "Jareau. Yes. When? Thanks."
Hanging up, JJ took the TV remote from the table and switched on the plasma. "What's going on?" Rossi asked as the five agents watched the TV as JJ clicked through the channels. Finding the local news station, a news reporter stood in a traditional suburban neighbourhood with the headline 'Prince of Darkness terrorizes suburbia' highlighted at the bottom of the screen, with JJ's press conference playing on a split screen.
"Do we know where that is?" Prentiss asked as they watched the camera span the cordoned off street, a few police officers stood with flack vests near their car.
JJ nodded looking out into the bullpen to see Detective Kerzbard rush towards the exit. "Near Huntington Park"
Hotch grabbed his jacket and watched as his colleagues gathered their own belongings. "Let's go"
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