Ok, So here is a new story, not related to anything I've written. JJ/Spencer, MAYBE H/P, but I don't know yet :3 Let me know what you think
"Really Reid, again?" Prentiss laughed, picking up Reid's "rocket" and tossing it to him. "Déjà vu."
"Did you know that Déjà vu isn't real? IT is all in your mind. Your brain begins to-"
"Spence," JJ laughed, lying her head on top of his. "Not now. Please."
"I'm sorry," He smiled at her, blushing.
"Gross," Morgan pretended to gag, chunking paper at his head.
"I know. I can't stand your face either," Reid said innocently.
"Ouch…That one backfired," Morgan laughed, clapping him on the back before propping his feet up at his desk.
"That's what she said," Prentiss smirked.
"Really?" He laughed, shaking his head.
"Who said what?" Reid frowned, looking confused.
"I'll tell you later," JJ chuckled. He had come a long way since he started hanging out with Morgan, but he still had a lot to learn.
"Much later. Conference room, now." Hotch strode past them, file in hand.
"Great," Morgan muttered, standing up and stretching.
"Let's go," JJ sighed, walking in the direction Hotch had went, Prentiss following behind her.
"You coming?" Morgan waited for Reid.
"Yeah," He got up and they walked to the conference room.
"Garcia, if you would." He waited for their tablets to be updates.
"There you go bossman."
"Thanks."
JJ read over it briefly before sighing. "Alright. Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. They've had an outbreak of murders. But the MO is what has the police puzzled. There is no traces of a physical abuse, torture, or neglect. All were killed quickly and painlessly by a chemical."
"What chemical?"
"The lab techs are running it now. There have been six victims so far over the course of two weeks."
"Sounds like our normal serial killer."
"As if. Look at there's." JJ took out the photos, sliding them around the table.
"He…writes on them?" Prentiss raised an eyebrow.
"Yes. On their backs."
"Every victim has it."
"What does it say?"
"It's segments from the Declaration of Independence. This one," She pointed to the photo next to Hotch, "Is the first segment."
"When in the Course of human events, it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another, and to assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the Laws of Nature and of Nature's God entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation."
"Wow Spencer. Did you read the whole thing?" Morgan joked.
"Actually, I haven't. Just half."
"Oh brother," Morgan sighed.
"Then victim number two has the preamble…"
"We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights,[74] that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness. That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed, That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness. Prudence, indeed, will dictate that Governments long established should not be changed for light and transient causes; and accordingly all experience hath shewn, that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable, than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed. But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such Government, and to provide new Guards for their future security."
"And so on and so forth. Every new victim has the next segment."
"This is very odd…"
"Indeed. Which is why they need us. Wheels up in 40."
"Another day another dollar," Morgan grumbled, going to get his bag.
"Spence?" JJ remained behind, studying him.
"Hmm?" He had been frowning in concentration.
"You amaze me," She smiled at him.
"H-how?"
"I don't see how your brain holds all that stuff up there," She grinned at him, messing his hair up.
"You know, there really is no capacity-"
"Spence," She laughed. "Come on. Before we get left behind."
"So do they have anything on this guy yet?"
"No. He is highly organized. No prints, no fibers, nothing. He makes sure to leave nothing but the body's."
"Look at the red around some of the letters. What is the cause of that?"
JJ flipped through the Coroner's report until she found what she was looking for. "There are traces of rubbing alcohol there. They believe he erased some words and re-wrote them."
"That would explain why they are even and in a straight line. This guy has some major OCD going on," Morgan frowned. "Did they remove the writing from the bodies?"
"No, they thought we might want to see it."
"Good."
"We need to find out where he is getting these bodies from. When killings start, the neighborhood is generally on alert."
"Victimology is all over the place. Look at this," He spread the photos out. "Three females, all different races and age groups. Three males, all different ages, only two are the same race. They all vary in body types and looks."
"So is he randomly picking these people off the streets?"
"That's what we have to find out. So far we know four important things; he is OCD and highly organized, and doesn't care who he is killing."
"What is the fourth?" Prentiss frowned at Hotch.
"He won't stop until we catch him."
_
"Thank God," A tall, sandy haired man walked over as the team entered the police station. "Phillip O'Neil. I'm the boss around here."
"SSA Aaron Hotchner. This is my team: Emily Prentiss, Jennifer Jareau, Derek Morgan, and Spencer Reid."
"I've heard of you. Most everybody around here has. Aren't there two others?"
"Our Techinical Analyst doesn't come with us, and David Rossi is sick."
"Okay."
"Where can we set up at?" JJ smiled at him.
"We already turned our largest interrogation room into a command center. He have the victim boards, maps, and evidence all up and ready to go. Files are sorted. We want to get this guy."
"Thank you, it's a big help."
"Follow me."
He led them to a fairly large room that had several bulletin boards around a long plastic table. Six chairs sat around the table and a computer was set up at one end.
"If you need anything, let me know."
"Will do, thank you." Hotch shook his hand before shutting the door.
JJ sat her bag down before spreading out the files, grateful they had already been stacked.
"He seemed…helpful," Morgan commented.
"A little to helpful," Hotch frowned.
"Another puppy dog trying to impress the big dogs," Morgan chuckled.
"I'm used to it by now."
"Hotch, they've identified the chemical."
"What is it?"
"Pure carbon dioxide. There are traces of it all over their skins."
"Direct exposure can be deadly; you can't breathe CO. You have to have oxygen. Soon your blood with stop supplying oxygen to your brain and vital organs, and your body will shut down." Reid frowned.
"Maybe he doesn't want them flawed? They found no wounds on the bodies."
"He has to have the perfect writing surface…" Hotch sighed, raking a hand through his hair.
"JJ, Reid, go talk to the first three families. Prentiss, Morgan, take the other three. I'll take a local officer and go to the dump sites."
"You are driving," JJ smiled at him.
"W-what?" He yelped.
"You're driving."
"JJ," He groaned as she handed him the keys.
"You'll do fine, come on." She shoved him out the door.
"Hotch, you might have two more bodies," Reid called back with a groan.
_
"So have you seen anyone lately?" JJ asked, staring out the window of the car.
"N-no. Have you?"
"No. After Will left last year…I guess I just gave up. No one would want to go out with me."
"Why do you say that?" He was gripping the wheel so tightly his knuckles were turning white, his eyes wide as he drove.
"Relax, Spence," She giggled. "It's just driving."
"I hate driving," He muttered. "But why do you say that?"
"Because I have a three year old son, and my job takes up a lot of time. Plus I don't exactly look like I used to."
"Not true."
"What?"
"It's not true, you know?"
"What isn't?"
"All of what you said. There's someone out there that wants to go out with you right now, you just have to find him," He stammered over the sentence and blushed. JJ narrowed her eyes suspiciously before smiling.
"I'll keep that in mind. Which house is this?"
"Victim number one. Bryan Sanders. His mother is a widow."
"Alright. Let's get this show on the road."
JJ got out and waited for Spencer before walking up the house, knocking. They waited, and the door finally cracked open.
"Hello?"
"Ms. Sanders? I'm Jennifer Jareau, with the FBI. This is Spencer Reid, my partner. Can we ask you a few questions?" She gave her a friendly smile.
"I suppose." She opened the door and stepped out onto the porch, wrapping her sweater around herself; a brisk breeze had picked up, chilling the air. "This is about Bryan, isn't it?"
"Yes Ma'am."
"What do you need to know?"
"Did Bryan ever express any concern about anyone? Ever mention someone following him, or say he felt like he was being watched?"
"No. He was a quite boy. Kept to himself for the most part. He was a book worm, liked to stay inside and read when all the other guys were out playing football."
"I see," Spencer didn't miss the glance JJ shot at him. "Was he doing ok in school?"
"Yes, He was making all A's. He would have graduated in the top ten," She choked up a little bit.
JJ sighed, knowing it was going to be a long day.
"What happened?" JJ frowned as soon as she caught sight of Hotch's expression.
"The hotel only booked one room," He muttered, raking a hand through his hair. Prentiss looked amused, winking at JJ.
"Uh oh." She frowned.
"Two beds and a single pull out couch."
"I'm not sleeping with another guy!" Morgan put his hands up in protest. "No offence, Reid."
"None taken," He chuckled.
"I'm not sleeping with him either," Prentiss frowned. "No offence."
"Once again, none taken. I don't want to sleep with them either."
"That's it. We are drawing straws." He grabbed three and cut them all different lengths. "Two longest sleep together, two shortest sleep together, medium straw sleeps alone."
Spencer looked nervous as he drew a short straw, waiting to see who would pull the other one. Prentiss pulled a long way, much to his relief. She was a good friend, but he wouldn't feel comfortable in a bed with her. Morgan fist pumped when he drew the medium straw, earning a glare from the team.
"What can I say? I'm a lucky man."
Hotch looked nervous as JJ drew her straw; there was no good place for him now. He would either be stuck next to Reid or Emily.
"It's your lucky night, Reid." Morgan slapped him on the back as JJ drew a short straw.
"Whatever," He blushed.
"Let's go get something to eat and head to bed."
_
JJ groaned as she woke up the next morning, glancing menacingly at the clock. It read 5:00. She sat up and looked around, tucking her hair behind her ear. Spencer must've already went to get coffee, and from the sound of it, Prentiss was in the shower.
She let out a sigh of relief, grabbing her bag of toiletries and a change of clothes; the bathroom had two showers, like ones you would find in a school. It would be nice not to have to wait. She opened the door and laid her stuff on the counter, turning the shower on before undressing. She stepped inside, lying the plastic bag in the corner before letting out a soft sigh as the hot water hit her shoulders. She was about to start washing her hair when someone cursed from the next stall over; and it wasn't Emily.
"Dangit. Hotch, Morgan, whoever, can I barrow some shampoo? Mine just spilt all over the place."
JJ's hand flew to her mouth, her eyes widening. She wasn't sure what to say, her mouth just opening and closing.
"Hello?"
"S-Spence," She stammered, nearly choking on the word.
"Oh my god," She heard him yelp and something hit the wall. "Oww."
"Spence?" She frowned in considered, a blush creeping up her face.
"W-what?" His voice came out in a squeak.
"Are you alright?"
"Y-yeah. I think. Um, what are you doing in here?"
"I thought Em was taking a shower, so I was going to get mine in early. I'm so sorry."
"I-it's alright." She heard him take a deep breath. "So do you have none flowery smelling stuff?"
"Lucky for you I do," She laughed and threw it over the divider.
"Ha," He managed to catch it and she heard him scrubbing at his hair.
"Spence?"
"Yes?"
"How exactly are we going to do this?" JJ smiled to herself as she rinsed her hair out.
"I'll wait until your done then you can get dressed. After that, just hand me my boxers and a towel and I will be good."
"Alright." She finished and stepped out, toweling off before getting dressed. She wrapped her hair up in the towel, blushing as she picked up Spencer's towel and his black boxers. "Here."
"Thanks."
"Mhm." She started going through her bag, pulling out a toothbrush, but nearly dropped it when Spencer stepped out. He had put the boxers on and was now running the towel through his short hair. She watched him respectively, surprised she never realized how toned he was.
"What? Do I have something on my face?" He frowned.
"N-no." She realized she had been starring.
"Ok then," He chuckled, grabbing his razor and some shaving cream.
JJ brushed her teeth as he shaved, cocking an eyebrow when he noticed him starring at her this time. "Yes?"
"You wearing that to work?" He smirked at her; She was wearing a large grey hoodie and sweats.
"Totally, Hotch would defiantly approve. You wearing that?" She retorted playfully.
"Yes." He laughed, pushing her playfully before washing his face off. "Much better."
"So when you said someone was out there…" She said as Spencer pulled on his jeans.
"Y-yeah?"
"Who'd you have in mind?" She looked away, putting her stuff up.
"I…I don't know." The carefree Spencer was gone, the awkward one taking his place.
"Well, I had someone in mind."
"You did?" He sounded sad.
"Mhm."
"Do I know him?"
"Yes, Actually."
"Name?"
"Not telling," She smirked.
"What does he look like?"
"Hm…Well, he is tall. Has brown hair, muscular yet lean. He is very cute. Has gorgeous brown eyes, and a personality to match them. He is an amazing friend."
"Figures," Spencer muttered and JJ smiled before gathering her things.
"Look in the mirror, Spence," She said softly as she left the bathroom.
He did as he was told and his eyes widened. "J-JJ!" He ran after her.
_
JJ smiled as the team entered the small breakfast diner, trying to find a booth to fit them all. She hadn't given Spencer the chance to talk to her since they had been in the bathroom, and he was beginning to grow frustrated.
"JJ-"
"How about that one?" She grinned, pointing to a booth.
"Yeah, sure. JJ, look, I-"
"Wonder if the food is good?"
"JJ," He sighed.
"Huh?" She hid a smile.
"Can we-"
"I call sitting beside Hotch!"
"JJ!" Spencer finally spun her around and kissed her, his nerves getting the better of him.
"Woah!" Morgan broke into a wide grin. Emily giggled giddily.
"It's about time."
Hotch continued walking like he hadn't seen anything. If he was being honest with himself, he was glad the boy had finally made a move. She had been hitting on him for forever.
"Reid," Morgan cleared his throat as people started to stare, but he held up a finger and continued kissing her. They finally pulled apart, a wide grin on JJ's face.
"Wow," She smiled. "When'd you learn to do THAT?"
"About two minutes ago."
"Did we really just kiss for two minutes?" She titled her head, throwing her arms around his neck.
"As thrilled as I am for y'all, let's eat. Please?" Emily laughed.
"Fine," Spencer smirked as they sat down.
"What exactly invoked you to take charge? I'm proud of you," Morgan slapped him on the back.
"She kept cutting me off! I've been trying to talk to her ever since we took a shower this morning!"
Hotch choked on his coffee, his eyebrows shooting up. "What?"
"Oh my," Emily giggled.
"It wasn't like that," JJ blushed.
"Actually, it wasn't." Spencer smirked. "But that was payback."
"For what!" She protested.
"Ignoring me on purpose."
"Sorry," She giggled, kissing his cheek.
"Let's eat!
So there is chapter 1 :o It was VERY long, but the others should be shorter. I intended on this being a one shot, but it turned into a romance, and I have a ton of idea for the case, so it's going to be a little longer.