How do I
Go on
By: Thegirlwiththeringonfirewholived
Summary
The BAU is going overseas. Who will they meet in London and will they come back the same?
Prologue
London, England
January 3rd 2014
12:00 AM.
"Carolyn, I should drive you home and then take a cab back to the city," Charlie pleaded to his new girlfriend.
"Charlie, you only live a few blocks, please I'll be okay," she smiled in her kind way.
"Carolyn, the truth is, I have a bad feeling about tonight," he reminded her.
"I'll text you when I get home," she agreed and opened her car door.
"I just have a bad feeling, please let me drive you home," he insisted once again and attempted to take her keys.
"Charlie, I'll call you when I get there," she replied and ducked into her car.
"Just be careful," he sighed and listened to the engine rumble.
"I will," she waved and drove into the night.
Chapter one
Quantico Virginia
10:00 P.M
January 4th 2014
"You're not going to London," Will scolded and smacked his wife across the face.
"I have to," JJ replied, trying to ignore the throbbing. "This killer is fast, so far they've found forty five bodies in two nights."
"How do they know they're all connected?" Will hissed and shut the door, as if that would protect their son.
"They're all 21 year old males, who've gone missing from London. They're all blondes, all dumped in the same way, dressed like mimes."
"How we're they murdered?" Her husband snapped and placed his hand forcefully on her shoulder.
"A balloon in their throats, they all suffocated." she said calmly, not wanting to anger him.
"Go," he growled and turned to stomp away.
"Oh by the way," JJ said firmly prepared to not back down. "I'm taking Henry with me."
"You can't," he began.
"The way you've been acting, I don't feel he's safe," she replied.
"Fine," he hissed like a snake, "Go, I don't like taking care of the brat anyway."
"Will, please, I have to go," she sighed and grabbed her son out of bed.
"I won't let you take him for good," he screamed out, as JJ sped down the stairs. "You bring him back."
"Bring back your brat?" She replied and slammed the front door behind her.
Quantico Virginia
10:30 P.M
January 4th 2014
"JJ, if you don't mind my asking why did you bring Henry?" Hotch asked, as he lay across Garcia's shoulder.
"Will started drinking again," she whispered to him, "Garcia said she'll watch him while we're on the case."
"As long as she can focus," he replied, "we really need you on the case JJ."
"I will be all yours," she assured him and stood up from her desk.
"Then I trust your judgment," he nodded, "now let's bring everyone up to speed on the case."
"The London police don't want to waste anymore time, they've found forty five bodies in two days. They're all 21 year old males, who've gone missing from London. They're all blondes, all dumped in the same way, dressed like mimes. The latest victim was Charlie Smith, last seen with his girlfriend Carolyn Winters at midnight, who said Charlie had a bad feeling that night. He went missing at 12:05, autopsy showed he was killed at 12:10 and was found by a local woman at 2:00."
"Wait JJ, that's only two hours from abduction to being found," Morgan pointed out. "This has to be multiple unsubs."
"Well we'll know more once we've seen the crime scenes and the bodies," JJ explained.
"That's an extreme body count," Garcia shivered.
"These are strange circumstances," Hotch agreed, " London P.D doesn't want to waste any more time. Wheels up in ten."
"I wonder," Emily stated as she and Reid walked out together.
"What," he asked.
"Who is London's BAU?" She smiled.
"What do you mean?" He replied, his curiosity getting the better of him.
"I mean who does usually London call when they are at their wits end?"
London England
5:30 P.M
January 4th 2014
"Single parent household, it was just you and your father. Your mother left, I can tell because when I said single parent, you flinched, that shows anger and if she had just died you would have looked down, showing sadness, no you hand tensed, which showed anger, meaning she left and under rather unfortunate circumstances as well. Yours hands are scared, which shows you consistently dug your fingernails into them as a child. I can tell because, they are very well healed, ten years old at least-
"Sherlock," Watson hissed and held Mary's hand. "Stop harassing the nurses or they will not let you back in."
"I was not harassing, I was merely-
" I do not care what it was you were doing, you've talked your way back in here five times already, if you tell one more nurse that her husband is cheating, that she's pregnant or how many men she were her father, you are going to be thrown out of this hospital and I cannot do this without you."
"Fine John, you have my attention," he rolled his eyes and took Mary's other hand. "We've just been here for thirty hours, eight minutes and fifteen seconds, I'm bored."
"Bored, bored," John shook, with his bloodshot eyes about to burst forth from their sockets.
"Yes, I thought we'd be in and out," he replied, in typical Sherlock tone.
"In and out," John shouted, "In and out, my wife is in labor and your-
"John," Mary hissed, "the doctor will be in here any minute, please you two have been fighting since we arrived."
"Sorry Mary," Watson sighed and walked back to her other side.
"Oh," she screamed and gripped the sides of the bed. "John, the baby's coming now."
"I know dear, but the doctor said you have to be a ten," he said gently.
"No John," she shouted, "a ten or not, this baby is coming."
"Wait, you have to wait for a doctor," he panicked, "let me get her."
"No John," she let a blood curdling scream.
"Sherlock, do something," he shouted.
"Me," he gasped.
"Yes you, you're the clever one," he shook.
"You're the doctor," Holmes reminded him.
"I can't, please Sherlock," he pleaded, as Mary crushed his hand.
"Fine," he sighed and gazed towards the ceiling before guiding out a mess of brown hair.
Out came a tiny replica of his best friend in the entire world. No feature was different, except for one detail.
"It's a girl," he shouted and placed her on Mary's chest.
"A girl," Watson gasped and leaned down towards her.
"She's beautiful Mary," John smiled proudly and bent down to kiss his wife's head, when he noticed something wasn't right.
Her eyes had rolled back into her head and body shook with great fury. Blood filled her mouth and dripped on their new daughter's head. Her entire face had turned blue. Watson had not he wherewithal for his medical training to kick in. All he could was shake his wife furiously, until the doctors ran in.
"Sir, did your wife have any surgeries prior giving birth," they asked, as one whisked away the baby.
"No," John screamed out, as each breath became more of a struggle
"Her appendix burst," the doctor shouted to a nurse," prepare the O-R. Sir you should be with your daughter right now."
"I can't leave her," he called out desperately to his bleeding wife, lunging towards gurney
causing Sherlock to catch him mid-jump, creating somewhat of a ballet movement causing them to both go crashing to the floor.
"John, John, they're going to fix her," he promised, "they're going to take care of her."
"You better be right Sherlock, you better be right," he replied.