We head towards a small Island off the coast ofAtlantic City,New Jersey. In the center was a mansion. To the east was a light house and to the south a harbor. This was the family home of the Jareau's, a family who's roots go back to the Revolution inNew Jersey. Now, we head inside where we find James Jareau. He had blonde hair and hazel eyes.

"Yeah, no he can come for all I care" said James on the phone, eyeing a colt revolver on his table. Next to that was a file labeled as "Classified" "That freak of nature can come after me for all I care, just promise me one thing" he stopped nodding his head. "Protect her…" he managed to get out before the line went dead, a window blowing hard letting in the breeze.

He got up off the couch and cocked his colt, his eyes trained on the front door. Before anything could happen though, he was struck from behind by a fist. He got knocked down and was crawling away, trying to reach the colt that fell out of his hands. When he got the gun, he turned ready to aim and shoot but stopped short. "Son?" he asked. The island was then only home of howls and growls.

"…And in other news, James Jareau was found murdered at his family mansion just 3hours ago" Said the news anchor Jason King. "The maid was setting up for the day when she came across the horrific scene." The news camera goes to the co-anchor, brown haired Kelly King.

"That's right Jas, James was former head of Interpol and the successful owner of a gentlemen's club and three casinos." She stopped to catch her breath. "He was the third victim found murdered of any connections to the government, is this a…." The TV went dead as Reid turned it off.

He turned towards Morgan, "Jareau, as in related to our Jareau?" Derek shrugged his shoulders, "It's possible, we don't really know a whole lot on JJ's back story." Just then, Emily and Garcia came in, talking happily to one another. Emily went to make a cup of coffee as Garcia sat down besides Morgan. "So, what's going on my sweeties?" she asked.

"It seems that JJ's father was murdered yesterday" said Reid.

Garcia's eyes went wide and her mouth parted a bit, "Does she know?" she asked her friends. Emily finally came back after finishing putting sugar in her coffee. "Does who know what?" she asked, only hearing the final comment. "I have no idea baby girl" said Morgan, answering Garcia. "And, does JJ know that her father was murdered yesterday" he answered Emily. Emily's eyes went wide at the mention of father. "JJ's father" she barely whispered, and the people around the table nodded.

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We head towards Hotch's office. There, we find David Rossi in a black suit with a red shirt. Across from him was BAU lead agent Aaron Hotchner, or Hotch to his friends and family. "Are you sure about this?" asked Rossi. Hotch looked at his long time friend and still mentor with an eyebrow raised, "Am I sure about what Dave?" he asked. Rossi pointed to the phone, "About answering this call, if we go we may learn things that are best kept buried" he told him. The phone rang, and as Hotch grabbed it, "Im sure" he told Dave.

"JJ's POV-Flashback

"You can't leave me" I yelled at the boy in front of me. He had sea green eyes and shoulder length brown hair. He was wearing a black and red flannel jacket with a white t-shirt underneath it. He wore faded jeans that went to faint green work boots. Over his right eye was a nasty scar that stopped parallel to his nose and went through his eye. He just smiled a charming smile at me as he raised his eyebrow that look going towards my wardrobe. I had nothing on save boxers and an old t-shirt of his, my feet touching the wet ground as it rained yesterday.

"You know why I have to leave Jen" he stated to me, moving to put both of his hands on my cheeks. "I can't lose you" he whispered, "It's only a matter of time before they place there anger on you as well, I can't let that happen". I put my hand around the back of his head, bringing his forehead to rest on mine. "I don't care about them I only care for you" I whispered to him. He smiled at me a bit as he took my hand off his head, holding it in one of his. The other took out something from his pockets. It had a silver chain with the end of it coming to a black cross with a white rose in the center of it. I instantly knew what that was as I looked at him. "Someone gave this to me, telling me to give it to the woman I love" he whispered as he put it around my neck, "That person is you Jen".

"But..." I began, but he stopped me with a hard kiss. It lasted for a few minutes, then he let go. "Even though were both as sinful in this relationship, I would never forgive myself if you get hurt or worse" He told me, truth shining in his eyes as he back away. He got into his classic muscle car that he restored and drove off.

I looked down at the cross and whispered, "We'll see each other soon" and went inside the house.

End Flashback"

I awoke with a start at that dream, the same one that went over and over inside my brain whenever it got close to Valentines Day, his birthday. I got up and went to get a shower, stopping at the mirror to see my hair was a mess. 20mintues after a warm shower, and another 10mintues of brushing here and there, I walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a green towel. As I was getting ready to change, the phone started to ring. I picked it up, "Hello, JJ speaking".

"JJ, it's Hotch" spoke my boss. "We got a case inAtlantic City,New Jersey". At that, my heart dropped. "Is it...?" I asked, not daring to finish it. "Im sorry JJ, your father was murdered last night". I sat down on my bed, to shocked that my father was dead. "I know you need some time, but since you're the local" started Hotch. I nodded, "Yeah, I'll come and I'll get this bastard" I told Hotch. "Ok, see you at the jet" and the line went dead.

After 5mintues of changing, I was ready to leave. I grabbed a picture off the bookshelf. It was of when I was just 13, my hair just to my shoulders. I was sitting between the legs of him. He was wearing a flannel shirt, t-shirt and shorts. I was wearing a tank top and cut off jean shorts. Behind us was an old abandoned playground we used to go to. "I hope this has nothing to do with you" I whispered to the picture, leaving the apartment.