The Worst Day….
Jennifer Jareau was always a morning person. She would get up at ridiculous times in the morning, get changed into her work clothes and had some breakfast. She made her way upstairs and planted a kiss on her son's temple. She made her way down the stairs and out the front door, leaving her son, Henry, and her fiancée, Will, alone at home. She jumped into her casual, family car (the SUV's were always left at work). She remembered the offer that Hotch had told her about. It was her only way to get back on the team. She smiled lightly as she pulled out of the drive way. All she wanted was a nice warm latte to start her day. Coffee at the BAU was always cheap and disgusting, but everyone learnt to like it.
As she pulled into her favourite coffee shop, she realised the two black vans in the parking lot. It was very rare to see unknown vehicles in this parking area. Normally regulars parked here and others parked out on the road. She took in a deep breath and sighed. Every morning was either going to be a rough one or a slow, easy paced one. Today didn't feel like either. JJ brushed the thought off and made her way out the car and up to the café area. She walked through the doors and up to Jordan, the Brewster.
"Here for your regular Ms Jareau?" The young woman asked.
"Yes thanks. How has your morning been?"
"Good thank you. How's your son? Oh and your fiancée?" Jordan queried.
"Good, good. They were still asleep when I left."
"Good to hear. Have a nice day!" the lady replied cheerfully.
JJ nodded and passed Jordan a five dollar note.
"Keep the change." JJ said as she walked back out to her car.
She got in and placed the latte into the cup holder. She fired up the engine and thought of all the stress she was going to enter in about six minutes. The choice to become a profiler really made her head hurt. All the classes she would have to take. The pressure she would have to face out in the field or in really tight conditions. Her thoughts had disappeared when a young girl tapped on her cars window. JJ looked up and wound down the window.
"What's the matter?" She asked when she noticed the tears falling down the young girls face.
"The man who took me wants you. He said he'll…. He'll kill the coffee lady." The child said almost like a whimper.
JJ made her way out of the car. She turned her phone on silent and slipped into her bra (which she hated doing for obvious reasons). The little girl immediately wrapped her arms around JJ's leg. After a moment the girl let go and tightly squeezed JJ's hand.
"My name is Jennifer. You can call me JJ."
The young girl just nodded in agreement.
The pair made their way back up to the shop doors and braced themselves for what could happen.
JJ noticed nine men, at least, holding the store up. They all wore ski masks and black vests. Each man was holding a different calibre weapon. JJ's heart began to sink as she saw Jordan at gun point.
"I thought you would come back. You see, I have a point to make with your team. You are my bargaining chip. Welcome to hell Agent Jareau." The leader of the group chuckled.
"What do you want?" JJ asked warily.
Suddenly a loud bang shook the coffee shop and Jordan fell to the floor in pain.
"You see, when you ask questions like that it just, how would you say it, gives me the urge to kill something. Jordan here will survive. Come with me and no one else gets hurt." The man demanded.
JJ just nodded. She figured her team would find her in time. She looked around and said,
"If I go, you have to let everyone in this building go INCLUDING this little girl."
"Well everyone except you. That there is my sisters daughter, so she can't go either." The man stated.
By the time the building was cleared JJ and the little girl were in one of the black vans. Only the bad thing was, they were blind folded and gaged.
This was my second story. Figured I'd start writing because these school holidays are getting pretty boring! More chapters up soon!
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