Jennifer Jareau met William LaMontagne Jr. whilst in her junior year at high school, and they had a one-night stand after a heavily drinking evening. The next morning she woke up without him. She didn't tell him or called him when she found out that she was pregnant, not knowing his full name or have his number. He was a senior and she was a freshman. 9 months later, Jareau gave birth to her son and named him Alexander Jareau. Alexander grew up with his grandparents while Jennifer went back to her college studies, and then later to the FBI academy in Quantico, VA. Now, 16 years later, Alexander and Jennifer live together in a small house, having a cat. Since Jennifer joinder the BAU, she moved with her son to Virginia, Jennifer's working full time at the BAU and Alexander living his life too.

"Alexander, are you up yet?" Jennifer yells while balancing a bowl, a spoon, a cereal box and the milk to the counter.

"Yeah, I'm up. No need to yell," Alex grumbles as he enters the kitchen, occupying one of two bar stools that are at the counter.

"Sorry, honey. I'm in a hurry. We've got a case, it's in New Orleans."

"Cool, buy me a stamp, will you?"

It's kind of a tradition that whenever his mom's out of town, she buys him some postal stamps to him in which he collects.

"Always, honey. Now, uh… I didn't get much time to buy food, so there's money on the card here." She hands him a card which he puts in his wallet, and she continues: "also you know where the gun is, how to use and when. I've talked to Pen. She will be excepting you …"

"After I'm done for today," Alexander finishes for her. "The gun's in the drawer upstairs, and the second one's in the living room. Also this room consists of some very sharp knifes if I ever where to need it. There's extra money in case of an emergency in the safe, behind my bookshelf in my room. I have to change the pin code to the security system when I get home, also have to double check every door and window before leaving and going to bed. We've done this before, mom."

Jennifer smiles, nodding her head. "Yeah, we have. Oh, sometimes I forget how many times I've left you. But I know you're almost an adult. Besides, you're very mature for your age." It sounds like she's convincing herself that she's not a bad mother, something's she's not. Alexander sighs and drops his spoon. He walks around and hugs his mom, trying to assure her.

"Don't be upset, mom. I can take care of myself. I'll be okay and you have to catch some bad guys so I will stay okay."

Jennifer hugs her son back. She feels both sad and happy at the same time.

"I'll text you when we've landed."

"I know. Stay safe."

Then she's out of the door, taking her dark blue Volvo to the BAU's headquarter while Alex stays to finish his breakfast. Around seven fifteen, he runs downstairs and throws on some clothes, brushes his teeth and styles his hair before taking a look at himself in the mirror. To be honest: he looks like an average 16 year old boy. Not too tall for his age, not overweight or underweight. He was early out with the whole puberty thingy. At the age of thirteen, he's voice started to change and he went four whole days as a mute person because he's lost his voice. Then, when it came back, it gradually changed: it became deeper and he sounded way older than he looked. He has clear green eyes, genetically from his father, according to his mom: he has never met his father though. Alex has light caramel colored hair with a hint of curly ends, especially if he lets his hair grow. Some freshmen girls told him he was cute and that he looked handsome when he styled his hair. Since that day he started styling his hair every day, though he never managed to work up the nerve to ask one of them out, and soon they moved their attention to another boy in the junior class. Alex dresses casually; a pair of black or denim blue jeans and a T-shirt, sometimes only a shirt or a shirt over, and he styles his hair every morning. His morning routine is to shower, put on some clothes, head upstairs for breakfast, then head down to brush his teeth before leaving the house. Since he became 16 in March 9th, he's had his driving license, and he now takes his car to school. The car was a gift from his mom and all of her colleagues and friends; their extended family.

At school, Alex joins his two best friends: Matthew Kowalski and Omar Louis Hunt. Omar's an Afro-American tall boy from the more wealthy side of the city, and he has a little sister named Lee-Ann. She's in her last year of middle school. He and his family moved to the city when the boy was in their first year of high school and Omar joined the school's cross-country team. He's the only black and openly gay kid on the whole team, in the whole class actually, but because his fast, too fast for any bullies, and friendly, no one never cared much to bother him. Matt has been Alex's best friend since they met on Alex's first day at middle school. They have the same interest too: cars, lacrosse and videogames.

"What's up, man?" both Matt and Omar greet Alex as he steps out of his car, grinning. They've been waiting for him, knowing he'd be right on time; ten minutes before school's first bell goes.

"Not much. And you?" Alex bumps his fist with both of the boys, it has sort off been their thing since they all became friends.

"You're in for the big game tonight?" Omar asks his friends as they walk to the main doors. Though Alex might be tall, Omar's taller, which makes him an excellent runner. He beat the schools high score on running a mile within only four minutes and thirteen seconds.

"Oh, man, I forgot!" Matt exclaims.

"How can you forget a game night?" Alex wants to know, laughing as he sees his friend making a face and sighs in expiration.

"Well… I was with Allison all night yesterday. And…you know, I sort off forgot."

Both Omar and Alex groan and exchange a look. They don't want to hear any more details about why Matt forgot about the game tonight. After all, he spent his evening and probably whole night too, with his girlfriend.

Speaking of; Allison meets them at their lockers and kisses Matt and waving to Omar and Alex. Omar rolls his eyes. He just wants to escape from all this romance. Alex knows his friend's struggling with being the only open gay kid and he has no one to kiss. Omar's quite a romantic guy. He'd love nothing more to have a boyfriend, one who is not afraid of showing their feelings out in public.

"Okay, guys, now we're number eight in the State." Coach Damon stands in front of his lacrosse team. He has a fleet hanging around his neck, a notepad and a pen is stuck under his armpit, and he's dressed in shorts and a black Nike sweat T-shirt. On his bald head, he has a cap with the lacrosse team's name.

"We'll have tryouts for five spots today, now as the seniors took off last spring," he continues, "and I want all of you out there too. You will have to prove to me that I won't need to apply for more players. Now, get out and warm up while I gather the newbies."

The boys leave the locker room, fully dressed and with their stick in their hands, jogging out on the field. It's a quarter past three and most of the students have either left or gone to their after school activities. Alex spots some people sitting on the tribune. It looks like most of them are girls, but they're not cheerleaders.

"Allison, what's up? I thought you had volleyball practice?" Alex hears Matt call out to his girlfriend. She's one of the many girls out there.

He jogs to her to talk with her. Alex jogs alone for a couple of minutes, seeing Omar and his teammates from the cross country team running on the outer edge of the Lacrosse field. He waves to him and Omar smiles and waves back. Coach Damon calls everyone together and then they start the tryout.

Four new guys on the Lacrosse team, but they still miss a fifth. The four that were chosen were freshmen, sophomores and juniors.

"Dude, you're home alone tonight?"

"Yeah, why. Want to come over?" Alex asks Omar. He nods. Alex waves him in his car and they take off together.

"Where's your mom this time?"

"In New Orleans," Alex replies with a shrug. He blinks to the left. "Where's yours?"

It's widely known that Omar's parents are always out of town, doing some business, eating lunch with some important people. Somehow though, they always manage to come back just in time to see their son racing. The same can't be said with Alex's mom. But after so many years, he's gotten over it, he has accepted it and then he's embraced the fact that there are more important things than a Lacrosse game. Though, he would certainly not complain if his mother did come back and took a seat on the tribunes.

"They're in L.A. again, dealing with some people from New Mexico. I've heard they're trying to fix the water problem in the Southern states."

Jennifer runs through the many texts gotten since she woke up the next day. Only one's from Alex. It's an iMessage. She taps on the text. A picture of Alex, wearing his lacrosse gear, holding his stick in his left hand with a broad smile, covers the screen.

Won the game, 23-13

How are things going on in New Orleans? Plz, remember the stamps! I don't have any of those in my collection.

Stay safe,

A

Jennifer smiles. She feels proud when she sees the text. Of course they won; they have Alexander on their team. He's one of the best players on the team, according to both her and Coach Damon. Coach Damon thinks when the time's right, some college scouts will be out there, looking for him, wanting him on their school. He'll have no problem getting into a college though, having an average score of B+ last year.

Congrats! I'm so happy for you! Love the picture. How's the guys and Pen? We still haven't got anything further that can help us. I can't say more, you know that, but I'll tell you when I'm back.

You've been cooking dinner? Do you need anything?

I'll try to remember, honey.

Stay safe U 2

Mom

"JJ! There are literally hundreds of reports banging on our doorstep. What are you doing in here?"

Agent Spencer Reid looks flustered and tired. They're all tired. This night, Jennifer only got a few hours of sleep before her phone went crazy again.

"Oh, damn. I'll go talk with Hotch. What more do we have? And please, say we've got something good."

"We do. The Unsub clearly is a black male in his early 40's or mid 40's, and he got the skills and knowledge as a butcher or a paramedic, but not a doctor. Probably not a nurse neither. We know more about his M.O now than yesterday. Also he's left-handed – he probably likes to draw some heroic attention to himself. Our guess is that he got fired or something for a mistake, but he sees it like he did something heroic and didn't get any credit for it."

"Thanks, Spence!"

She jogs to the office were she knows Agent Hotch, Rossi, Prentiss and Morgan are standing with paper files spread out on the table. They're discussing about the Unsub's earlier life when she interrupts them.

"I've got the reporters on my tail. Can I tell them the latest news?"

"Yes, and warn the people about leaving the house alone and in the dark," Agent Hotch says, sounding and looking as serious as always. "It seems like the Unsub likes to operate in the cover of darkness.