AN: This story is unbeta'd so any mistakes are mine - let me know so I can fix them!

This came from all the speculation about what the 'character episode' JJ is supposed to be getting, the complete failure for JJ to mention any of her family, and the strange way JJ seems to react to Will.

The truth is rarely pure and never simple - Oscar Wilde

Supervisory Special Agent Jennifer Jareau of the FBI's Behavioural Analysis Unit did not really believe that the paperwork on her desk was breeding, but if FEMA saw it, they would declare her office a disaster area. She cursed as she tried to find the cell phone currently making an absurdly loud noise in the otherwise peaceful office. Unfortunately, the offending object was somewhere under the myriad files that had appeared over the course of the day. Her already foul mood was made worse as the 'done' pile slowly slipped off the edge and spilled across the floor.

"Jennifer Jareau." She answered tersely.

"Chief Jackson signed the official request. I just sent it. Now will you come?"

JJ dropped her chin to her chest and rubbed her neck absently with her free hand. This was not what she needed, not now.

"I'll take your case to my team, Dan. No promises."

There was a pause on the line before the voice continued. "You'll try though, right? I mean-"

JJ interrupted, "I don't let my personal feelings affect my professional judgement. It's up to the profilers if they take the case."

"Good. It was a long time ago…water under the bridge and all."

JJ leant forward and rested her elbows on the desk, a scowl on her face. Stupid sonuva…long time ago my ass.

"Neither are you getting any special treatment because you're my brother. I've got no problem telling you where to stick your case if they say no."

"These aren't injuries from a motorbike crash." SSA Emily Prentiss observed as she skimmed her copy of the file JJ had handed out.

JJ shook her head and pulled up the autopsy images; the large screen came to life with x rays and photos of a young man. "A heavy, blunt object. So the ME says."

"Why call us in for a suspicious death? Even the attempt to cover it up isn't remarkable." SSA David Rossi interjected, studying the photos of the crime scene. "The local LEOs think this is something special and not a common-or-garden remorseful killer?"

SSA Aaron Hotchner noticed the way JJ was fidgeting. "What is it?"

The nonplussed way Hotch had asked the question surprised JJ. She snapped her head up like a deer caught in the headlights. His calm face betrayed nothing but his confidence that she was not wasting their time. He cocked his head to the side, inviting her to explain.

"Twelve years ago," JJ pressed a button on the remote to bring up a photograph and two news clippings, "the star quarterback of the team that went to the State Championship was found on a road just outside of town. Friday, August 8th 1997. He crashed a motorbike and lost a scholarship to Annapolis.

Three years later, a quarterback was involved in an apparent bike accident and died; three years after that, another; three years ago…"

"All on the same date?" Emily looked to JJ for confirmation as she jotted notes on a legal pad. "All these guys playing quarterback for the local high school and crashing on the same date every three years. Hello, pattern. Why wait so long to call us in?"

JJ sighed. "Different jurisdictions that don't play well together. Daniel said the State Trooper that handled the first case put it all together and told him to do something about it."

SSA Derek Morgan nodded. He glanced at the other profilers, silently debating the case. By some unspoken agreement, they all started to gather their notes and move off.

"JJ? Wheels up in thirty." Hotch ordered as he passed.

Dr Spencer Reid had remained quiet for most of the briefing. He had been watching JJ and, despite the moratorium on inter-team profiling, he could not help noticing the way her body tensed as she delivered the briefing.

"Officer Jareau is one of your brothers?"

A file that was on its way to join others in a small pile on the table stopped short. JJ took a deep breath before placing it down and turning to him.

"It's not a favour, Spence. They do need our help."

He quickly backtracked, raising a hand slightly. "I'm not suggesting that. You just seem…a little reluctant." Reid struggled to find the right word to describe JJ's behaviour.

JJ smiled and patted Reid on the arm. "You grew up in Vegas, Spence."

"So?"

JJ laughed at the confused look on his face. "Once you leave a small town you never really want to go back. At least, I certainly can't say I'm looking forward to it."

"I don't understand…"

JJ gathered up her files but stopped as she reached the door and looked back, sadly. "You will when we get there - trust me."