I do not own CM in anyway. This is a fan written story,and has nothing to do with the current timeline of the shows. This is my first fanfic,so please go easy on me. Reviews would be appreciated :)

3 different cases, set over a course of time. H/P romance, along with some Spence and JJ. Sorry,but no Garcia/Morgan...yet ;D

Please excuse the spelling mistakes as well x)

Chapter 1: Road Side Reaper

The bullpen was unusually quiet as the team sat at their desks, each lost in their own activities. Prentiss sat at her desk, watching the younger men on the team interact. Reid sat at his desk, ignoring Morgan as he threw paper wads at the young man's head. Garcia was busy playing an online game, while Hotch paced his office, lost in thought. This usually happened on slow days, but only one thing bugged the team: where were Rossi and JJ?

Rossi finally came in, looking tired all ready. Prentiss shrugged when Morgan shot her a questioning look, while Spencer pretended to be busy.

"Cut the act you two, where is JJ?"

"Good question, we were just wondering that about you."

"I was on a courtesy call to an old friend, has anyone had any messages from her?"

"No, maybe we should get Garcia to run a trace-"

"JJ is on her way. Mise well make your way towards the conference room, this one is bad," Hotch said in a grim voice, heading away from the team.

"Uh oh."

"Who put the happy pills in his coffee?" Morgan grumbled, following Hotch. Spencer cracked a smile, following behind Rossie.

Prentiss followed them with a sigh; Hotch rarely said a case was bad, the man had seen it all, so she wasn't excited to find out what lay ahead.

Nearly 10 minutes later JJ walked in, casting small smiles to everyone in the room. Morgan raised an eyebrow when he noticed her somewhat friendlier smile towards Reid and he nudged his leg.

"What?" Reid frowned.

"You and the blond goddess got something going on?" He wiggled his eyebrows.

"N-no."Reid stammered,flushing red. "Actually yes, we had a study party last night."

Prentiss and Morgan chuckled at his attempted humor and Morgan slapped him on the back. "We have to get you out more."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Reid narrowed his eyes.

"Later," The single word changed the atmosphere and all eyes turned towards Hotch. "JJ, if you would."

"Yes sir." She spread out a file. "Chesterville, Ohio. Population of-"

"203. More females than males, located in a Rural area, lot of-"

"Reid!" The whole team said at once.

"Sorry," He said sheepishly.

JJ smiled at him, winking,before continuing. "There have been 5 people killed over the course of a week. Crime scenes range in distance, lots of blood. Every victim has had the same treatment, knife across the throat."

"Victims?"

"James Bennet, 24 years old, Single. Mark Sanders, 38, father to 2 grown children. Colby Fraight, 18, star of the CHS football team. Leana Scottman, 20, single. Sherry Perman, 47, strict business man, no family."

"Odd...There are no age, relationship,or occupation patterns."

"That's what has the police baffled."

"Wait...What order were the victims killed in?" Reid narrowed his eyes and the team could almost see the gears grinding in his head.

"Leana,James Colby, Mark, Sherry."

"No sex pattern either. Strange."

"We can discuss this later, wheels up in 30."

_Once on the plane, discussion of the new case arose again. Reid fired off ideas and facts, while everyone else tried to piece together what could be happening.
"JJ?"
"Hmm?" She looked up, her heart rate increasing as Reid called her name.

"What brand were the cars."
"Going in victim order, a Toyota, Ford, Mustang, another Ford, and a Nissan."
"So no model or brand preference either. This is a strange unsub. The crime scene photo's all are the same; Tire blown on the front left side, car pulled to the side of the road, bodies all near the trunk. No weapons, no prints, no 9-1-1 calls. What are we missing?"
"That's what we are all trying to figure out," Morgan chuckled.

A few hours later the team all filed out of the plane. They made their way towards the waiting SUV's before piling their bags in the trunks. Morgan, JJ and Reid got into one, while Hotch, Rossi and Prentiss got into the other.

Morgan teased Reid as he drove, watching his reactions in the rear-view mirror. "So scholar boy, get a girl lately?"
"Even if I had, I wouldn't tell you. Did you know 90% of relationships end because-"
"Because nerds start spouting off facts," Morgan smirked.

JJ giggled, patting Reid on the shoulder. "It's ok Spence, I like your facts," she smiled.
Morgan raised an eyebrow, studying them closely. No one else on the team had noticed the fact that Spencer had been helping her with Henry a lot since Will had left. So far they were just good friends, but Morgan was willing to be money Reid had a crush on JJ.
"Better keep your hands to yourself 'Spence'," Morgan said for good measure. Reid blushed, forcing a laugh.
"Yeah, funny Morgan."

After being briefed at the police station, the team split into two once more. Prentiss, Hotch, and JJ went to talk to the victim's families, while Rossi, Morgan and Reid went to look at the crime scenes.
"These people aren't going to be happy to see us," Prentiss muttered as they drove up to the fancy, elegant home of Colby Fraight's parents.
"What makes you say that?"Hotch glanced at her curiously.
"Well for one, their son just died. Two, rumor has it these people are highly stuck up, and three, the police said they've hardly gave them anything about their sons personal life."
"So a stubborn, rich, vain family...Prentiss, you sure you don't know these people?"
"Oh my," JJ gasped. "Did..Did Hotch just make a joke?"
"Maybe we should call Rossi," Prentiss frowned, hiding a smile. "I think he has air sickness."
"Very funny you two," Hotch cracked a smile before returning to his normal,stern self. "Come on."

They got out, walking to the front porch. Prentiss hesitated before ringing the bell before stepping back between Hotch and JJ.
The door cracked open and they were greeted by a man in his late 50's. His eyes were sad, but also full of stubbornness, anger, and greed.
"Who are you and what do you want?" He said coldly.
'I'm Aaron Hotchner,this is Emily Prentiss, and Jennifer Jearue. We are-"
"From the damned insurance collection place! I told you people-"
"Sir,"Hotch cut him off, "We are from the FBI, Behavior Analysis Unit. We are here about the murder of your son, as well as the other locals."
He huffed, showing no signs of apology or guilt. "What do you want then?"
"We need to discuss your son with you, it could be important to catching his killer."
"I've already told the police this once, and I will NOT repeat it again. Colby was a good kid, he never did anything wrong. This is a small town, never had any trouble and now there is a killer running about. The more the police look, the more trouble they will uncover. I don't see why they are looking for a-"
"Jay, That's enough." A woman about his age scolded him before stepping outside. "I'm . Thank you for coming."
"Not a problem."
"Come inside. Jay, go fetch Colby's school records."
He grumbled something before stalking off towards the back of the house.
"You'll have to excuse my husband. He is taking this quite hard. He is usually so friendly, but he is very bitter and angry."
"Understandable," JJ smiled at her.
Prentiss made a mental note that JJ was always the one to get people to open up. On the other hand, she knew that it was herself that worked the best with children. Nearly everyone on the team had bugged her about not having any, telling her she would be a great mother. She had just told them the right family hadn't come around yet.
She sighed and Hotch raised an eyebrow, but she just shook her head.
"Ma'am, did Colby have any siblings?"
"No, he was an only child."
"What can you tell me about his school life?" Prentiss sat down next to JJ, while Hotch remained standing behind them.
"He was a very popular kid, especially with the girls. But he wasn't a…what's the word?"
"Player?"
"Ah, yes, player. He has only had one girl friend since he started high school. They broke up a while back."
"Did she seem angry?"
"No. They both agreed it was for the best. She was going to Texas to study at TCU, he was staying here."
"I see," JJ jotted down notes.
"He was a straight "a" student. Star of the football team, captain in fact...They were going to regionals this Friday," She said, choking up a bit. "I-I'm sorry," she took a deep breath.
"It's alright, Mrs. Fraight."
"Did you notice anything weird about Colby the day of his accident? Had anyone unusual been hanging around him?"
"No. No one new has moved to town for some time, and visitors don't stop here except for gas."
"Did he have a job?"
"Yes, well, kind of."
"Care to explain?"
"He did fitness classes with the locals."
"I see."
"Can you think of anything else we should know?"
"Yes," came into the room and it was obvious he had been crying. "He had sent a text, saying he ran over something...He never wrote back."
"Thank you very much, . That is very important information."
"You're welcome."
"If you need anything, keep in touch."
They were shown out of the house before getting into the car. Hotch started driving towards the next family's home, while JJ starred out the window.
"It's going to be a long day," Prentiss sighed.
_

Prentiss changed before sitting down on her bed with a yawn. "Thinking about Henry?" She smiled at her friend.
"Yeah, I miss the little guy. But I know he is in good hands."
"You might have to fight Garcia to get him back," Prentiss giggled.
JJ smiled, but then it faded. "I'm afraid he will grow up to resent me being gone so much. I don't want to be a bad mom."
"Stop if, JJ. You know you're not," Prentiss frowned at her.
"Seems like I am. Will left, now I leave Henry with Garcia. What kind of picture is that?" She said, starting to cry.
"You know it's not like that," Prentiss got up, giving her a big hug. Despite having their differences, they had grown to be best friends. "You're a great mom and Will is an idiot."
"Thanks, Prentiss." JJ sighed, returning her hug.
"Everything ok?" Reid's voice drifted through the door as he knocked.
"Yeah, come in." JJ wiped her eyes, stepping back.
"Hey, what's wrong?" Spencer frowned, looking from one woman to the other.
Prentiss hid a smile; she hadn't missed the way he acted around her. For once he wasn't the akward teenager he seemed to be. Although he wasn't far from it.
"Nothing, I-"
"JJ thinks she's a bad mom," Prentiss jumped at the opportunity to nudge the two together. "And that Will was right."
"You know that's not true," He frowned at her, wrapping her in a hug. Prentiss smiled, mouthing your welcome at him. He rolled his eyes, making Prentiss giggle.
"What?" JJ raised an eyebrow.
"Nothing," She smiled. "Go on Spencer. We women get cranky when we don't get enough sleep."
_

The next morning the team showered and ate before meeting at the police station to catch up.
"So what have we learned?" Morgan leaned against the wall.
"Fraight texted his dad he had a blown tire, Sanders, Bennet and Scottman had the same thing happen. Scottman was on the phone with her boss when she had to pull over, Sanders texted his wife, and Bennet was on the phone with his mother. Perman didn't tell anyone, but sure enough his tire was blown."
"So what are the chances that 5 tires blow in one week?"
"The location is what is getting to me. All of them were on isolated curves, heading towards a bigger town or freeway."
"So our unsub waits for a accident to happen then strikes...But he can't just wait all day. He has to be doing something to pop the tires. Any glass, metal, nails, anything sharp found near the crime scenes?"
"No."
"Look at this," Reid frowned as he studied pictures of the tires. "Look at the punctures on these. The pattern is similar to one a tack strip leaves."
"Like the police use?" Morgan frowned.
"Yeah."
"Hmm." Morgan suddenly got an idea. "Policeman. Got fired, turned bitter. Decided to use his old equipment to get back at the town."
"That would explain why people were ok if he came to help them! And how their tires were blown."
"JJ, release a profile to the public immediately."
Morgan hit one on his speed dial as she left. "Hey babygirl."
"Sweetness, talk to me."
"I need a list of former employees of the local police department. We think our guy is using a tack strip to give people flats."
"Ok."
"He would have been fired for something minor, yet it caused a big disturbance."
"Ok narrows it down to 4 people."
"He is still a local."
"2."
"Give me something else guys..."
"Had missing equipment. He would have 'lost it.' Paid for it without blinking an eye.
"Got him. Name is Joshua Scott, 130 Holt ST. Fired for sexual harassment when he pulled women over."
"You're a god send."
"I know."

"This is onstar, we have reports of an accident. Do you need medicale assistance ."
"Y-Yes. I need you to contact Agent Aaron Hotchner immediately. I-I saw the profile they released, I ran over a tack strip. Please hurry. He could be here any minute!"

"Agent Aaron Hotchner."
"We have reports of an accident on West State Route 95. She believes she ran over a tack strip. She is requesting help."
"I'm on it." Hotch spun the car around and sped back down the road, grateful for the low traffic.
"JJ, Call Morgan and tell them to meet us there, bring back up."
She nodded, while Prentiss checked her gun to make sure it was loaded, a worried look on her face.
"We will get to her Emily."
She jumped of the sound of him using her first name and sighed. "I hope."
"We will," He said firmly, weaving through traffic.
They skidded to a halt a few feet behind the vehicle and Prentiss was the first one out.
"FBI, put your hands where I can see them!"
Scott had Lewis in a death grip, a knife in his right hand.
"NO! NO! I had this all planned out. These people deserve to pay!"
"Don't make me shoot you," She glared at him, her eyes icy. "Drop the knife."
"Drop it, NOW! JJ, get back in the car." Hotch frowned at her. She had a baby, she didn't need to put herself at risk.
"Who's going to make me?" He glared back. Suddenly he yelped and let go of the girl as she kneed him in the groin. She made a break for it, running straight into JJ arms.
Scott let out a roar, running at Hotch, but Prentiss shot him in both legs before he could get any closer.
"You're supposed to shoot to kill," Hotch said sternly, "But thanks."
"Don't mention it. And she didn't need to see that," She nodded
towards the sobbing young woman.
Hotch kicked the knife away as Morgan, Reid and Rossi all ran over, two EMS ran up. Prentiss cuffed the unsub before handing him over to them. He had to be treated, but then we would get to recover in a nice cool jail cell.

The team took the girl home to her parents, where there was a teary reunion. Eventually the team made their way back to the hotel, where they ate dinner then went to their separate rooms.
JJ fell across the bed with a groan and Prentiss smiled. "Tired?"
"Exhausted. Ready to be home."
"I know how you feel."
"I've never seen you shoot that fast and that accurate. And we have been rushed plenty of times."
Prentiss shrugged. "Nerves I guess."
"Mmmhmm. Or was it the fact that he just happened to be rushing Hotch."
"W-what?" She gasped.
"Oh, Don't play dumb Emily. No one else notices, but I do."
"Whatever," She blushed, rolling her eyes.
"Come on, you know you like him."
"Well, yeah. How could I not? He is handsome, kind, a great father. Even a bit mysterious."
JJ giggled, giving her a hug. "Well, If my opinion counts for anything, I think you'd make a great couple."
"Don't say anything, Ok? Not yet."
"I promise."

Hotch still had his hand raised to knock on the door, his face now full of surprise. He wasn't sure if what he had just heard was really said. Prentiss, liking him? He almost knew it was too good to be true. But yet, he saw where the attraction would be. He knew for a fact he liked her. Heck, he had liked her since before Haley died.
She was so good with children, quick to cheer you up, devoted to her friends. It was hard to believe he ever doubted her ability to be on his team. With a sigh he went back to his room, flopping across the bed.
"Everything ok Hotch?" Rossi took off his tie and shoes.
"Yeah. Just heard something I wasn't expecting to hear."
"From the look on your face, I'd say either a) Reid is pregnant, or b) you just heard something quite interesting from the ladies."
Hotch cracked a smile, chuckling. "B would be correct, I hope."
They shared a laugh before Rossie smiled. "Well?"
"Well what?"
"What'd you hear?"
_

The plane ride home amused Morgan. He and Rossi talked to each other, even played a few board games. He texted Garcia nearly the whole time, enjoying their private conversation.

It was no secret they liked each other, he just wasn't sure how things would work out. She was always being left behind when the team went places.

He voiced this to Rossi, who just shrugged. "Give it time, Kiddo."
Morgan chuckled before glancing at Hotch and Prentiss. They sat together, both asleep, but Prentiss had her head leaned against Hotch's shoulder and his arm was draped across her back.
"I'm guessing they talked?"
"Not yet."
"Humph, Well, when they wake up to find themselves like that, maybe it will give them a hint. "Morgan said with a yawn, looking over to see Spencer bent over a book while JJ leaned against him. "Not sure what to make of them yet. Almost seems like a brother sister relationship, but I'm not so sure about that."
"Neither is Hotch."
"Prentiss knows something, but she won't spill. I tell you, those 3 girls probably know more about us then we do about ourselves." Morgan chuckled.
"Oh, trust me. They do."
They shared a laughed before Morgan went to the couch and stretched out.

'I'm going to take a nap,' He replied to Garcia, yawning.
"Alright hot stuff. Sweet dreams.'
'Any dream with you in it is sweet.'
'Oh stop it, go to sleep lol.'

'ok ;).'

And there is chapter 1. R&R please. I lied about the M/G. It just kind of happened. Let me know if anything should change, I'd appreciate it. Please keep in mind this is my first FF, so go easy.