I'm sorry there is nothing that we can do, your daughter is dying
Sometimes Truth is Stranger than Fiction
"I'm sorry there is nothing that they could do… you lost the baby". These words ran through her head repeatedly. She struggled to hold in the tears. This was her daughter he was talking about. It broke JJ's heart to know that her daughter wouldn't have a chance to live her life. He continued to explain that the doctors had said "they had done all they could" and that "there was just no way to know this would happen". JJ had stopped listening to what he had to say. It really didn't matter anymore. Then Caleb's doctor came into JJ's room with a solemn look on her face. Even before she began to speak, JJ knew what she had to say. "I'm so sorry," she began, "but there was nothing that could be done the damage from the heart attack was irreversible. We were unable…He just couldn't fight anymore." She then lost the fight as the tears began to flow.
JJ flew up to a sitting position, struggling to regulate her breathing. That dream, well nightmare, had been plaguing her for years; though it seemed to disappear, then reappear at inconvenient times. "It gets easier" everyone had told her. "Yeah right," she thought. She had for awhile, been able to push that memory from her mind, but ever since the most recent case file came across her desk, the past was all she could think about. Her heart still ached to this day over what happened. And, to make things worse, the dreams were becoming even more frequent and upsetting.
But she knew that she could not dwell on it, so she began to prepare for work. She was a special agent at the FBI, more specifically a liaison for the BAU. It took her a little over a half an hour to get ready, and she arrived at the office just before 6:30am. She knew that she would be the first one in; everyone wouldn't arrive until after 7:00 at the earliest.
The team had just arrived home from a particularly difficult case; a case about children. And, on top of that it was the anniversary of her daughter's death. Taking a deep breath, trying to keep her emotions in check, she tried to concentrate on the case file in her hand. The file was filled with pictures of elderly men and women all stabbed multiple times in the chest. The file stated that there had been seven murders in the past three weeks, and there were already three potential victims; three elderly women who were reported missing. JJ sighed and began to prepare for the briefing.
She looked out the window and saw that everyone from the team had arrived. She walked into the bullpen, and got everyone's attention. They all knew what JJ wanted, so they all made their way to the meeting room and sat at the table. JJ handed out the files then began the debriefing. "Seven elderly men and women have been murdered, and their bodies have been found in State College, Pennsylvania. They were all stabbed multiple times, but the police have no leads. They…" JJ was cut off by the ringing of her cell phone. "I have to take this" she said as she made her way out of the room. The team exchanged looks, and then began with the killer's profile.
JJ walked into the hall, and then answered the phone, "Hello". "Hi, is this Jennifer Jareau?" "Yes, but may I ask why you are calling?" The lady laughed, and then said "of course. I'm calling about your daughter." JJ stood there in shock, unable to answer.
TBC? If you want this to continue, there will be more information about JJ's past, why she is so affected by it and the phone call will be explained. Let me know what you think, and please review.
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