This fic now has a Beta, dino-dog83. Thanx go out to dino
As Johnny Cash's "Hurt" played on my radio, I weaved through the traffic as trying as fast as possible to get to the jet without using my sirens. Which I thought and believed should only be used for emergencies. The further I went, the more the music enveloped me. I shook my head as I felt the threat of tears about to fall to the floor of the car. Trying very hard not to let that happen I quickly glanced at the time and saw I only had 5 minutes before the jet was to take off and it was easily a 15 minute drive with this traffic.
"Oh well," I whispered and turned on the sirens speeding up as the cars passed to the right. As I neared the gates I had to remember to slow down so they saw who I was, and they did. I waved at the officer and he waved back while eating a donut. The gates closed behind me. When I neared the jet I saw Reid turn around as he was boarding and smiled as he saw the SUV and waved as I parked. I got my bag and literally ran the rest of the way up the steps.
"Hey JJ," said Reid as he ran a hand through his dirty blonde like hair.
"Hey Spence," I told him as he closed the door behind us.
"Cutting it kind of close aren't we?" asked Morgan as he was making a cup of coffee. I just shrugged at him as I sat down on the couch picking up a folder. I opened it to see that the house was tarnished from bottom to top.
"Okay, let's go over what we know," started Hotch as he pressed the speaker on the phone for Garcia.
"The first victim was Mickey Stone, a general in the Russian military". I open the folder to see a man late in his 40's with stubs sticking out of the head. His eyes were closed and there was a boot print on his naked chest. His neck seemed to be strangled from the wires that were beside him. Another picture showed the back with a deep cut at the lower back and next to him was a black rose dipped in crimson blood. "He was found in Baltimore at his mother's house."
I put the folder down and picked up the second one. "The second vic was Maria Watson who was 35. She is the Senator of Texas and former vice head of Interpol. She was found in her London home a week ago." The photo was of Maria spread eagle on her bed, with no clothes on. Her eyes were closed and her neck perfect save a rash; suggesting a scarf as the strangulation weapon. The black rose was between her breasts, dipped in her blood.
"I've asked a friend in Scotland Yard to send over anything they can on her." Said Hotch.
I picked up the final folder, and it was the one that I was dreading. I opened it and saw my father like the other male, stripped in all but underwear. A nasty deep thrust on the lower back. But, unlike the other two his neck was perfect. "James Jareau, former head of Interpol and head of three casinos in Atlantic City," spoke Hotch. All eyes glued to me while I looked at the picture of my father; how I loathed him.
*Flashback*
I smiled at him as he smiled back, taking my hand in his across the seat. He kissed the back of my hand and I started to blush deeply as I reached across and kissed him on the lips. My forehead was on his head, "I love you," I told him and he winked back as I got out of the car heading towards the store to pick up a few things that we needed.
When I entered the store and said 'Hi' to Zack, the cashier. I got some whip cream, grapes, few bottles of beer and mountain dew. I paid and winked at Zack. He was always a tease. As I walked out it all happened in slow motion. My boyfriend was driving his car so I wouldn't have to walk too far. Then a hummer coming from the right that wasn't stopping, the next thing I know the car was twisted into a pretzel as I looked up to see the hummer drive away, taking noticing the first 3 digits.
Zack came out but I yelled at him to get back inside and call 911. Zack went and did so as I stood there hopelessly staring at my love. All the while the three digits played over and over again inside my head; "Echo Charlie 9 or EC9." I couldn't believe that he'd do this. I thought he was better than the others but apparently what they say about blood being thicker isn't true.
*End Flashback*
"JJ," I heard someone call but I didn't look up.
"JJ," I heard again but my mind was someplace else.
"JJ!" yelled Derek from my side. I shook my head as I came back to earth.
"Yeah?" I asked him
"Now that I have everyone's attention," said Hotch "Dave and JJ, go to the Island mansion. I've asked the police to keep the crime scene intact." Dave nodded at him while I said no problem. "Emily, go to the autopsy and take a look at the other two vics. Reid and I will go police headquarters." He paused looking at me strangely. "Garcia," said Hotch.
"Yes sir?" she asked over the speaker.
"I want you to go back 5 years to see if there are any similar cases."
"I shall let you know when I find something" she said.
I looked out the window as I saw the island going by knowing that my past would soon be told. The plane landed with ease as everybody got off. I was the last one to get off the plane. As I descended the stairs I noticed that our carpool wasn't alone. There were three people waiting, two men and a woman.
The woman had shoulder length light brown hair and dark blue eyes. She was wearing jeans, a black t-shirt and boots. Both men were wearing the same thing, a plaid shirt, one was red the other blue. They each had on work boots and cargo pants. The one with the red shirt had brown eyes and short black hair. The other had hazel eyes and had a buzz cut.
As I walked over I noticed that I recognized the girl. "Brittany?" I barely whispered as I stopped in front of her.
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Again, thanks to dino-dog83 for being my beta
AJ
