Brontide

A Criminal Minds Story

"In the 2013 report, Anchorage's population was placed at 300,950, yet our destination is quite a bit smaller. It's population sits at 5,620. Which is fairly a decent size compared the number of other small towns that rest in the hundreds. It's average temperature for this time of year is a low of eleven degrees and a high of twenty two," Spencer Reid commented as the team gathered around him.

"Perfect," Emily grumbled, as she mentally went through her go bag, assuring herself that she had brought the appropriate jet was to land in a little more than an hour and they had yet to continue with their preliminary profile. "Shall we start then?"

Hotch nodded his eyes glancing towards the cockpit for just a moment, to see if he could catch sight of their missing member. He didn't like to begin without each of the team, but glancing at his watch he could see that it was time for them to begin.

"We have three victims," Morgan started, "Each female in their late twenties to early thirties. Shot twice, one to the back and one to the head."

"Other than their age and gender, each of the women had different backgrounds and are of different body types. Michelle Mora was a teacher while Addy Bingam worked from her home," Rossi added his brows furrowing with confusion.

As of yet, there was no discernible pattern or motive.

"It's obvious overkill," Morgan continued, "The first shot in the back. They were probably running away and the head shot was just to make sure they were dead. We could be looking at someone with some type of endgame.

"And who knows their way around the woods," Hotch added, noting Emily's unmistakable wince at the last word. He would have to talk to her about it later. "Garcia when we get there you and I will set up at the station. Morgan and Rossi, I want you to visit the M.E. Emily, are you okay going to visit the families? I'll send JJ with you."

Emily nodded slowly it wasn't often that she was asked to talk to the families, normally that was just JJ's job. "Where is JJ?"

The blonde entered the main aisle of the plane, her phone pressed to her ear by her shoulder as she wrote something down on a pad of paper. The team watched as the blond made their way towards them with a sad look as she continued her conversation of the phone. A sudden lurch of the plane threw JJ to the ground and sent her phone flying to the other end. Her notepad and paper disappearing from sight.

Hotch moved to help the Media Liaison, but she was already up and racing towards her phone.

Emily and Garcia shared a look, both chuckling slightly.

Reid reached her phone before she did, and quickly tossed it to JJ.

"Hello. Yes, I am still here. No no, everything is alright, we just hit a bit of turbulence. We should be landing within the hour," A red-faced JJ replied. Emily and Garcia laughed a bit more, it wasn't often you got to see the ever calm media liaison flustered and embarrassed.

Hanging up the phone JJ collapsed on to the seat next Morgan, glaring at her smiling co-workers who found her sudden plight to be quite funny. Rubbing her wrists she sat up and delivered the message she had just received, "They just found another victim. It was one of their own. A deputy Lisa Shannon."

That shut down their smiles real quick.

"Alright, Morgan and Rossi go to the scene, Emily and Reid go to the morgue. JJ you have the families."

"Actually there is a problem. The Deputy's dog, Atlas was at the scene. He won't let any one of the male variety come near her body. Not even the husband."

Hotch sighed before shifting his glance between JJ and Emily, "Okay, you two go to the scene. Reid and Rossi, to the morgue. Morgan I want you to go with JJ and Emily, but stay back. Is the husband still on scene?"

JJ nodded, "He won't leave."

"Morgan talk to the husband."

The plane touched down an hour later and the team was greeted by the harsh winter air and a completely different climate. Emily zipped up her coat all the way to her neck before burying her chin inside.

"Agent Jareau?" A burly man, waited out on the runway with one gloved hand stretched out as JJ took it.

"Sheriff Marley?" He nodded to each of them, as JJ shouted off introductions. The wind was starting to pick up.

"We're mighty grateful to have you guys here. You'll find the rest of the guys a little worked up, not many of them are too happy to have you here. Especially now, after ... "

"We're very sorry for your loss," Hotch told him.

"We are only here to help," Emily continued as they walked towards the two cars waiting for them.

The sheriff nodded, "I imagine Agent Jareau told you, but we have a bit of a predicament. A storm is moving in and we would like to get... Deputy Shannon to the morgue as soon as possible."

"Understood, Agents Morgan, Prentiss, and Jareau will head to the scene immediately," Hotch told him, as he pointed them to the other vehicle.

As they each piled into their own separate cars, A shiver crept its way through Emily's bones, chilling her to the core.

"Morgan," Emily started, but he stopped her.

"I know."

Something bad was going to happen and they both could feel it.

And Emily knew her nightmares were going to be the least of her problems.

Gosh, that was probably the most boring chapter ever written. I so apologize. The next will be better! But other than the lack of anything interesting within this chapter, what do you think? Please let me know if you have any suggestions or comments.

Thanks!

-HCB