So here is the second chapter xP Enjoy. Introduction to the case and the undercover work the team will be doing x)
"Good morning," JJ grinned as she entered the doors of the BAU. Morgan smirked at her and she blushed, but rolled her eyes. Emily and Garcia instantly advanced towards her; she was about to be grilled.
"Hey there," Spencer grinned as he walked up to her, cutting off the other women's attack.
"Thanks," she winked at him.
"No problem. Morgan's already interrogated me," He chuckled. "How is Henry?"
"Great. He slept all night and woke up with a huge grin this morning. He has been asking all morning when we are going out again."
"That's good," He smiled.
", if you would be so kind," Garcia and Emily waited by Garcia's office.
"Guess I'd better go before they have heart attacks. I'd hate to be an accessory for murder," She laughed. "See ya."
"See ya," he chuckled before walking back to his desk.
"You are in SOO much trouble missy!" Garcia stuck her hands on her hips.
"Why?" JJ laughed as she was drug into the office.
"Because you didn't tell us you had a date!" Emily grinned.
"It wasn't a date and it was last minute. I didn't even know." JJ hid a smile.
"So, where'd you go?"
"Chuck-E-Cheese."
"God bless Reid," Garcia heaved a theatrical sigh. "No sense of romance what soever."
"We had Henry with us. We took him out. You should have seen them together. It was so cute!" She grabbed her phone and showed the ladies the pictures she had taken.
"Aww, My little guy is all grown up!"
"He is only four," JJ laughed.
"I'm talking about Spencer. He looks like a daddy!"
"He looks so different," Emily smiled at the sight.
"I'm thrilled for Henry! He needs a new daddy. And so does his mother!" Garcia commented slyly.
"I, er. I mean that-" JJ stammered.
"Oh just admit it! You so like him!"
"He is my best friend," She said in protest.
"He likes you too. So get together!"
"No," She sighed. "We can't. Now I suggest we get back to work."
"Fine," they sighed, leaving the office.
_ _ _ _ _
"Bye mommy," Henry sighed as he hugged her neck.
"Bye buddy. Be good for Aunt Pen. We will be back soon."
"Okay. I love you," He kissed her cheek.
"I love you too Henry." She gave him a tight hug.
"Mommy be safe," he grinned.
"I will," she blinked back tears. "And you too."
JJ sighed, staring out the window of the plane. The team had gotten a urgent case that morning, so Henry had to stay with Garcia. She hated leaving the little boy, especially when he asked if she was coming home again.
"Thinking about Henry?" Spencer sat down beside her, handing her a cup of hot chocolate. The weather was getting brisker every day.
"Yeah. This is our last case before the holidays. What if something happened?"
"Nothing is going to happen Jay," He patted her shoulder.
"I know, I just worry about him."
"He is your son." He smiled at her before leaning back, closing his eyes.
"I know. So this whole under cover stuff, I don't like it."
"Me either. But we have to cover the three suspects."
"Who is partnered with who?"
"I was about to address that," Hotch commented. The rest of the team gathered around the table, sitting down. "As you all know, we have three unsubs for these murders. One is the rapist, one is the killer, and one is the torturer. We have three different suspects, but only one of them is real. We aren't sure which one yet."
"So we will be in teams of two."
"And Garcia is going to keep tabs on you."
"I feel safer already," Morgan chuckled.
"So our three suspects are Lainey Monroe, Tony Hackle, and Katy Rogers."
"Lainey Monroe," JJ began. "Twenty Five, works as a construction worker. No children, no spouse. Rents out the rooms in her house."
"She looks like Morgan, if Morgan was a woman," Emily snickered.
"Shut up," He glared at her.
"Tony Hackle, twenty four, married with two children, runs a local boarding house. The last one is Katy Rogers. Sixty seven."
"Oh brother, you are kidding me!"
"Nope. She has a criminal record as long as my arm. Mostly just petty theft." JJ shook her head. "They think she is killing people with her buns." Morgan coughed, trying to cover up a laugh. Spencer cracked a smile, while Rossi coughed as well. "Real mature boys," She rolled her eyes.
"Poisoned pastries?" Hotch raised an eyebrow. "Alright then. Rossi, you and Morgan are together. Take Tony. Prentiss, you're with me. We will handle Lainey."
"And that leaves Spencer and JJ," Morgan hooted.
"Shut up," Spencer shot him a look.
"Enough. You have until we land to prepare yourselves. After that, we are being briefed and going our separate ways."
_ _ _ _ _
"You look..different," JJ's eyes widened as Spencer came out of the bathroom. He had tasseled his hair and now wore a pair of white cargo pants and a fitted black t-shirt. He looked like a college kid, and if JJ was being honest with herself, he looked amazing.
"And so do you," he shot back with a grin. She was wearing jeans and a OSU t-shirt. The team had decided it would be easy for the youngest agents to pull off the college kid look.
"I know," JJ laughed, tossing him the keys.
"What are we driving?"
"Dodge Ram. Morgan and Rossi are construction workers, working on Tony's basement he is having installed. Prentiss and Hotch are married," JJ snickered.
"Who's idea was that?"
"Morgan's."
"Figured so."
"Well, let's get going."
"I don't know if I can drive that…"
"You can," JJ assured him, tossing their backpacks in the back.
"So we are going to be at this ladies boarding house?" Spencer asked as the truck roared to life.
"Yep."
"Two rooms?"
"No."
"N-no?" Spencer squeaked.
"There is two beds, chill out."
"Oh."
"I'm not going to be able to call Henry," she sighed, staring out the window. Spencer reached over and laid his hand on hers, giving it a squeeze.
"He will be fine JJ. I promise."
"I hope."
_ _ _ _ _
"Hello there dearies," An elderly woman greeted them. "My name is Katy. How may I help you?"
"She looks like you, in forty years," Spencer commented under his breath. The old woman had blond hair and blue eyes, but didn't resemble JJ in any other way.
"Smart ass," She muttered before smiling at the woman. "We have reserved a room here. We are visiting family over Christmas break."
"You must be Ally! And you are Hank" She grinned at them.
"Yes ma'am," JJ/Alley smiled back.
"Thank you for letting us stay," Hank/Spencer smiled politely. "I know it was last minute."
"It's quite alright! Please, go make yourselves at home. First room on the right."
"Thank you." They made their way upstairs and opened the door to the modest room. The walls were a pale brown with white trim. Two beds stood on opposite sides of the room, a dresser between them. A trunk sat at the foot of each bed, filled with blankets. A few pictures hung on the walls, who JJ assumed to be former boarders.
"Well Ally, I suggest we unpack," Spencer smirked.
"Of course, Hank," She smirked back.
"This out to be a fun week."
"Mr. and Ms. Polly I assume?" Lainey asked. Emily swallowed as the beefed up woman eyed her.
"Yes," Hotch forced a smile. "I am William, this is my wife Rebecca."
"Alright. Room's upstairs. Third on the left. We eat at six in the evening, nine in the morning. I ain't waiting on anyone. Got it?"
"Yes ma'am."
They made their way upstairs to find a surprisingly nice room. It was blue with a single bed in the corner. A dresser stood against the wall and a tv on the other. "Well, it's nicer than she is," Emily commented.
Hotch chuckled, shaking his head before pulling her into a hug. "You think any suspects anything?"
"You know they do," She smiled up at him, pressing a kiss to his lips. "But for now, it'll be our little secret."
_ _ _ _ _
"Mr. Hackle," Morgan shook his hand, "I'm Justin Hughes. This is Ronni Spaulding."
"Nice to meet you. You two look capable."
"We are sir. You name it, we can fix it."
"Alright. You will be staying in the local hotel, correct?"
"Yes sir," Rossi/Ronni smiled.
"Ok. Very well." He led them to the basement. "The pipes need to be tightened, the windows need to be resealed, and the water heater needs to be replaced. I need a new layer of cement on the floor, and I need the wall paper installed."
"Yes sir. Anything else?"
"No." He left them alone.
"We are going to be busy."
"We are going to exhausted," Rossi groaned, wondering how the rest was doing. In a week, they would have their killer, if the killer didn't have them first.
