Chapter 2.…Reunion?

Nobody's POV

Monday, 10:30am. Half and hour until Izzie had to meet the team on the airstrip. Half an hour to prepare for what she was hoping wouldn't happen.

J.J's POV

We were on our jet on our way to California. I was debriefing the team. "So far, there have been 7 victims. All had blue eyes, brown hair, and they have all been in their 30's. None have been married, or in any long term relationships. All were beaten, raped, tortured, and then shot in the back of the head. The lead detective is Megan Brizzoli but her partner is meeting us at the airway. Apparently, detective Brizzoli has another case she needs to work on right now. But you guys, this guy, he's horrible. We need to catch him. And fast." I looked around at the rest of our team. I saw their faces. The look of disgust. They were all reading intently. Emily had a horrified look on her face as she looked at the pictures. Reid looked miserable, and Rossi, Hotch, and Morgan, they looked indifferent. They were all pretty good at hiding their emotions.

I couldn't help it when my mind wandered to Izzie. My best friend. She had been there when Henry was born, because Will wasn't . She had helped look after him when I had to work later than her. She had been there. We had gone out on weekends. Now that was all gone. Because of one man. I wondered where she was and if she was okay. As the plane began to descend, I squeezed my eyes shut, and held back the tears.

Morgan's POV

J.J. briefed us on the profile. As soon as we were done I put it away. These creeps disgust me. I knew my facial expression was impassive, but on the inside I was hurt and angry. Izzie just up and left. She didn't even tell us why. Sure, Spencer had gotten a letter, but we weren't allowed to read it. I was angry at her and at the reasons why she left. Sometimes when I think about her, I think, there are some things that you just can't forget or forgive.

Emily's POV

Creepers. Disgusting creepers. Rapist, murders, stalkers. All disgusting. The part I hated most was reading the files. But most of the time, like now, I let my mind wander. Izzie was actually gone. One of my best friends. We went out a lot with J.J. and Garcia. We talked over unimportant things. We held our own against the guys when it was just us on a case. And now she's gone. And I don't even know why. I'm mad. One, at the rapist/murder. And two, at Izzie for leaving without reason.

Spencer's POV

I found myself thinking about Izzie. Again. I couldn't help it. How could she just leave? And over a guy? it's just confusing. I find, I'm actually mad at her. She left me, just like Gideon. And she told me, she is never coming back. Maybe someday, I'll forgive her.

Izzie's POV

I watched as the plane descended. I was getting extremely nervous. I sighed and fixed my wig. Hopefully, they could get through this case and they would all be on their way back to Quantico. I didn't like feeling the guilt I felt. Even though I'm younger, Spencer looked up to me. And I abandoned him, just like Gideon and his mom. I was pulled out of my thoughts as the plane landed. I once more situated my wig and watched the team file out of the plane. God, I had missed them so much. And that particular sexy team leader hadn't changed one bit. He was still Hotch. The team stopped in front of me. "Hello, I'm Mary Landon. How are ya?" I asked.

"We are fine thank you. I'm SSA Hotcherner. These are SSA Rossi, agents, Morgan, Prentiss, and Jurea. And this is Dr. Reid." Hotch answered.

"Aren't ya kinda young to be a doctor?" I asked. Keeping up with the charade. Everyone else smirked.

"Not statistically. But in one out of four-"

"Reid, enough." Hotch demanded. "And you seem pretty young yourself." Hotch pointed out.

I smiled. I loved when Reid did that. It was cute and Reid-like. It made me miss him even more. I nodded enthusiastically. "the youngest on the force. I'm 25. Graduated high school when I was 15, college when I was 19."

"Impressive. You know-" Reid was cut off by J.J.

"Shut up Reid," she turned to me. "And you, I swear I know you from somewhere. And something tells me your hiding something. What is it?"

"Damn it. This is what I get for working with profilers!" I mumbled to myself. They must have heard me.

"What?"

"Nothing. Anyways, there are your SUV's. I'll meet you at the precinct. Bye." I started walking to my car. I left behind some very confused profilers. I got in my car and pulled away. But I looked back and I saw J.J. crying. She must have figured it out. Damn, so much for in the wind and never going back.

J.J.'s POV

As she drove away I realized who she was. The way she talked and walked. 'Oh my goodness!' I thought to myself.

"Whoa. She acted a lot like Izzie." Morgan said.

"She is Izzie! OH MY GOODNESS!" I yelled. I started crying.

"Calm down J.J. we'll see her again at the station. You can talk to her then about why she left." Morgan said, I could see he was also battling emotions.

"I already know why!" I choked out my confession.

"WHAT? WHY?" Morgan screamed.

"I can't tell. I promised." I saw Spencer also get mad and stomp off towards the SUV's. And that was the end of that discussion.