Hi, people, thanks for reviewing! So here's chapter 2:
JJ was glad to get away from the rest of them team and especially out of Hotchner's watchful eyes. The officer assigned to her, Bill Mayor was his name, wasn't much of a talker which the FBI agent greatly appreciated right now. It wasn't a long drive to Marcia Gray's house. Jennifer Jareau wasn't a profiler, but since the home wasn't the crime scene and the victim also didn't appear to be abducted from here, this was pretty much a routine check. The police car drove onto the front porch and stopped. Having your own house at 32 all to yourself, and a big one that is. JJ thought. But prices weren't high in Belworth - nothing compared to Washington D.C. JJ and Mayor stepped outside the vehicle. They went to the front door where the police cordon was still telling people not to enter. The officer ripped it off and they went inside.
Marcia's house was extremely clean. Besides all the work she still has time to clean this big house. Well, if you've got not social life. JJ instantly hated herself for that judgmental thought. Officer Mayor went through the kitchen and living room. "I'll check the bathroom and the bedroom ok?" JJ said. He made a grunting noise. I'll take that as a yes. Bathroom and bedroom were upstairs. As she started to go through Marcia's things she was feeling uncomfortable. The bathroom is probably the most private room in the house – JJ never got used to invading people's privacy like that. Even if they were dead.
When she opened the medical cabinet she was surprised. Psych meds. A lot of them. As she went through the bottles she read the names on the labels: Celexa, Seroxat, Prozac, Zyprexa, Seroquel, Lexotanil, Xanax. JJ had to take a deep breath. She called the officer and had him bring an evidence bag.
On the other side of the town, Morgan and Prentiss were at the motel where Patricia Norman had stayed before her violent death.They talked to the manager, but he didn't seem to have noticed anything strange. They got the key and went to check Patricia's former room. It was hot outside and the air was thick when they entered the motel room. There was nothing noticeable to catch their eyes at first. Everything looked pretty common. Some close where lying on a chair, apparently clean clothes the woman had prepared for the next day ... the day after she was killed. Since Patricia had only planned to stay for one night – as the manager had told the FBI agents – she hadn't even unpacked her bags. Emily pulled a heavy suitcase from under the bed and opened it.
Morgan checked the bathroom. "Anything?" he asked Emily. "Just the usual." Prentiss went through the clothes but there was nothing significant. She sighed and looked at the empty notebook case on the table. The police had taken the notebook and already searched the files – it had been mostly work stuff, nothing that gave any clue about who Patricia's killer may be.
Morgan went through the victims toiletry. Then he found something. "Hey Prentiss, check this out." Agent Prentiss came into the bathroom and looked at him holding up a small dose of pills ... that was empty. "It's empty." "Yeah, Morgan responded, the label says 'Imitrex'. That's a migraine medication." "So, she had a migraine ... and?" "The bottle is empty." Morgan said. "So? She probably forgot to refill in time." "When I was in college" Morgan said, "a fellow student – my room mate at the dorm actually – suffered from severe migraine. He took something like Imitrex. If he didn't, he had attacks that were so bad he was shaking and puking. Trust me, if Patricia needs them she wouldn't go a day without them." Emily tried to follow Derek's trail of thought. "So you're saying she had to get new pills somewhere." "Exactly. Since she was traveling through she probably went to a clinic and didn't make an appointment with a private doc. We should check local hospitals and see if she was there before she was killed."
It was a small forest just outside Belworth. Not really big or dense. but enough to let two women disappear. Apparently. As Hotch and Reid drove up to the crime scene, Hotchner was lost in though. He was angry at himself for sending JJ to Marcia's house without anyone else of the team ... what was I thinking? he asked himself. Sure, that officer was there, but if JJ was a bit 'off' she might need someone a bit closer. Aaron Hotchner tried to male a mental note to talk to her the next time.
"We're here." Reid's voice pulled him out of his thoughts. The two FBI agents got out of the car. Sheriff Trenton had parked right next to them and was leaving his vehicle as well. The crime scene was circumscribed by a 'POLICE, DO NOT CROSS' bar, but there was really nothing to disturb. Forensics had done their job, the bodies were at the morgue obviously and all the evidence had been sent to the lab. "He obviously didn't abduct them here, he brought them here" Reid said. "Did you find car tracks?" Trenton answered: "Well, we did, but the tracks, every second citizen here drives a jeep like that." "Is there any significance to this place?" Agent Hotchner asked. "No, besides people never come here. We had a few problems with wild animals who had rabies a few years ago. A kid got bit and almost died. Since then, people pretty much shy away from this part of the woods, even though we haven't had a rabies case in a long time." Hotchner's mind worked, putting together the pieces of the puzzle. "So ... chances are he knew that. This is a quiet place where he won't be disturbed. Odds a rising that he is a local." Trenton looked at him and let out a heavy sigh. "It's gonna be hard explaining that to the community. I don't want people to get paranoid." "We don't want you to start a manhunt, sheriff", Hotchner assured. "Not yet. We don't have enough information for that." While they were talking, Reid had begun to stroll around. He stopped and looked at the other two men. "Forensics have already established the woman weren't killed here?" "Yes", Trenton replied, "we can say that with some certainty." "Although the disposal of the bodies has a huge ritualistic imagery" Reid thought aloud "this place doesn't. What he does with them is important, not where. I don't think he'll be coming back. He'll relieve the experience where he raped and killed them." "So much for the surveillance." Trenton sounded disappointed. "Don't all off all your men yet," Hotch looked at Trenton. "even if he doesn't have to come here because of the old kills, he might bring potential new victims here." "You think there are going to be more?" Hotch and Reid exchanged a look. There were always more. "I fear so."
It was late and JJ was tired. She closed the door of the hotel room behind her. As she started undressing it hit her. All day she had been able to suppress her emotions ... at least so much that no one would notice. Now they came all at once. Guilt swapped over her like a wave, fear and sadness threatened to devour her. She sat down on the bed and started sobbing. The sobbing became heavy crying and she started to shake. All of a sudden, JJ felt incredibly sick. She barely made it to the bathroom and threw up in the toilet. Her body, just recovering from this first wave, was hit with another one and she threw up again. Exhausted she sank on the bathroom floor. Her eyes were red from crying, he throat hurt from puking, but she felt a little bit better. Yeah, it had always made her feel better... She took of her T-Shirt which was quite sweaty. As she put it on the floor, she looked at her bare arms. There it was. The signs, the only visible signs that it had been real. That it really did happen. JJ touched her left arm with her right hand and moved her fingers over it. She felt the lines of scar tissue with the tip of her finger. As she looked at the scars on her arm, something started to ache inside her. She wanted to do it. She wanted to cut herself again. No fucking way. She said to herself. Not ever again. Yet there was another voice inside her. A voice that told her she needed to be punished. It is your fault, and solely yours. You should have protected her and you didn't. Your filthy, dirt, crap and you always have been. This life you're living right now is just a lie. This is who you truly are. This is what you deserve. IT'S NOT! She yelled at her inner voice. It's my fault I know, but this won't help. This won't bring her back. But it'll bring some justice. You're fake so no one can punish you. But you need to be punished. You're useless, and you know it. JJ leaned against the bathroom wall and more tears ran down her face. She desperately tried to think of something else but her thoughts and feelings were overwhelming her. And the visit at the house ... seeing all those meds had put her over the edge. She had been fighting for so long. Why fight anymore. What's there to fight for? Slowly, she got her bag with her toiletry. Jennifer looked for her lady shaver and took it out. She tried to open it to get a blade out. It was quite difficult. She uses her teeth to open the plastic protection. Plock. It was open. JJ looked at the shiny blade she'd freed. Just for a second. Then she did what she had to do and felt relieved.
A violent knock pulled Jennifer Jareau out of her sleep. It had been a deep sleep, dreamless, perfect to forget. Tiredly, she looked at her watch. OMG! It was almost 9:30, she totally overslept. There was another knock on the door. "One second" she yelled and ran into the bathroom to get a bathrobe she put it on over her pajamas and opened the door. Standing before her was Morgan looking slightly worried. "Everything ok JJ? We wanted to meet 15 minutes ago." "Yeah, yeah, I'm sorry, I totally overslept. Why don't you head out without me and I'll meet you at the police department." Morgan didn't look comfortable or satisfied with her answer. "You sure you're ok?" "Yeah totally. I'm really sorry. Tell Hotch I'll be there as fast as I can."
Swearing and cursing herself, JJ started looking for her clothes. She undressed, revealing the new wounds on her arm. Worriedly, she looked at them. It was quite warm outside. Her scars normally didn't show if you didn't look close enough, but the red lines on her forearm now were sure to be seen by anyone. Cursing once more, she grabbed a long-sleeved blouse and put it on. After getting dressed she frantically applied some makeup and got mascara in her eye. "FUCK!" JJ exclaimed loudly, hoping no one else in the hotel would hear her. Just about ten minutes later she ran out of her room.