I wanted to get this done sooner, but school just started and everything's kinda crazy! It's kinda short too, but I just thought this was a good place to end this chapter and I've already started on the next one. I'm still working on 'Her Secret' too.

Thanks to those of you who reviewed the first chapter!

Just an Average Everyday Press Conference…Or Not

A CM fanfic

Chapter 2

"I just want to talk to you" Hotch said in the calmest voice he could to the man holding a gun to J.J.'s head.

"I don't wanna talk!" He yelled back.

"Will you at least tell me your name?" Hotch asked trying not to look at J.J. or think about what she was feeling. He knew he needed to focus on the man with the gun so he could quickly profile him and hopefully diffuse the situation before someone got seriously hurt.

The man turned his head towards Hotch. "Travis. Travis Scott." He spat out before turning his attention back to the blonde media liaison whose head was still at the receiving end of his pistol and the mass of local police and reporters who all wondered if they would make it out alive.

Garcia who had been watching from one of the security cameras on her computer back at her bunker in Quantico immediately put the name into every search she could, hoping to find something to tie the guy to the previous murders and to prevent him from killing again.

Meanwhile Travis was still wondering how he ended up where he was. He had seen the pretty blonde who looked just like Amy on TV a few days before. He knew she was warning people about him. He knew the man she was describing fit him exactly and when he found out there was to be another press conference from the FBI on his crimes he just couldn't resist. He couldn't resist being there, watching them, and watching her. So he had shown up at the police station that morning and when he saw her, Agent Jareau, he realized what he had really intended to do by being there. She had the same blonde hair, in almost the same style exactly that Amy had always worn hers, and her eyes, her eyes where a similarly deep blue. When she started to tell everyone about him, some things he wasn't even aware of himself, he decided it was time and he pulled out his gun and ran onto the small stage as quickly as he could managing to take everyone by complete surprise.

"Why are you here, Travis?" Hotch asked the younger man, pulling him from his thoughts. "Did you kill those women?"

Travis refused to look at Hotch and wouldn't answer his questions directly. "They deserved it! All of them!" He shouted out to the crowd of people.

"So, you did kill them?" Hotch asked calmly, quietly as if he was speaking to a small child.

"I didn't say that!" He yelled back nervously, suddenly realizing that his big mouth had probably just given him away.