Friday morning the team is sitting in the conference room as Garcia presents a case. "Bad news, my League of Justice, temps are going to be down in the 40's this weekend. Good news is I'm sending you to L.A. where temps will be in the high 60's to low 70's."

"I knew I loved you for a reason," Rossi jokes. Garcia gives him a wink.

"Police in La-La Land are concerned with a growing pattern of deaths and want to stop the killings before the media picks up on things." She pulls up a picture. "Victim 1, recognize him?"

"Isn't that the guy from, damn…what's it called…'First Bell'?" Emily finally stammers out.

"Point for Prentiss. Yes, Kyle Gilliand was part of the ensemble cast of 'First Bell'. He was not the star but he had a pretty popular following in the Tween market. Sadly, as we all know, Tween's grow up and lose their puppy love for certain child stars. Though others on the show transitioned to adult roles, Gilliand did not. He had fallen into obscurity and was even working at a fast food joint where, it seemed, no one had any idea who he was until a 'Where Are They Now?' show tracked him down. He saw a brief resurgence in popularity, especially since one of the cable channels is re-airing 'First Bell'. He did some appearances, had cameo's on a couple shows and then 'poof' the new fame bubble burst and he had slipped back into nothingness."

"How long from re-emergence to nothing again?" JJ asks.

"About 10 months."

"Fast fall," Emily notes.

"That's Hollywood for you," Garcia says with a shrug. "Two weeks ago he was found in his apartment with a .38 bullet in his head. Copies of magazines and DVD's featuring First Bell were destroyed and scattered over his body."

"Rage, obsession, murder. Got to love L.A.," Rossi says dryly.

"Oh, Monsieur Rossi, it gets better." Garcia pulls up the next picture. "Last night Mixie Aster was found- -"

"Oh my God," Reid interrupts, his voice cracking in astonishment. Everyone looks at him. "She…she was in a movie with Lila Archer. They were friends." He blushes when he realizes everyone is looking at him. "I, um…"

"You went out to visit her, you dog!" Morgan states.

Reid clears his throat. "Um…I think…Garcia needs out attention," he mumbles, wishing a hole would open up and swallow him whole.

Garcia grins and rescues the embarrassed genius. "Yes, she was. She was on the short lived Saturday morning show 'Time Travel Teacher': the wacky tales of a teacher with at time machine she used to teach her kids about history. Of course, hilarity and craziness ensued as they tried not to alter history."

"Of course. It's kind of cute," Emily says. Everyone looks at her. She shrugs. "I have a kid getting into TV age. I need to know what he might watch," she defends herself.

"Understandable. And she's right…it's cute," Hotch agrees. The team chuckles at the parents. "Jack loves it."

"Anyhoo, Aster had fallen into obscurity until an appearance on TV show that reunites casts of old shows. Like Gilliand she had a brief flurry of fame and then it died, or rather was killed by her addiction to meth. She just couldn't stay straight even when old friend Lila Archer tried to get her help."

"They were friends until the drugs," Reid tells the team. "It…it hurt Lila that drugs meant more to Mixie."

"Sadly, she won't get a third chance. She, too, was found with a .38 bullet in her head and destroyed DVD's and ripped up copies of articles spread all over body. So far these are the only 2 killings but the police would like us to come see if we can stop the killer before there are more."

Hotch takes over. "So far this has stayed out of the media but it won't for long. Sadly there are a large number of fallen child stars for the unsub to choose from. Wheels up in 30. Oh, and, Jareau, Prentiss, if you two end up with 'car problems' in a Bureau vehicle this case please refer to the handbook for activities not allowed in them."

Emily and JJ blush BRIGHT red as everyone else, Hotch included, laugh. The wives look at each other.

"This is your fault," they say simultaneously, pointing at each other.


By the time the team is on the jet and in the air, Garcia has finished her first run of backgrounds.

"Now keep in mind the same studio produced both shows so it's not unusual to have crossover on the crew, directors, writers, etc," she starts.

"How much crossover, Garcia," Hotch presses.

"So far 76 people," she reports sadly.

"Oh, good grief."

"Garcia, do any of those 76 appear on both the recent shows the two stars appeared on?" Reid asks.

Garcia nods. "There are 21 people that also appeared on those two shows. Before you ask, none have records for anything more violent than minor drug possession, drunk in public or DUI."

"Well, it always sucks when we don't have any suspects. Turns out it also sucks when we have lots of suspects," Morgan states as everyone nods.

"Garcia, send us what you have on each potential suspect. The rest of you, we have 5 hours in the air and will have an extra 3 hours to work today. Rest for three hours then start reviewing the people Garcia has culled. We'll come together an hour before landing. On the ground, JJ get with the police spokesperson and make sure we head off any leaks or media speculation." JJ nods. "Prentiss, Rossi, go to the morgue and check out the bodies. Maybe there is more about them than we can see in the briefs. Morgan, you and I will check out the crime scenes. Both are still sealed so the lead detective will meet us. Reid, geographic profile," Hotch orders. "Any media requests get filtered right to JJ. You okay with that?"

JJ nods. "Definitely," she answers, rubbing her stomach unconsciously. "I can also help Spence with the geo-profile and start on financials with him once I finish with the press liaison."

"Good. Everyone rest now. We need to find this guy before he chooses his next target."

Hotch stands up and moves to his seat near the front of the jet. Everyone else gets settled for the long flight. Reid looks at JJ.

"Do you want to stretch out on the couch?"

She smiles at him. "No thanks, Spence. Eventually that will be a necessity but right now," she lifts the arms between the seats and snuggles up to Emily, "this will be just fine."

Reid nods and takes the sofa. Emily puts her feet up on the seat in front of her and wraps an arm around JJ's shoulder. She kisses her wife's temple.

"I love you, Jennifer."

"I love you, too."

JJ closes her eyes and quickly drifts off to sleep. Emily remains awake, running her hand up and down JJ's arm, picturing what their two little nesters will eventually look like. She hopes at least one is blonde so Henry doesn't feel left out somehow. She smiles as she pictures one blonde and one brunette. That would be perfect. Maybe a boy and a girl? That would help guarantee she wouldn't get them confused.

"Imagining your kids?" Morgan asks quietly.

Emily looks over at him and grins. "How'd you know?"

"You just looked so serene and happy plus you were staring at JJ's stomach. Profiling 101."

Emily laughs slightly. "Yeah, I guess so. Twins, Morgan. It's going to be a long, strange trip."

"You can say that again." He moves on back to another seat so he can stretch out with his music.

Emily sighs and settles down in her seat. She tries to go to sleep but her mind just won't stop picturing the Prentiss household as 4 kids grow up together. It will be crazy. It will be messy. There will be arguments. There will be hurt feelings.

But above all…there will be love.