A/N: I'm uploading two chapters today because I tend to write quicker when I have a lot of emotions. My grandpa died on Wednesday and it kills me to know that we'll never be at my grandma's house, sitting around with him in the living room anymore, having cake or dinner. I guess it's ironic that the last thing he ever ate was ice cream cake for his 90th birthday last Saturday. He lived a long, good life, even though the Alzheimer's probably made his memories of his life almost non-existant. I know it's better now, because he's in less pain, but it still makes me cry to know that he's gone. Anyway, I'm sorry for this depressing note, but I just needed to let that all out. So, Grandpa, these chapters are dedicated to you. Rest in Peace. You will always be in my heart.

BOULDER POLICE DEPARTMENT

BOUDLER, COLORADO

TWO BLACK SUVs pulled up outside of Boulder's police department. The officers watched as six people got out of them, all but one wearing sunglasses. They all closed their car doors and glanced at each other, one of them pulled their suit jacket back to reveal a Glock holstered on their hip.

The officers looked at each other, shaking their heads in mutual dislike.

"Ugh. F.B.I.," one muttered.

"I hate the F.B.I.," another murmured, "Who called them in? We're perfectly capable of handling this case without the F.B.I.," he finished, scoffing the word 'F.B.I.'

They watched as the six F.B.I. agents walked coolly up towards the door of the police station.

"Sheriff Richardson?" JJ asked the man standing and waiting at the door. He nodded, smiling, taking her hand and shaking it.

"I'm Agent Jareau, we spoke on the phone," she introduced herself.

"Ah, yes. You're even prettier than you sound," Richardson said, cracking a lopsided smile at her. Prentiss felt a tug of annoyance in her gut as Richardson shamelessly let his eyes roam over JJ's body. She felt her hands curling into fists at her side as she fought to not take his head off right then and there.

"Thanks for getting over here so quickly," he finished, his grin still plastered across his face.

JJ smiled awkwardly. "Of course." She began to gesture to the agents behind her.

"These are SSAs Morgan, Hotchner, Rossi, Prentiss and Dr. Reid," she said, pointing to each one in turn.

Richardson shook each of their hands except Reid's who merely waved. "Pleasure to meet you all."

"Uhm," Reid interjected, "do you have a place we can set up?" Richardson looked somewhat taken aback by Reid's forwardness.

"Uhh, yeah. Sure," he pointed to a fairly spacious area in the back of the building, "In the back there."

"Thank you," Reid said, smiling, before taking off to the back of the building, Morgan following him to help.

"Now, Sheriff, if you don't mind I think we'll all be heading back there with Agents Morgan and Reid," Hotch said, smiling slightly.

"Of course, Agent..." Richardson looked stumped for a moment before coming up with a name, "Hotchner."

Prentiss raised her eyebrows at Rossi who shot her a smile before they both followed Hotch and JJ to the back of the station.

"Okay," Hotch said after they'd finished setting up, "we've been stuck here long enough just setting up."

"It would've helped if we didn't have to go searching for everything we needed," Prentiss mumbled under her breath. That got a grin from JJ.

"Interviewing the victims' families wouldn't do us any good, as we know. The victims met the unsub at the trailer park," Hotch continued, pretending he hadn't heard Prentiss' comment, "So, Prentiss, JJ, I'd like you to go to the latest crime scene; take a look at the bodies. Morgan, Reid, I'd like you two to stay here, see if you can come up with anything else. Rossi and myself will go to the RV park and ask around, find out what people know about the Williamsons and the Wheelers, maybe who they visited and hung out with the most. We'll meet back here in a few hours. Get to work," Hotch commanded.

Reid and Morgan turned back in their seats and grabbed their case files, flipping a few pages in and continued reading.

Hotch and Rossi turned and headed out of the station towards one of the SUVs.

Prentiss grabbed her suit jacket and tugged it on. "Let's go Jayje," she called out to JJ and she followed Prentiss away from the piercing, judgmental eyes of the officers and out into the welcoming sunshine.