This is the first time I've written anything, not just a fanfic and this chapter probably shows that. I don't know why, but I just don't like this chapter very much. I guess it just didn't turn out the way I wanted it to. So please review and tell me what you think about it.

Her Secret

A CM fanfic

Chapter 4

The entire team, minus J.J. was seated around the round table in the conference room. None, if any had gotten much sleep the night before. After Prentiss's discovery of a letter sent to J.J. the week before they had all become even more worried and confused. Hotch was the first to speak.

"Let's go over what we have so far." He looked around the table and stopped at Emily. "Prentiss, you want to read the letter you found?"

She looked down at the paper in her hands. She had been lucky to find it due to the fact that J.J. had crumpled it up into an almost unreadable state and thrown it in the trash. Had she not been clumsy enough to accidentally knock over the small trash can and watch it tumble out from under several other papers they wouldn't have a clue whatsoever as to why J.J. left. After a short pause, she began to read.

"Hello Jenny,

I hope you haven't forgotten me after all these years. As you can see, I have not forgotten you. I was so very happy when I was finally able to track you down. It's been many years since that unforgettable last time I saw your mother. I was thinking about how nice it would be to relive those memories and I think you would be the best person to help me do that. I hope to see you soon, Jenny and if you tell the police or any of your little FBI buddies about this letter something bad might just happen to that boyfriend of yours. Derek Morgan, right?

See you soon"

She looked up at Morgan as she finished reading.

"Garcia, could you find anything about something happening to J.J.'s mother?" Hotch asked.

"No, I couldn't. In fact, all of the information I have on our girl I got from her FBI file. She grew up in a small town and I went as far back as I could and I couldn't find anything about J.J., her soccer team, her brothers or anything else about her or her family in the town's newspaper."

"That's strange. You would think a small town's newspaper would be full of stuff like school sports activities and students who do exceptionally well. You said before that J.J. was a straight A student, right?" Reid asked getting more confused with each new thing they found, not believing that the newspaper would have absolutely nothing about their friend.

"She told me she didn't have any brothers or sisters." Morgan, who had been strangely quiet throughout the entire conversation suddenly said.

"Then why would her file say she had two brothers?" Hotch wondered.

Morgan looked up at his friends with hurt evident in his eyes and his voice.

"Why would she lie to me?" he asked. Morgan was beginning to question how much he truly did know about the woman he loved, the one person he shared his secrets with and whom he thought had done the same.

Hotch could see the confusion begin to mix along with the hurt and fear on Morgan's face, but he knew he nor anyone else would ever be able to come up with any words that could even come close to comforting their friend.

"Morgan, I don't think she lied to you." Reid said in a confident voice which earned him a look from Morgan that clearly said 'How the hell would you know?!' He ignored the look and continued with his explanation. "The way she wrote the letter to you, the way she worded it, I…I think she really loved you and I don't think she would lie to you if she did."

"Then why would her FBI file say she had brothers that she didn't have?" Morgan asked

"Maybe that's not the only thing wrong in her file." Emily said, thinking aloud. "Maybe the reason you couldn't find anything about her in the newspaper is that she didn't grow up there. I don't know why her official file would have wrong information, but that seems to make the most sense to me."

"If we find out where she's really from then we will probably find all the answers we're looking for. Did you find an envelope with the letter to her?" Hotch asked.

"No, it was just this." Emily said, picking up the letter as she finished her sentence.

"Wait a second." Reid said as he began staring at the letter after Emily turned it so the front side was facing him.

"What is it, Reid?" Garcia asked as he took the paper and began to study the bottom right corner.

"It's a picture." He said a bit confused as to why they would have drawn a picture at the bottom of what was supposed to be a threatening letter.

"Of what?" everyone seemed to ask at the same time.

"Illinois." He replied with surprise and confusion in his voice.

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"What do you mean he's back? And how do you know?" J.J.'s father asked her becoming more panicked and worried each second about what might happen to himself or his daughter.

"He sent me a letter. I think he wants to kill me dad." She said slowly and quietly. J.J. looked up at her father as more tears threatened to fall.

"Then why didn't you tell the police?!" Her father rose from his spot on the couch next to her as his voice began to grow louder with very word he spoke. "You think you've got a murderer after you, Jenny and you come to me instead of the police? I just don't get it." He said shaking his head. His voice lowered as he said, "Do you want to end up like your mother?"

J.J. looked down at her shoes. She began to study them as if they were brand new and she still wasn't sure if she really liked them or not. When she spoke, her voice was quiet.

"I couldn't tell anyone dad."

"Why not?" Her father could come up with no good explanation as to why his daughter would not be able to tell the police about a threatening letter that she got and because of that, he was still practically yelling at her. He had thought years ago that he had been able to put the memory of his dead wife out of his mind and he only remembered what he had wanted to. Then his daughter came back and within five seconds of being there had brought up all the old memories and feelings that he though he had left behind.

J.J. got up, faced her father and looking him in the eye said, "I'm in the FBI, dad. I am the police and that letter said if I told anyone about it something bad would happen to someone I love."

He just looked at her shocked.