AN: Hi again all! Lookie here another chapter already you ask, well I guess I spoil you! Thanks again for the reviews on the last chapter and to those who are have favorited and are following my story, I hope you are all enjoying the read.
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Chapter Four: The Photo.
24 and a half years ago.
A women with long blonde hair was sat up in a small hospital bed, blankets around her, she looked exhausted but happy. She was smiling down at her new born child wrapped in a pink blanket sleeping peacefully in her arms.
A soft knock brought her attention to the door, where an older lady also with blonde hair was stood holding flowers in one hand a handbag over of shoulder, a teddy and pink balloon with 'it's a girl' written on in the other hand.
"Hi Mom." The younger women holding the baby said smiling softly.
"Oh Sandra! She's beautiful." The older women said after walking into the room.
She placed the flowers, handbag and teddy on the bedside table and let the balloon go letting it float up to the ceiling before gently kissing her daughter's head then bending down to do the same to her new grandchild.
"She looks so innocent and pure, I don't even remember Rosaline looking this innocent and small." Sandra said rocking her new born baby.
"She did. This little one will be just like her. Pure and kind, full of mischief I'm sure, but just like her Mom. She's all you Sandra I don't have a doubt in my mind." Sandra's Mom said with a small smile placing her hand on her daughters shoulder and squeezing gently.
"Where's Michael?" Sandra's Mom asked, now just noticing that her daughters husband Michael was nowhere to be seen.
"He went to pick up Ros-"
"Grandma Jareau!" Squealed an excited 6 year old Rosaline cutting her mother off mid-sentence and running through the door, attaching herself to Sandra's Mom's, Mrs Jareau's, legs.
"Oufff! Rosy look how big you're getting!" Mrs Jareau exclaimed bending down to hug her granddaughter.
"Hey Rosaline? Come here baby, there's someone I want you to meet." Sandra said softly to her eldest child.
She watched with a smile as her Mom helped the 6 year old climb up on the bed to sit next to her, before gently placing the baby in her out stretched arms, showing her how to old her little sister.
"This is your little sister, we going to call her Jennifer." Sandra said watching as her eldest daughter looked up to her seemingly deep in though.
"Can I call her Jenny? That way she will a 'y' ending name like me Mommy!" Rosaline asked excited.
"I think both names suit her perfectly." Mrs Jareau said with a smile making Rosaline beam and Sandra nod with a smile.
"Hi Jenny! I'm your big sister! But you can call me Rosy! We are going to be the bestest of friends, always! And we are going to have so much fun!" Rosaline said quickly to her sleeping sister in her arms.
Both Mother and Grandmother held tear filled smiles watching the exchange between the new sisters hoping and knowing this would be true
"Right." Mrs Jareau said clearing her throat. She went to her handbag on the bedside table and pulled out a small Polaroid camera.
"Now I know you three are technically 'Collins' girls now, but you will always be 'Jareau' girls to me. Let's get a photo of my three favourite 'Jareau' girls." Mrs Jareau said pointing the camera at her daughter and granddaughters waiting for them to move closer together and smile before taking the picture.
The camera flashed causing new born Jennifer to stir in her sisters arms before relaxing back to sleep again. Mrs Jareau took the Polaroid print from the bottom of the camera and shock it gently while the picture became clearer.
"Ros there you are! What did I tell you about running off like that?" Michael Collins said, a bit annoyed and out of breath walking through the door, a teenager following behind him that looked to be 12. They both have short brown hair, with similar facial features.
"Sorry Daddy." Rosaline said looking up to her father.
"Donnie!" She exclaimed with a smile to the teenager who just walked in behind him.
"Look! This is Jenny our new little sister!" She said excitedly.
"Yeah that's great Ros." Donnie said, not sound half as excited as Rosaline did.
He walked to the side of the room rolling his eyes before taking a seat on one of the chairs in the room. Looking around he saw three adult pair of eyes looking at him unimpressed.
"You're going to be a great big sister Ros. Congratulations. You to, Dad, Sandy." He said hoping to draw the attention off himself.
"Thanks Donnie." Sandra said.
Donnie was her step son from Michael's first marriage, even though they got on well he didn't call her Mom. She hoped that he would one day when he was ready to, but she wasn't going to force the subject.
"Look." Mrs Jareau said holding up the Polaroid picture, which now clearly showed the photo she had taken before.
"You all look so alike." She continued noticing the similar features all three faces in the picture had.
She passed the picture to Sandra who took it with a smile.
"We do. She, they both, look just like me." She said happily looking from the photo to her two daughters the youngest still in Rosaline's arms sleeping peacefully.
"Well she isn't going to look like me." Michael muttered under his break looking over his wife's shoulder to the see the picture.
"She's perfect." Sandra said looking back to the photo, not hearing her husband's muttered comment.
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Present day.
Walking into the church Emily shook the water from her umbrella before placing it by the door, it had been raining heavily for hours. Pulling down the hood on her long knee length black coat Emily shook her hair out of her face before scanning her surroundings.
The church was quiet.
Seeming empty.
She would have mistaken it for empty if she didn't know her girlfriend was here from their earlier conversation over the phone.
Slowly as she made her way further into the church she could start to see JJ, well the top of her head anyway.
She was sat on the floor in front of a church bench her knees drawn up to her chest, arms wrapped around them, staring to a spot near the podium.
Approaching her Emily took a deep breath before crouching door next to her.
"Jayje?" She called softly after the blonde had yet to notice her, still staring at that same spot.
Looking at her Emily could see JJ had been crying. There were tear streaks down her face. She was shivering from the cold, her clothes were wet from the rain she must have walked through, as was her hair.
Standing Emily shrugged her coat off before placing the coat around her girlfriend like a blanket.
"Come here Jay. You're freezing!" Emily sitting on the floor beside JJ laying a leg on the ground either side of her girlfriend.
She pulled JJ towards herself so that her side was resting against Emily's chest and began to rub her hands up and down the blondes arm and back trying to help her warm up.
"Emily?" JJ said in a shudder, only just now realising how cold she really was.
Truthfully she didn't even realise it had been raining when she was out walking. Emily was right, she was freezing. Shivering JJ buried in closer to Emily taking comfort in her scent and being in her arms.
"I'm here." Emily replied, hugging JJ tighter to herself when the blonde finally turned her head to look at her.
"Talk to me Jay." Emily said moving a stray strand of wet blonde hair behind JJ's ear.
"I can't." JJ croaked, her throat sore from the cold, from the crying.
"You'll leave me. You'll hate me." JJ continued.
"Hey, I'm not going anywhere." Emily said placing a hand on JJ's cheek to make sure she had her attention.
"I could never hate you. Never." Emily said.
"You will." JJ replied looking in her eyes.
"Just like he does, like they both do." She continued.
"Who?" Emily asked simply.
She watched as JJ eyes looked down, avoiding her gaze.
Following her eye sight Emily saw a photo on the floor near them next to JJ's bag. It was the photo Mrs Jareau took in the hospital. It looked worn and old, the corners crinkled, a fold mark visible in the centre. This photo had been looked after and obviously cherished very much.
Changing tactic, Emily leaned down and carefully picked up the photo looking at it closer. Looking back to JJ she could see the blonde was also looking at the photo.
Taking another look Emily was stunned, the women in the photo looked so much like JJ she could be her twin, if it wasn't for the obvious age of the photo you would think she was.
"Is she your mom?" Emily asked now looking at JJ.
JJ nodded a simple yes, still staring at the photo.
"You're the baby." Emily stated after noticing the date stamp, JJ birthday.
"Who is the little girl holding you?" She continued.
"My sister." JJ said in a whisper.
"Sister?" Emily said confused.
JJ had never told her she had a sister. Why hadn't she told her, she thought to herself. Were they not close? Thinking about it now Emily realised that JJ had never once spoken of her family with her.
"Her name was Rosaline." JJ continued, one word stuck out a little bit too much for Emily.
"Was?" Emily asked.
"It was my fault." JJ said looking up at Emily from the photo.
Looking into JJ's eyes Emily could tell that even though the blonde was looking at her in her mind she was somewhere else.
"Everything is my fault. Rosaline. My mom. All of it. It's all my fault." JJ continued in a trance.
"What happened to them Jayje?" Emily prompted, the profiler in her already knowing.
Right now though JJ didn't need profiling, she needed Emily to be her friend, to be her girlfriend. That's what Emily vowed to herself to do. She would prompt her to talk about what her mind so desperately needed her to talk about. She would hold her to let her know she was still here.
"They're dead and it's all my fault."
"They're dead because of me."
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AN: Thanks again to all those that are reading and have reviewed so far, please continue to do so, each review you write gives poor JJ a hug, what do you think happened to make her think this is all her fault?