A/N: Not sure how I feel about the ending for this one, please let me know! OOH and let me know if you know who did it! Please review!

Morgan sat in the small hospital conference room, a small tube in his hands. In that tube was a single bullet. One bullet that had ended the life of a dear friend. He looked over it, turned it over and over, hoping the answer would somehow come to him. The simple fact was, right then, he had no answers. He only had grief.

His girl, his baby sister, his JJ was gone. They hadn't even been able to fulfill one of her wishes, that her organs be donated before the autopsy was done. Something about the director of the New Orleans FBI expediting the autopsy.

So now, not even an hour after her death, Morgan held the bullet in his hands; waiting for the rest of his team to arrive. He knew Hotch had just spoken with the Jareau's, had already spoken with Will and Emily and Garcia. They knew, now came the part where they taught the shooter a very important lesson. You don't mess with family.. ever.

"Agent Morgan." His thought were interrupted by a doctor walking in and handing him a piece of paper. "We found this on her, in her vest pocket. We wanted to give it to you." The woman said softly, handing the torn piece of paper to you.

"Thank you." Morgan nodded and took it, unsure of what it was. And when he opened it, his heart broke all over again as he recognized JJ's perfect handwriting.

"Hotch, Reid, Morgan, Rossi, Emily, Blake, and Garcia," the letter began. "If you are reading this, you are all aware of what has happened. I want every single one of you to know something right away, do not blame yourselves for my death. I know with all my heart you did everything in your power to save my life- somethings, as we all are well aware of, are simply out of our control.

Hotch, I expect you to keep these guys all inline. And when you go to address the press regarding my death, please, make eye contact, it will help overall!" Morgan cracked a smile.

Spense, you promised me you would get Henry into a fantastic school, and while he has not quite mastered the art of sharing yet, I expect you to fulfill that promise.

Morgan, I never had a big brother, I never had a brother. Thank you for being my brother and teaching me how "to fight like a girl." Morgan lost it there, reminiscing on the times he had taught JJ how to fight, and the time that she had kicked his ass.

Rossi, don't you dare consider retiring or leaving this team because of this, they need you know more then ever.

Blake, besides Garcia, it will be up to you to keep our boys behaving themselves. Watch their video game habit, what they eat and make sure they have clean clothes on before they get off the plane.

Emily, thank you for being by my side, even when you aren't by my side. Blake is going to need you now more than ever.

Garcia, Garcia, I need you to be brave and strong, I need you to be the kick ass super woman we all know you are. I need you to watch out for our boys, and my husband and son. Don't let Will feed him chocolate chip waffles for breakfast every morning, or fast food every night!

To all of you, you have given me the best moments of my life. I never doubted any of you, and am forever thankful that each one of you entered my life. You need to begin to move forward, do what you need to do, then keep moving. One day at a time. I have faith in all of you. It was an honor serving with you, being part of your team. I love you all-

JJ."

"Damn it!" The gentleman tossed his shot glass against his office door, shattering the thing before its pieces cascaded to the ground. "Damn it!" He shouted this time, his plan had fallen to crap; the FBI knew that there was another shooter. The FBI knew that Mitchell had not fired the fatal shot.

And now, they were on his trail, if not now, then soon. He wasn't sure how much time he had, and honestly wasn't sure if he should just make a run for it now. Or, he could continue operating as he was and pray that they never suspected him.

That damn Mitchell had screwed everything up, if he hadn't moved from his original spot, his cover never would have been blown and the FBI would have Mitchell in custody.

But that Hotchner had to have revealed that it couldn't have been Mitchell, so they were back to looking for the second shooter.

The one who had killed a federal agent.

They were looking for him and he knew they would find him. He wasn't dumb, he knew how the FBI acted when one of their own was injured, when one was killed, they were like dogs on the scent. They would not give up and all of their resources would be allocated to finding their agent's killer. Until they found him.