/Morgan\
I entered the round table room, being the last one to finish their assigned task that Hotch gave out. Murad's cousin had a lot to say about Murad and it was a start.
"Amir's girlfriend said he would go out every few hours a day and had some kind of secret job. He never told her anything but promised me he wasn't any kind of prostitute or stripper," JJ started off.
"How does she know that?" Callahan asked. "He was getting money somehow and obviously didn't want his girlfriend to know how."
"She said he left during the day and came back in the evening almost every time. Not to mention he was making way more than a normal street worker."
"So what was he doing...?" Rossi asked. JJ shrugged.
"She doesn't know, that's the problem," JJ answered, almost a little aggressively.
"You know, Murad's cousin was saying the same thing," I said, sharing the information I received. "He said that Murad had a new apartment. Nothing super fancy, but better than what an average stripper would make. He said he didn't know what Murad was doing, but figured it wasn't good news since he was so discreet about it."
"That must be the connection we've been missing," Reid pointed out. "That's probably why they were killed. We have to find out what they did for money."
"Did any of the detectives check their apartments yet?" Hotch asked Garcia and she nodded.
"Yes, yes I think they finished the searches of both Murad's and Amir's," she responded.
"Please go ask them to fax over to file on the searches," he ordered her and Garcia nodded, leaving the room to go do what Hotch asked. Hotch turned to Callahan. "What did you get from Murad's body?"
"The medical examiner said that the stab wounds on Murad were pretty shallow. I mean, deep enough to kill him, obviously," Callahan said. "but they weren't super deep. The first few were also a little jagged, probably from a shaky and nervous hand. There was clear hesitation in both the stab wounds and the blow to the head. One blow was shallow, and then there was another one to fully incapacitate Murad."
"This is a weird case," I said, feeling a sour look appear on my face. "Neither Murad or Amir are really tall or even muscular. They're both smaller and thin, almost no muscle on either of them. Why would the unsub incapacitate them first, then barely get the knife in them if they're so angry at them?"
"What're you thinking?" Hotch asked me. "That the unsub is a woman?" I nodded.
"Reid and I originally suspected that but then we saw the stab wounds and how many there were. And female offenders typically know their offenders. No woman were in Murad's life and Amir only has his girlfriend."
"Either this unsub is experienced and trying to confuse us on purpose or they're completely unorganized and probably devolving," Callahan said with a bit of annoyance.
"This is just a weird case," I sighed.
"It's not weird," Hotch said sternly. "It's just like any case we've worked before. We'll get more information from Murad's and Amir's apartments and Amir's full autopsy report. For now, we check Murad's and Amir's footsteps the days leading up to their deaths and see what we can find. Let's stop complaining and get to work." Hotch left the room with Rossi following behind him and the rest of us all looked around at each other.
"What's his deal?" I scoffed and everyone shrugged.
"Probably just stressed," Callahan said and then chuckled. "This is a weird case. Just getting a strange vibe from all this."
"I think Hotch's father-in-law is also messing with him. I went into his office and he was just staring at a picture of Jack, and I saw a missed call from his father-in-law on his phone in there," Reid said quietly, just in case Hotch was still in hearing range.
"Why is it any of your businesses?" JJ suddenly snapped. Callahan, Reid, and I all looked at her in surprise. "What ever happened to no inter-team profiling?"
"We were just discussing, Jayje," Callahan said, defending our conversation not in a rude tone, but in an appeasing tone.
"It's not your business to discuss," she said again, even more aggressively. "Stop profiling our own team members." She got up abruptly and left the round table room, then exited the bullpen and went into the elevator.
"What the hell is going on?" I asked and looked to Callahan and Reid. I mean, she wasn't wrong about how we shouldn't profile within the team. I was trying not to do that to her earlier, profile her. But now, I really couldn't help it. I've never seen her flip out like that.
"I have no idea," Callahan said with raised eyebrows. "Is she ok?"
"Where's my girl going?" Garcia asked frantically, coming back into the round table room. "Why is JJ leaving?"
"Probably to cool off," I suggested. "She just got mad at us for almost no reason and then left."
"Is she ok?" Garcia asked.
"That's what I just asked," Callahan said.
"I'm not sure what's wrong with her," Reid said slowly, staring at the bullpen exit. "Maybe she knows what's up with Hotch being on edge?"
"Alright," I said firmly. "Let's stop. She already got mad at us for profiling Aaron, so let's stop profiling her and get back to work. We have an unsub to catch who's most-likely devolving and we need to stop them. So, c'mon, let's get going and we'll worry about JJ later."
/Wil\
I walked inside, looking at my watch really quick as I came in. It was just past 11 at night, sighing as I didn't realize how quickly time had gotten away from me at work. I just finished writing the report on Murad and was almost done with Amir's, but still needed all of the autopsy information. I saw the light on in the kitchen and figured JJ was home.
"Jayje?" I asked and saw her appear from around the kitchen corner in just an unbuttoned blouse and underwear. "Woah," I said and smiled at what she was wearing. She smiled back and I went up to her and hugged her, then kissed her with passion. "Where's the kid?" I asked quietly when the kiss broke.
"Upstairs, I put him to bed so you and I could have a little alone time tonight," she whispered back and I smiled again.
"You're a genius," I said and went to kiss her, but she stopped me.
"How about you get in something a little easy to remove and then come back down here. I'll get two glasses of wine ready," she said in a flirtatious tone and I nodded in agreement. I went upstairs quickly but quietly and changed out of my button up shirt, tie, and slacks into a t-shirt and gym shorts. I headed down the stairs and heard the clinking of glasses and figured she was getting a few glasses all set up. I re-entered the kitchen and smiled again when I saw JJ.
"When did you even get home?" I asked, taking the glass of wine she handed me.
"Around 9. I left for a few minutes around 6 then went back, and then came here when Hotch sent all of us home."
"Why'd you leave for a little bit in between?" I asked and sipped my wine.
"Oh, just Morgan and Spence were being a little...annoying. I left just to clear my head and then went back to work," she answered a little reluctantly.
"How so?" I asked again, taking another sip.
"They just were," she responded, clearly not wanting to talk about it. "Anyway, let's just get back to the important stuff." I nodded in agreement and picked her up, my hands on her bare upper thighs, and set her on the counter, kissing her after doing so. I ran my hands behind her neck and through her hair, and she ran hers down my back and chest. I continued kissing her before I felt a little light-headed and tired. After a few more seconds, I broke the kissing between JJ and I and shut my eyes hard, then opened them back up to try and tried to wake myself up a little more.
"Are you ok?" JJ asked, putting her hand on my cheek.
"Yeah, I just got super tired," I laughed, a little embarrassed and annoyed that this was preventing me from having a good time with JJ. "Not sure why, really."
"You feel warm," JJ said with worry, moving her hand from my cheek to my foreheads.
"Really?" I asked and felt my forehead. It didn't feel that warm, but I was probably trying to make myself believe that because I hated being sick. My body felt a little weaker and my eyes a little heavier.
"You really don't look good, Will. Are you that stressed from work?" She asked and I nodded a little. Work was making me pretty stressed and fatigued in general. "You better get to bed now then so you're able to get up earlier tomorrow to get to work."
"Yeah...yeah..." I said slowly, even more tired. Work was really wearing me out and tonight I finally felt its toll. "You're right. Sorry, Jayje."
"It's ok," she said easily and kissed my cheek. "Sleep well, ok? I'll be up there in a little bit. I'm gonna watch a little bit of TV before I come up."
"Ok...Goodnight, hun," I slurred and went to the stairs. When I entered our bedroom, I quickly pulled off my shirt and flopped onto the bed, falling asleep almost immediately.
