Sorry for the rushed chapter! I've written 12 new chapters overall, three for each of the four stories I have, so please please please cut me a little slack for the shortness of these chapters. I can't wait for this vacation!

"Do they know where she's heading?" Hotch asked JJ.

She shook her head, "somewhere on the eastbound highway." She paused, slapping her phone on her hand. "Maybe she's trying to head back home?"

"Back home? What about this guy?" Tara asked, nodding to the ice tub in the room. "She can't just leave her work behind."

"Maybe she's going to start over," Rossi supplied. "I mean, there's not much to go on, but think if she was trying to get closer to her husband, it would make sense to go where they began."

Hotch nodded and pulled up Cheryl Anderson's file, "she and Tyler first lived in Middleton. That's a small town a half an hour away from here!"

"Let's go," JJ said, holding the door open as everyone exited the residence and headed into the large SUVs.

A few moments later, they were barreling down the highway, looking out for Cheryl's silver van. Suddenly, Reid jumped up and pointed a few lanes away, "there she is."

Rossi, who was driving, stepped on the acceleration and turned on the flashers. He quickly cut across two lanes; cars were swerving to avoid him. Immediately, tey nudged Cheryl's car, and guided it to the side of the highway, where the team exited their vehicles and surrounded her. "Cheryl Anderson- please exit your car slowly and put your hands on your head."

They waited patiently and soon a petite brunette stepped out of the silver van. She gently placed her hands atop her head and Hotch shouted out more instructions. "Take five steps backwards- keep your hands still."

She complied and soon the police department quickly handcuffed her and marched her to the nearest car.

JJ exhaled a sigh of relief, "that's one person off the streets."

"This job is like trying to kill a hydra. You cut off one head and two more grow back in its place," Tara muttered as they headed back to the cars.

As they packed up their belongings, Garcia suddenly appeared in their conference room. "Hello family!" she yelled, giving them each a hug. She turned to JJ and Tara, "So I gave our dear little coroner a call to thank her, and I decided that a mere phone call wasn't enough- so we're heading to the pub to celebrate a job well done!"

Tara, Rossi, and JJ were on board, however Reid and Hotch were somewhat skeptical.

"I've got a book to read-" Reid muttered.

Hotch began, "there's still some sort of files I need to-"

JJ groaned, "Hotch come on, you have to join us! Please?"

It took some convincing but he agreed, while Tara pointed out that Reid could finish the entire series of whatever novel he was reading while they were on the plane back to Quantico.

They quickly left their stuff in the cars and grabbed their wallets, filing into the small pub that Garcia had told Zara about. They managed to snag a large enough table and were promptly served by one of the bartenders, who placed large flagons of beer on the table.

They began to drink and talk among themselves, when they heard a loud clang from behind, and a loud "sorry jackass!" Just then Zara appeared in front of them, dressed in a white top and black pants. "Sorry, got a little caught up at work. Apparently some hotshots from the FBI found some sort of Frankestien-thing."

Garcia smiled as she was introduced to Zara, "I like you."

"Aww," Zara said, placing a hand on her heart "can you share that sentiment with the rest of my family?" She waved over to a bartender and nodded, "Hey Jack, pour me one Linc in the Sink please."

Jack nodded, and headed to the bar. "I thought you weren't coming in today," he said as he returned with her drink.

JJ and the rest of the team rounded on her, "wait what?" she asked.

She closed her eyes and shook her head, "thanks Jack. Thanks." Jack grinned sheepishly before apologizing and heading to another table.

"What does he mean- do you work here?" Reid asked.

Zara sighed and nodded, "surprisingly, not many people die here. So I don't make that much money. I needed extra cash and this was the best place."

"You're a bartender?" Rossi asked, clapping with joy. "A woman of many talents."

Zara laughed, "I'm no bartender, but I do make a mean mimosa. I'm a pretty good singer and instrumentalist from what I've been told. The bar needed some live music and I offered. Been about the only useful thing I've been able to do here," she sighed taking a swig from her glass.

"But I thought that you were head coroner here?" Hotch asked.

Zara snorted, "Hell no. It took me ages to get that position in LA- but only a matter of hours to lose it. I'm a solo practicioner. Like a doctor. Except all my patients only visit me once- like a one night stand."

The team spat their drinks out at that last comment. "Most coroners that I've met have such horrible demeanors."

"Yeah, well most coroners aren't exactly the film-loving type," Zara muttered, "they're usually too busy cutting people up and bingeing Netflix. I like to diversify by adding music."

"That explains so much," Tara stated, drinking her beer.

Garcia grinned mischievously,"Do you think you could treat us to any of your wonderful singing?"

Zara nearly spat out her drink, "Umm, I thought I said I wasn't working today." The rest of the BAU looked at her expectantly. She felt her face redden, "sure." She quickly finished the small amount of her drink and headed up to the tiny stage, where a mic had been placed under a small spotlight. "So, i usually don't sing on my days off, so forgive me if I sound like crap." She drew a deep breath and one of the bartenders quickly played a track- 6 Inch Heels by Beyonce.