Hey Guys! I was bored this weekend, so I sat down and cranked out a chapter! As I said, this chapter is more action packed, and once again, I would love for you to review. I hope that I will have another chaper out by Wednesday, but it depends on how much English homework I have. Have a good week!
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Do you guys have any other FanFic stories to request? If you need one to keep you busy while you're waiting for my slow butt to post again, I would recommend Preponderance by HCBalwayshappy, and Broken by syfygeek1 . They are what got me to start writing FanFic in the first place!
We spent the rest of the morning and well into the afternoon sifting through the stacks of suspects that Garcia had sent us. Even with all six of us working, we were barely half way done when Detective Newman came in at half past six to tell us that Jackie Findley wanted to talk.
"She said that she would only talk to Agent Jareau and Agent Prentiss. Whenever one of my boys goes in there to try and talk to her, her lawyer stonewalls us." He didn't sound very happy about the last part.
Prentiss and I shrugged and got up, happy to be doing something other than reading. When we entered the interrogation room, her head snapped up and she almost looked relived to see us. We sat down across from her. She signaled for her lawyer to leave the room.
"You said you would only talk to us. We're here, so talk." Prentiss said curtly. She was hesitant and instinctively looked to her lawyer for advice. "If you aren't going to say anything, then you're wasting our time." We stood up to leave.
"Wait!" She sounded almost panicked. "I'll talk, I just don't know how to tell you without looking like the bad guy."
"You are going to be a bad guy anyway if you don't talk, so I'd take your chances with us." I said.
She nodded, and we sat down again. It all came pouring out of her mouth the minute we were seated with our pens ready to write.
"About twenty minutes before the woman was abducted, I got a call on my personal cell phone. It was a man, and he said that if I wanted a story that would make me famous, that I needed to go to the mall, duck under the police tap and get a note from the plant by the door. He told me that I had to say that the police gave it to me and not tell anyone how I actually got it."
"Did he say why you couldn't tell anyone?" I asked her.
"He said that his friend would get mad."
Prentiss and I glanced at each other. This could possibly form a wedge in the group.
"I'll be right back." I said, and walked out if the interrogation room and back to talk to the team.
"What did she say?" Hotch asked, looking up. I told him what she said. "That's a way for us to split them up."
I nodded. "So what do we do about it?" I asked. "She's obviously terrified of him."
The team considered it for a moment. "We could have her publicly announce it, and then keep her in protective custody." Suggested Reid.
"I think that's our best chance of drawing one of them out." Said Rossi. "Tell her that if she agrees to do it then we'll drop the charges."
I quickly wrote out the deal and went back into the interrogation room. She and Prentiss were talking quietly about something that must not have been very important because the conversation ceased instantly when I walked in.
She had barely read the deal before she was shaking her head fiercely. "No. He'll find me and he'll do to me what he did to that girl you showed me earlier."
"No he won't. We'll have an officer on guard 24/7 at your apartment until we catch them." Then I added softly, "You might save someone's life."
She thought about it for a long time. "Fine." She agreed finally.
"Thank you." Said Prentiss, and we both stood and went back to the team.
"What did she say?" Asked Reid.
"She agreed to do it."
"Good." Said Hotch, pulling his phone out of us pocket and calling someone.
"Agent Jareau." Detective Newman said, opening the door slightly. "There is a call for you on line three. It's from a Detective LaMontagne, says he needs to talk to you.
That's weird, I thought. Normally Will would have called my cell before calling the station. I must have accidentally put it on silent. I reached for the land line that was in the center of the case files.
"Hey Will. Sorry, I must have put my phone on silent." I said when the connection tone sounded in my ear.
The voice that responded was most definitely not Will's. "What, no hello? You have to defend yourself first?"
I tensed and immediately reached for my cell. "Who is this?" I asked, my voice wavering slightly.
Reid and Prentiss were looking at me with matching puzzled expressions.
"What, you don't recognize the voice of a killer when you hear one? I thought you would have been doing this job long enough to at least be to do that Jennifer." The way he said my name sent chills running up my spine. By this point, the entire team was looking at me, except Hotch, who was still on the phone.
"What are you talking about?" I asked, trying to keep my voice as calm as possible.
The man laughed. "Wow, you really are blond aren't you. I wonder how fast DC police could get to your house if they found out it was an FBI agent's. How much blood would be covering the walls before they got there." The voice laughed again, and the line went dead.
I slammed the phone down and called Garcia.
"What can I do for my favorite-"
I cut her off. I could feel the panic rising in my chest. "Garcia, send the local police to my house. Don't ask questions, just do it please." Even in my own head, I almost sounded hysterical.
"Consider them there. Jayje, what's going on?"
"I think the Unsub's going for my family."
"I'll call you as soon as I hear something."
Garcia hung up, and I sat there, in a haze of fear and anger.
Prentiss shook me gently. "JJ, what's wrong? Why do you think they're going after Will and Henry?"
I could barely get the words out. "He said," My voice caught and I cleared my throat. "He said that he wondered how fast the DC police could get to my house, and how much blood there would be when they got there."
The team was stunned into silence for a moment. Then Morgan stood and ran to the door, looking for something in the bullpen. He came back a few moments later with a sheet of paper in his hand. "What's his number?" He asked me.
"Um," I had to think about it. The terror was numbing my brain. "202-413-1926. Why?" Morgan put his hands on his head and didn't answer my question. "Why Morgan?"
"That's the same number that the call came from."
I chocked on a sob, and the room fell completely silent. What could this psychopath possibly want from my family? And why did he come after me first? The time it took for Garcia to call back was excruciatingly long. The phone hadn't even completed a full ring when I answered it.
"Are they okay?"
"They're fine." Garcia sounded like she might have been crying. "Will said his phone went missing at some point this morning, and that he had been looking for it. I'll patch you through to him if you want me to."
"Yes please." My voice was almost a whisper. I felt like sobbing in relief.
There was a moment of quiet, and then a soft, heavily accented voice. "JJ? Is everything alright?"
I let out a breath that I didn't know I was holding. "It is now. Is henry there with you?"
"Yea he's right here. You wanna' talk to him?"
I nodded, and then remembered he couldn't see me and added, "Yes."
There was a small scuffle on the other end of the line. "Hi Mommy!"
The team was looking at me expectantly, and I nodded at them to let them know that they were okay. Morgan slumped back in his chair, and Reid sighed in relief. "Hey Henry."
"Are you okay Mommy?" Even at four, he could pick up subtle clues in my voice that said something was wrong.
"Everything is fine honey. Mommy just had something scary happen at work."
"Oh. Okay." He was very quickly unconcerned.
"Hey, will you give the phone back to Daddy. I'll talk to you tonight okay buddy?"
He sounded slightly sad. "Love you Mommy!"
There was another sound of scuffling, and Will spoke again. "You sure you're alright?"
I thought for a moment. "Yea. I just needed to make sure you were safe." I'll talk to you tonight okay?"
"Alright. Love you JJ."
"Love you too."
In the back ground, there was a muffled "I love you three!"
I hung up and answered the team's questions before they asked them. "They're both fine, maybe a little spooked from the police suddenly pulling up at their door, but fine. Will lost his phone this morning at work. The Unsub must have taken it from him there."
"Well," Said Hotch who must have been filled in by Morgan while I was on the phone, "Why don't you head to the Hotel and get us our rooms. It might help you calm down and clear your head."
I nodded, and slumped back into my chair. The spur of the moment adrenaline was gone, and I was suddenly tired. "I think that's a good idea."
