Exit Wounds – Part 07

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"Thanks for helping me Morgan..." JJ said as she walked over to the door as he got his coat on and she opened the door.

"No problem JJ, and do me a favor?" he asked, JJ raised her eyebrows. "Call me Derek when we're not working, okay? It's weird." he said, JJ laughed.

"It's weird when I call you Morgan? What about all the weird nicknames you decide to call me or Garcia? All though Garcia's are a little bit more out there." JJ said, Derek chuckled.

"What? Sweet cheeks a little much for you?" he asked with a smirk.

"I was thinking about angel face or hot stuff." JJ told him, Derek chuckled.

"Ohoh, you don't like when I call you angel face? Sweet cheeks?" he asked, JJ laughed.

"Goodbye Derek Morgan." JJ said as she pushed him forward from his shoulder, Derek chuckled as he walked out of the house.

"Goodnight Jennifer Jareau." he smiled as JJ shut the door with a laugh and locked it.

x x x

"A truck hit you this morning?" Derek exclaimed as JJ got into his car in the morning, JJ raised her eyebrows as she looked at him.

"Shut up and drive please." she said, Derek raised his eyebrows.

"Well, since you said please." he said back with attitude, JJ sighed.

"Sorry, I didn't have time to make coffee this morning and I'm not really in the mood for BAU coffee." JJ answered, Derek chuckled.

"Remember that time when Reid didn't add enough coffee and he added too much water and Emily was completely pissed off at him?" he laughed, JJ laughed.

"Oh, yeah, and then spilt it all over Hotch?" JJ asked as she cracked up laughing, Derek nodded as he laughed as much as she did, thinking about it was hilarious.

"Blech! Come on, Reid! What are you thinking? You drink coffee like crazy and you can't even fill it up right?" Emily exclaimed as she walked over to get some coffee, her second cup to be exact.

"How do you know if it was me?" Spencer exclaimed as he walked by and over to his desk.

"We gotta case," JJ said as she walked quickly over to Emily after telling everyone else on the way as she walked past Emily and over to the conference room. Emily said.

"God dammit, Reid!" she exclaimed as she shut put the coffee pot back into the holder as she grabbed her mug and walked into the conference room, she was kind of furious, she needed her coffee after having about 5 hours of sleep the previous night. She bumped right into someone as she walked in and spilt her coffee all over him. "Oh my gosh! Sir! I am SO sorry!" she exclaimed as she put her mug down on the counter as she looked at Hotch and his shirt that was soaked in coffee. Her jaw was dropped, Spencer's eyes were wide, Rossi chuckled to himself, Derek was covering his mouth trying to hold back a laugh and JJ rubbed her forehead as she shook her head.

"Uh, I got this Hotch." JJ told him, Hotch nodded as he looked at Emily before walking past her and out to try to figure out was to do about the stain. Emily took her seat.

"Nice goin' Emily." Derek said.

"Shut up." Emily muttered.

x x x

"Hotch, we have a problem." JJ said as she ran into his office, it was 11:15, Hotch looked up from his desk. "The news." was all she said as she walked out of his office and turned the TV up that was in the bullpen on the wall, Hotch walked out and looked at the TV that had a picture of Ian Doyle on it.

"After being imprisoned in North Korea, he escaped a few months back and reportedly went over the FBI Agent Emily Prentiss who has passed away as a result, March 7th. After an anonymous tip, police officers found him dead in a home he was residing in secretly in Washington, D.C., they said he died of natural causes. They are not releasing any photos of his death." the newswoman talked, JJ looked at Hotch.

"Where is everyone else?" Hotch asked as he looked around the empty bullpen.

"Free staff lunch in the lounge..." JJ told him. "Do you think she.." her voice trailed off, she didn't want to say it, or even think about it. Natural causes? She wondered. Could she have done that? She thought, but then thought why would Emily kill someone after all the things she's been through... and would she actually go to those lengths just to kill him?

"Call the news station and ask them where they got that information on Doyle, that information was classified. Then call the police station and ask if they can tell you the number of that anonymous caller." Hotch told her, JJ nodded as she walked back to her office to do that, Hotch ran his hand through his hair. "What the hell are you thinking, Emily?" he said to himself as he walked back to his office. JJ came into his office a half hour later.

"I talked to the people at the news station and they told me to search 'Ian Doyle' on Google and I came across a website that had all his information... date of birth, date of death, his victims, his M.O. And even his profile." JJ told him.

"You have the link?" she nodded. "Tell Garcia to disable the website and tag any other website with similar or the same content." he told her, JJ nodded.

"I also called the police station and they told me it came from the number 202-545-3391, I told Garcia to run it and she just texted me back that it's a disposable cellphone that made the call from right outside the white house, which is about 10 miles from Doyle's supposed hideout." she told him, Hotch nodded.

"Can you get us in to see his body?" he asked, JJ sighed.

"They wont let us see the body." she told him. "The CIA has all rights to see him first, and if they decide they don't want us to see him, there's nothing we can do." JJ said, Hotch nodded. "I'll go talk to Garcia." JJ said as she walked away. "Hey Garcia..." JJ said as she walked in.

"Knocking!" Penelope exclaimed as she jumped. "It very much appreciated..." she calmed down as she looked towards her, JJ raised her eyebrows as she looked at her. "I'm sorry for that sudden grouchiness... I'm hardly running on any steam and I was taking a nap during my lunch..." Penelope explained, JJ nodded, not really in the mood to talk about anything else but blocking the website.

"Hotch needs you to disable this website link and tag any other website with similar or the same content and disable it to the public." JJ told her as she put the piece of paper down on her desk, Penelope nodded.

"Of course my dear." Penelope said as she perked up and started typing in the web address, she was able to go from a dead sleep to working right away. "Doyle died?" Penelope sounded like she had seen a ghost as she read the contents of the page.

"Garcia." was all JJ said for Penelope to get the hint.

"Right, disable it." Penelope said as her fingers worked their magic and her eyes went from side to side across the screen. "Disabled..." she mumbled. "Tagging every other website with the same or similar content... and..." Penelope said. "They are all disabled... but once the information is out there there are probably even more sites that will have it soon..." Penelope said.

"I know, we just need the information disabled temporarily." JJ told her as she walked out, leaving Penelope wondering and in complete shock. She immediately turned towards the computer and started to find anything she could on the subject matter.

x x x

"Garcia said it was only temporary, but she did disable the websites..." JJ told him as she walked into Hotch's office, Hotch nodded and JJ looked at him. "I don't know if it actually was her..." she said, Hotch looked up at her. "Well if I got the post card yesterday and it was from Spain, how long does air mail take?" JJ asked, Hotch shrugged.

"I don't know JJ." he answered, he didn't want to think about this. He didn't want JJ to start worrying. JJ put her hand on her hip, Hotch sighed. "It depends on if she paid extra to get it shipped faster." he said, JJ raised her eyebrows and Hotch sighed again. "She probably did. So 2 to 3 days." he answered. "Look, JJ, you have a lot to worry about. You shouldn't worry about this." he told her, JJ let out a sigh.

"I know I shouldn't." JJ said. "But I can't not worry about it Hotch. Emily and I were close... and... I don't know, I guess I'm just being ridiculous." JJ said as she shook her head and let out a sigh.

"You're not being ridiculous. What you know is a burden and is very hard to grasp the idea of, especially when you have to pretend like she is dead because that's what everyone else on our team thinks." Hotch said, JJ smiled at the use of the word our instead of mine. "It is very hard to lie to them, especially when they trust you completely with everything. It is extremely hard for me and as much as I don't want to keep lying to them, I have to." Hotch said, JJ sighed.

"Thanks, Hotch." she said as she turned towards the door, Hotch smiled as he looked down at his desk. JJ paused for a minute. "Hotch..." she said, Hotch looked up. "What happens after all of this is really over? Does Emily get to come back as Emily? Or is she not allowed to come back?" JJ asked, Hotch looked at her for a moment and let out a sigh as he put his pen down on the desk.

"I can't be sure, but I am almost certain Strauss wont let her back... This isn't my call, it's an administrations call. If they let Emily come back as Emily, it will raise questions, from not only the public, but people inside the Bureau. I can imagine it's a tough decision for them." he answered, JJ just nodded and walked out.

x x x

JJ made it home around 1 AM, she stayed at the office much later than normal. Staying late at the BAU, looking through case files was tiring, but it also got her mind off of everything. She didn't even realize it was 12:30 PM when she looked over at the clock because she was so preoccupied. Derek's friend had her car dropped off at where JJ gets her car fixed so all she had to do around 5PM was get a ride there, and Penelope was happy to do the honors, and luckily for JJ, Penelope didn't mention anything about what happened earlier.

When she got home, she let out a sigh as she dropped her keys and bag on the kitchen table and locked the door. She walked over to her room and put her gun on her dresser, then changed her shirt and took her pants off before getting into bed. She laid down for a few minutes as she thought.

"JJ, that's not the point!" Emily exclaimed as they walked out of the coffee shop and around the corner. JJ rolled her eyes and scoffed.

"Well, are you going to call him?" JJ asked as she looked at Emily and raised her eyebrows. Emily made a face with a shrug.

"Maybe." Emily shrugged, she didn't sound very convincing, JJ threw her head back and groaned.

"Emily." she said with a groan and a laugh.

"McRossen is an arrogant, uh, oversexed, egotistical-" Emily began as JJ cut her off.

"-Hot British dude with a sexy accent, badge and gun." JJ said as she looked over at Emily. "Just your type." she said, Emily groaned. "All right, you know what,I don't even get you sometimes."

"It wouldn't go anywhere." Emily said with her eyes widened and her hands out.

"You don't know that." JJ told her.

"I know our work schedules." Emily retorted.

"Okay, you know what, Will and I made it work... until he moved up here, then it all just completely went to shit." JJ said with a shrug, Emily shrugged.

JJ smiled as she then thought about the time her, Emily and Penelope were in the bar.

"We've only been here 5 minutes!" Penelope exclaimed as she ate a peanut, JJ laughed.

"Yeah, but look at her." she said as she looked over, Penelope looked over too. They saw Emily smiling and talking to a guy. "She broke away from the group, guy saw her alone, felt confident, made his move." JJ said with a shrug.

"It must be serious." Penelope mumbled as she motioned her head over to their direction as JJ looked up to see them both walking over.

"Ladies!" Emily said as she put the drinks down on the table. "This is Brad, a real FBI Agent." Emily said with a smile as she looked at the two of them, both of their eyes lit up as they gasped slightly.

"Really?" Penelope asked.

"Really." Emily said with a nod as she looked at him with a nod.

"No way." JJ said.

"That's exciting!" Penelope gushed. "What's it like at Quant-e-co?"

"It's, uh, quite impressive." JJ looked over at Emily, then back to Brad.

"What department are you in?" she asked with her eyebrows raised.

"That's classified." he said smoothly with a smirk.

"OO," JJ said. "Must be tough keeping all those secrets." JJ said as she winked at Emily.

"You know, it's a skill like anything else." he said as he looked at Emily, who was smiling at him. "Carpenters are good at.. building stuff, measuring.. FBI's good at... keeping secrets and kicking criminal ass." he said with a smirk. Penelope laughed as JJ raised her eyebrows and kept her head down.

"Wow," Emily laughed. "Well, somebodies gotta do it." Emily said. "Oo! Do you have to carry a gun and badge around with you everywhere you go?" Emily asked, Penelope's eyes lit up and JJ looked intrigued as he nodded.

"Affirmative." he said with a nod. Emily smirked and gave him a flirty smile.

"Can we see it?" she asked, he paused.

"See what?" he asked.

"You badge," she flirted back with a smirk, he chuckled.

"Please?" Penelope asked.

"Sorry, that's-" he stuttered as they nodded.

"Classified information." they said in unison with a nod.

"Figures." JJ said with a nod.

"Of course." Penelope nodded.

"Tell me, Brad does it look anything like this?" Emily said with a smirk as she picked up her badge and showed him. Penelope gave him a look as his smile fell and he looked.

"Uhh, or this?" JJ asked as she flashed him hers as she pointed.

"Or maybe this?" Penelope asked as she showed him hers. They all looked at him with their heads cocked as he just looked at them and then walked away. Emily smiled as she looked at them and laughed as they joined in.

"Criminal ass!" JJ said with a smirk as she put her badge back in her bag and reached for her ringing phone. "Tough job." she said as she put it to her ear.

She heard the floor creek and she snapped out of it and listened, she heard it again. She jumped up and ran to get her gun. She felt arms wrap around the back of her and pull her back as she screamed.

"JJ!" she heard a familiar voice scream as she tried to pull free. "JJ!" the voice said again, JJ stopped trying to run away and pull away as she stopped kicking.

"Emily?" JJ asked as if she'd seen a ghost.