Heads I Win Tails You Lose
The end or was it…
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Thanks,
Cinny
Chapter 11
"Rossi there is one bottle of water left. Take a couple of sips you need it." They were both weak and JJ could see the dull look in Rossi's eyes as he opened them to look at her.
"No JJ you drink it."
"Rossi I am not going to let you die you either drink this or I am going to dump it down your throat."
He looked at her as she sat on the floor next to him. He knew she would do it too. So he grabbed the bottle after sitting up, he took two quick sips then handed it to her. She did the same thing. He gathered JJ into his arms as she put the cap back on the water. He kissed the top of her head. "They are going to find us and stop this."
JJ wanted to have the faith Rossi had but she was starting to doubt she would ever see her family again. She cried and he rubbed her arm as she leaned against his chest. They both fell asleep like that conserving their energy.
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It has been five days and the team worked relentlessly trying to find them. It seemed like Philip Lessing did nothing but kidnap women and men off the streets, killing them, covering his wife with their skin. He didn't have a job, a bank account, a credit card, nothing. It was as if he didn't exist. Their house was paid for, belonging to Philips family for two generations. The settlement Jan received from her accident apparently paid the bills. Stacks of cash were found throughout the house. Philip could have lived like that for a long, long time.
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Garcia was clicking keys at her computer while Reid stood in her office reading a file. They were all on edge and understandable so, but Reid seemed to be on the verge of loosing it.
"Garcia, what about storage units?" Reid asked
"Already checked them sweetie there is nothing in either of their names." Garcia had jumped through every hoop, gone through every door, looked in ever corner of these people's lives trying to find something anything that would point the team in the right direction. One thing had not come back yet, she prayed it would help them.
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"Reid, are you done with that file yet?" Morgan said from the doorway.
"Morgan, back the hell off." Reid pushed past Morgan dropping the file on the desk, it slid off and the contents spilled all over the floor.
Morgan held his hands in the air, and Garcia stood. "Baby doll you need to help him get through this and not push his buttons. This is hard on all of us but it is even worse for Reid because she did that to him." She helped Morgan pick up the file looking at the pictures briefly before putting them back inside the folder.
"I didn't say anything. I only asked for the file. I want them back too." Morgan was defensive and Garcia sat back down.
"Look Morgan, Reid isn't experienced with women like you. He had real feelings for her and she left, left the same way his father and Gideon did, without a real explanation."
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Garcia's computer beeped. She moved the chair to it and then she said, "Morgan I got them."
Morgan stepped into the room completely looking at the computer, "Baby girl marry me."
"You set the date, I am ready, been practicing writing Mrs. Derek Morgan since I meet you."
He wanted to laugh, he really did but he knew he couldn't, not now. And not until he was positive JJ and Rossi were ok and they weren't too late.
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She wondered if it was too late. Was it the wrong choice? Fear made her do it, but Carrie didn't want to live in fear any longer. She stepped on the plane taking her back to Virginia.
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"Are you going to kill us? Come on what are you waiting for! JJ screamed at the door, pounding her fist against it. When there wasn't an answer she went to the guillotine pulling the rope sending it crashing down. "Come on you bastard doesn't that sound make you excited?"
Rossi worried that JJ was loosing her mind, and worse she was exerting herself, they need to conserve energy as much as possible. "JJ, please sit down."
