Her past catches up with her.
I don't own Higher Ground or Criminal Minds. Might not be sutiable for young children. Some mild swearing.
Chapter 11
In Boston, Morgan and Reid find the house. It's more like a mansion. Morgan knocks on the door. "FBI." There's no answer. Morgan knocks again and wait's the few seconds for an answer. Nothing still. So Morgan leaves his card on the door and then they head back to the hotel. Reid takes out his cell phone and dials Garcia's cell.
"What ya need sweet cake?" Garcia asks.
"We went to the house. No answer. So should we stay another day?" Reid asks.
"I think that's a good idea. Honey, got to go. Girls night with JJ and Emily at JJ's hotel room. You know, to make her feel better. Call if you need anything. I'll have my cell phone on. Bye love." Garcia hangs up as she walks into the Holiday Inn. She walks up to the counter, "Hello, could you let Ms. Jearau know I'm down here waiting to see her?"
"I'm sorry, but we no longer have a Ms. Jearau at this hotel. She checked out about three hours ago." The lady says.
"Oh, okay. Thank you for your help."
"No problem. Thank you for choosing Holiday Inn as your hotel. Have a great day." The lady says, smiling.
"Thanks." Garcia says, walking out of the building. She opens her cell phone and dials JJ's cell phone. It rings, but then goes to voice mail, "JJ, where are you? I just left the hotel where you WERE staying. Is something wrong? Please call me." She hangs up. Garcia's really worried about her.
Emily walks up to Penny. "Hey Pen, let's go watch some good movies and pig out." Emily says, smiling.
"Em, JJ's not here. I can't find her. Where can she be with a hurt leg? She left the hotel, as in checked out. The guys are all busy trying to track down those missing girls."
"Oh man, I wonder if she left to try to find Josh and Walt. But who'd she have helping her?"
"Maybe she went by herself? You know how determined she gets. Plus, these guys killed Mrs. Mason. I think we better call Hotch. She could be in danger." Garcia says, worry about her friend. Emily opens her cell phone and hits Hotch's memory number that's programmed into her phone. It rings twice before she gets an answer.
"Hotchner." The normal way her answers his cell phone.
"Hotch, it's me Emily. We can't find JJ. She's not checked into the hotel. We tried her cell and it goes right to voice mail. We, Garcia and I believe she might have gone to search for our unsub. What do you want us to do?"
"Meet Gideon and me at the office. We're going to fly to Boston. Garcia needs to be here in case we need her expertise. See you in a half hour." Hotch hangs up. Now he's worried.
In Boston, Morgan and Reid sit in their rental car and wait for someone to come home. While their sitting there, Morgan's phone rings.
"Morgan."
"Hey Morgan. JJ's AWOL. So keep an eye out for her around there. You call with any info you get on JJ or the unsub. She's going to be lucky I don't kick her butt so hard her future children feel it. We have people arriving later tonight and tomorrow and no one to be here for them. Well, I guess Agent Michaels could stay if JJ's there then she can spin the news for us. We're heading out in an hour. We'll see you soon." Hotch says and hangs up. Just seconds after Hotch hangs up, his phone rings, "Hotchner."
"Hotch! Can you hear me?" JJ asks with static noise over the phones.
"Just barely! Where are you?"
"Michaels and I just arrived..in…If you…hear…me in…ty minutes call….Hotch…I…wrong…have…gan and R…come hel…" Then the line goes dead. This really puts the fear in Hotch. Hotch calls Morgan.
"Morgan."
"Hey Derek. JJ just called. She's just got off the plane, but had a bad signal. Well, I couldn't get it all. Something about her and Michaels just landed. Something about sending in you and Reid. I think. This worries me. I was afraid she'd do this." Hotch says, frustrated.
"Hotch, just don't panic. We'll stay right here and watch for her. If she comes anywhere near here, we'll grab her and Michaels. We can handle this. I have to let you go, someone just pulled up to the house. Call you back soon." Morgan says, hanging up. Hotch of course worries. Morgan and Reid get out of the car and head to the house. As they approach, the gentleman getting out of the car's an older man, with graying hair. Morgan and Reid walk over to the car.
"Excuse me sir, may we have a word with you?" Morgan asks.
"Sure. What can I help you with?" The man asks, smiling and very friendly.
"Could you tell me who this house belongs to?"
"Sure. A friend of mine. His name's Jonathan Beachman II. He's out of town, but he's letting me stay here for a few months. What can I do for you?"
"Why don't we start with your name." Reid says.
"James Hudson. Is there a problem?"
"Are you staying here alone?"
"I occasionally have a friend over. Now I'm not answering anymore questions until you tell me what this is about." The man says, getting agitated.
"Sir, we're FBI agent Morgan and Reid. We're looking into the kidnapping of five women. We were wondering if you'd give us permission to search this house?" Morgan asks.
"I'm sorry, I can't do that. I'm only a guest at this house. If you want to search this place, I'll need a search warrant or Jonathan's permission." The man says.
"Could you give me Mr. Beachman's phone number please?" Morgan asks, with paper and pen in hand.
"I don't have it memorized. It's inside. You may come in, but no funny business." The man says, carrying a couple of bags of groceries.
As they walk into this mansion, Morgan and Reid are awe struck.
"How did you meet Mr. Beachman?" Reid asks, looking all around at all the beautiful walls and ceilings.
"We met through our children. Many years ago."
"Really? How many children do you have?" Reid asks.
"Two. Both beautiful, smart girls. But their off on their own now. Can I offer either of you a drink?" The man asks.
"Do you have bottled water?" Reid asks.
"Sure. Back in a moment." The man says, leaving the room.
"I think this guy's Walt. There's a lot of places in this huge house to hide five women. For all we know there's a sound proof room. I think we better get some back up and a warrant." Morgan tells Reid.
"Sounds good to me." Reid agrees. Morgan opens his phone and hits Garcia's speed dial number. But before it can go through, the man comes out from the kitchen toting a gun and two bottled waters.
"Put the phone down after you hang up. You both need some water. Drink up." Walt hands them the water.
"I'm not thirsty. Thanks anyway." Morgan says.
"Drink it anyway!" Walt yells. Reid drinks a few sips and starts to stumble back words onto the sofa until he passes out. Morgan knew the waters were drugged, but he's forced to drink some. Morgan sat down first, then drank. Within seconds, he's out just like Reid.