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"Agent Jareau, do you have kids?" JJ glared at the man currently sitting in front of her.
"That's not why I am here." JJ kept her voice even, even as the man- their main suspect tried to gain control.
"No, you are here because six little boys have disappeared over the past few months and for some reason, you think I am the one who did it." He smiled at her, his yellow teeth showing.
"I'm here, because I know you did it." JJ responded.
He nodded at her. "How old are they, Agent Jareau?" He tapped his fingers on the table, taking much joy in the fear he saw in the agent's face. He knew she could hide it, and he gave her credit, she was doing a damn good job. But he was just as good at his own job.
"They are not involved in this." Her mind flashed to her three little boys, probably just getting home from school.
"I like your necklace." He pointed to it. "Three kids, huh?" He fixated his glance on the charms dangling from the woman's neck. "Birthstones, do you have a set of twins?" He smiled as he watched the agent slowly lose control over her emotions. "And another one, another little boy? I bet they all look just like you, blonde hair and blue eyes. Are they young?"
Had it not been for Morgan racing into the room, their suspect may have found himself with another black eye. "You are nothing but a coward." JJ breathed heavy.
"You are the one who hit me, Agent Jareau."
"And you are the one who killed six little boys." She growled, unable to maintain any aspect of objectivity.
The man nodded. "You're lucky you caught me. If your little boys look anything like you, they might have been next."
And with that, Hotch and Morgan had to drag the upset mother out of the interview room.
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JJ raced into her house, dumping her bag on the ground as she headed for each of her boys.
"JJ?" Will jumped up from the couch, concerned at his wife's demeanor. "JJ?" He followed her into Henry's room and immediately, his heart broke. His wife was on the floor, her son in her arms, the little boy completely unaware of the tears that fell from his mother's cheeks onto his own.
"Oh, JJ." Will walked in and slowly sat beside her. He could only do the one thing he knew to do. With slow hands, he reached over and brought her into his arms. And simply let her cry.