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In an instant your world has come back to life. You may have something, you just might have found something for JJ- you may have a lead on the person who nearly ended her life.

And for a brief second, you close your eyes and JJ's imagine flashes in front of you. The before and after; before the shooting and after. The now. It seems as if that is how you, and the team function now, in a before and after.

Before, the image of JJ laughing, smiling, holding her son, interactive. Alive.

And the after, the image of JJ laying in a hospital bed, nearly lifeless. Her eyes haunt you, because you know she is in there- and she is trapped. And your heart breaks all over again for her- for her suffering.

A before and after- the JJ then and the JJ now.

And the JJ now needs you more than the JJ that is in the past. JJ now needs you now.

So, you refocus your attention back to the picture as you and your team pour over every little detail.

You have something now.

You have more than one something, you have a lot of somethings.

You have a car, a license plate, and the frozen image of a man running away.

It isn't the best image, but it is one none the less.

Garcia quickly enlarges the image and the room goes quite as everyone lays eyes on him. Everyone studies him, the room has gone silent.

You watch the frozen step he is taking, watch his hands, the body language, his clothing. How his left hand is reaching into his shirt; you have no clue as to what for.

"Look at his shirt." It's Kate who breaks the silence, and your eyes narrow to the yellow shirt; the yellow and stained shirt. It's stained red. It's blood. It's JJ's blood.

"Garcia.." You begin, but she interrupts you almost immediately.

"I'm on it.." The tone of her voice is no nonsense and you know she has read your mind and is one step ahead of you. "It may take some time, but I am almost positive that the satellite image must have snapped a series of shots."

In Garcia time you realize her statement was right, for the experience hacker it took an excruciating ten minutes to find a series of stills. But she found them. "Sir.."

The next image has everyone biting their lip, because frozen in the frame is something you have been waiting for for six months now.

The shooter has looked up at the exact time the photo was snapped.

And your eyes zero in on his- and all you can see is evil. And you wonder if those eyes were the last thing JJ saw. The cold hatred is so evident it is almost palpable.

"Blow that up." You command. "I want his face out on all media outlets tonight!"

Finally, you have a picture to show the media. You have a suspect- you have faith and confidence restored.

And then another hit.

"I can do you one better- the plates are registered with the US Marshals."

You don't wait any longer and pick up your phone. You have a buddy with the Marshals and he'd better square up with you tonight. You are done.

"Kick." He answers the phone immediately.

"It's Hotch." You respond and head straight for business.

"How's your agent?" He asks.

"Hanging in there. We have new evidence that suggests a marshal was involved."

"Agent." His voice drops, the allegations are serious.

You explain what has been found, and Kick takes in a breath.

"I'll get back to you."

And with that he hangs up the phone.

You are heading back to the team when your phone rings; an unidentified number.

You snap your fingers at Garcia to get her attention and tell her to trace the call.

"Hotch." You answer.

"Hotch, how is she?"

You recognize the voice immediately. It belongs to none other than Will.