Her Oldest And Biggest Fan
Chapter 35
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"Sweetheart, we should go see Jenny." Mr. Jearau says.
"She seems better. So wouldn't they release her from the hospital soon? She's going to need a place to stay. Jenny should pack her things and move out of that God forsaken place. You and I know that she'll never be happy there again. And she'll never get through it with the reminder of it. And that's if she doesn't go to jail. Oh John! We can't let her go to jail! Not my sweet little girl! She puts away the bad guys, she's not one of them!" Mrs. Jearau cries as Mr. Jearau holds her.
"Now, now Abby. We are going to find a way. The teams working hard to save out little girl. Don't worry. Have faith. That Hotchner is a very determined man. God would not do this." Mr. Jearau says, comforting his distraught wife.
Hotch and JJ are driving to Melody's cemetery when Hotch's cell phone rings.
"Hotchner."
"Hotch, man! We, Garcia and I have been going over the report and the statement JJ gave you. We found something, but we need to ask JJ a couple of questions before we can honestly call this a possible lead that there was someone else there. " Morgan says, in his serious voice. Some call it his profiler voice.
"Hold on, here she is." Hotch hands his phone, with hope, over to JJ.
JJ takes it and puts it to her ear. "hello?"
"JJ, do you remember the statement you gave Hotch?" Morgan waits, heart racing.
"Sure. Why?" JJ asks, confused.
"Are you absolutely, 100% positive that Tom put a waste basket next to your side of the bed?" Morgan asks, carefully.
"Yes. There was about a foot or so between my bed and the nightstand. It had been tucked in there on a normal basis. But Tom pulled it out. He emphasized that it was there so I didn't have to rush to the bathroom. And then he would take care of it for me. Why do you ask?" JJ senses heighten, her breathing picks up. Before Morgan can say anything, JJ's memory pops back to when she wakes up. If that waste basket was were he put it, she would've kicked it or stepped on it.
"Oh God! It's not there!" JJ yells, her face pales. "Hotch, pull over!" JJ's grabbing for the door handle. Hotch comes to a stop and puts it in park. JJ shoots out the door and is retching as far away from the vehicle as she could get.
She'd dropped Hotch's phone on the seat as she bolted from the vehicle. Hotch ran after her.
"Are you ok? I have some water in the truck. Sorry I didn't grab it." Hotch was at a loss at what to say to help her. At least with the vomiting. But he was thrilled she remembered something. Anything really.
"I think I'm good. Sorry to panic like that. But the memory hot me and I can remember the smell." This causes JJ to vomit one more time.
Hotch felt bad for her. Hesitantly, Hotch lightly puts a hand on JJ's back and rubs side to side. When she didn't freak out or push him away, he presses a little harder and continues to rub.
JJ lets out a sigh. "Now, I'm done. For now at least. Thank you Hotch. Oh! Derek!" JJ moves as fast as her wobbly legs let her, with Hotch's help. She picks up the phone that now has a female, high pitch scream emanating from it. As high pitched and loud as it was, JJ couldn't put it to her ear. So she just speaks into the mouth piece.
"Pen! Stop! Put Derek back on!" JJ bellows. The loudness stops. Then JJ puts it to her ear to hear the masculine voice. Known as Special Agent Derek 'Chocolate Adonis' Morgan.
"JJ, what happened? Mama's going to blow a fuse with worry here. And I'm not far behind her." JJ heard the deep concern she'd caused her second family. And she didn't like that feeling one bit.
"Sorry. A memory hit me kind of hard. I had to vomit. But I'm ok now. Derek, when I got out of my bed, I should have hit it, or stepped on it. I didn't see it in the room at all. This proves that someone else was there." There was a hint of hope and sadness in JJ's voice as she finished her statement.
"JJ, what color was it? Was it round? Square? Triangle? Was it tall? Knee high? Was it plastic?" Morgan asks. He wants to go back and see if it's in the room at all or even in the house. According to the crime scene photos and markers for the room, there wasn't a waste basket.
"Oh, uh. It was white with pink and red roses on it. It matches the bedspread, curtains, and the boarder along the wall, near the ceiling. It was hard plastic. About mid calf high and oval." JJ says concentrating on the info. Not so much the memory.
"Oval? They make oval trash cans?" Morgan asks in shock.
"Yeah, they make heart shapes, star shapes, and oddly enough moon shape. Crescent moon. I'm sure they have more." JJ just rambles.
"Ok lil sis, I'm checking this out. We are going to clear you. Don't you worry, but I know you will. When you and Hotch going to get here? The hospitals not that far away. Pen's chomping at the bit to see you. To make sure you are ok."
"Derek, I went to Tom's grave to say bye. Now, we are going to Melody's grave. We shouldn't be long. Could you have Pen call my folks and let them know I'm out of the hospital. No need for them to go to see me and me not be there. I need to do this before they arrest me and I lose any chance to do it." JJ regretted the way it came out. She just didn't want to let any moments go by without making sure Tom and Melody understand why she missed their funerals. She doubted that the police would let her attend Tom's funeral.
"You do what you have to do baby girl. We have your back and your front. We have you covered. I'll see your pretty face when I get back from your house. Stay strong. Bye." Morgan hung up. He understood how she felt about being accused. Morgan had been accused of murdering a boy in his hometown. So he knew the fear, the anguish and the sorrow for the victims. But his team had his back. EVEN after they found out he's been molested. Nothing changed the way they felt about him. No, it made them care for him even more. Once JJ let herself see this, she'd be ok. And the real healing would begin.
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