Chapter 01
Jennifer Jareau was probably one of the most unusual agents with the FBI. She had been a profiler with the most elite BAU in the FBI for 10 years until she lost two 8 year old twins to a pedophile. She had missed several clues, helping push their profile in the wrong direction. The two girls had been kidnapped and tortured for two days by the UnSub before JJ had found the girls mutilated bodies in a roadside drainage ditch.
Feeling guilty she volunteered to inform the parents of the discovery of the bodies. Feeling guilt stricken and partially to blame for the girls death she disclosed everything to the grieving parents. The mother had attacked JJ slapping her several times before Rossi had restrained the grieving mother. On her return to Quantico she had asked to leave the BAU. Hotch had tried to change her mind telling her not to be so hasty, Garcia, Morgan and Reid tried Changing her mind but Jennifer Jareau was one very stubborn women when she needed to be.
JJ's guilt had changed her career path towards close protection, she only worked alone now, not trusting anyone else. She quickly became one of The FBI's best body guards, also one of the FBI's most unique agents. JJ had taken the loss of the twins badly. The now pink haired agent had the sides of her head clean shaved with shoulder length hair at the back. Her makeup was a lot darker these days to match her soul. JJ had tried to alter her appearance from that dreadful day. Next to her heart she had a small tattoo of the girls names and the date she found the two blond girls to be a constant reminder of her failure, JJ has been haunted by the two little girls ever since she found the mutilated bodies in her dreams. She never wore a pants suit at Quantico to the annoyance of her section chief. JJ wore Dr Martins Quad platform shoes with cargo pants and her unique patterned T-shirt. The most noticeable thing JJ carried two clutch pieces as well as her service weapon and at least three knives. Two knives in secret compartments in the soles of her shoes.
"You wanted to see me boss man?" JJ asked Chief Martin Platt her boss
"You're going to protect some super model, the BAU have requested close protection for her. Report to your old boss for briefing. Agent Jareau please don't hit this one, she's apparently a rich spoilt bitch and extremely bossy." Laughed her boss "just the type you loath."
"Gee, thanks Boss." JJ smiled on the way out the door.
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JJ took a deep breath as she entered the BAU, she had not spoken to anyone since the day she asked to leave. Truthfully she wasn't prepared to be stood here on the verge of meeting her old friends again. Suddenly she felt the need to rub her tattoo on her chest and squeeze her belt around her left thigh. Suddenly she is brought back to reality.
"Can I help you?" The familiar voice of Penelope Garcia asked behind her
JJ turned around slowly to face the now extremely shocked and unusually silent Penelope Garcia "Hi Penelope! It's been a while." Smiled JJ at the opened mouthed analyst
"J-J-JJ YOUR SHAVED AND P-PINK!" Yelled Garcia. Garcia's outburst turned Morgan and Reid's heads who now looked at the unique Jennifer Jareau's new appearance.
"Hi guys!" Smiled JJ as she walked towards Hotch's office
Watching JJ walk towards Hotch's office Morgan and Reid could not believe the woman they had just seen for the first time 5 years was the Jennifer Jareau they had worked with for 10 years
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'Come in' Hotch shouted through his door
JJ walked in and smiles at Hotch " my section chief told me to report to you, you need close protection for some model?" JJ smirked looking at Hotch's facial expression
The normally stoic agent sat lost for words behind his desk. He quickly recovered and got up to hug his old friend. "Sorry, JJ just ...wow! you've changed, different is all I can say." He smiled
JJ just smiled "who am I protecting?" JJ got straight to business, all the attention was making her uncomfortable. She felt through her trouser leg and squeezed the belt attached around her thigh
"We have at least two supper fans who have made threats. Local PD didn't think anything about the initial threats, put them down as over zealous fans. Things started developing when reports of intruders in her various houses here in D.C and the Hamptons. That's when the BAU where invited in to consult. Our arrival instigated an Esculation from the UnSub, attacks on vehicles and properties leading to the sexual assault of members of the female staff with 'your next bitch' carved into their backs. The last two attacks involved models from her agency, both women where raped and he scared their faces and legs to stop them modelling ever again. They where drugged and can't remember the attack" Hotch handed over crime scene photographs "all threats made directly to her are by electronic means social media, emails or text. Garcia has them for you to look at." Hotch explained
"What can you tell me about this super model?" JJ asked
Hotch smirked "her name is Emily Elizabeth Prentiss, she likes to be called Emmy or Miss E. according to Morgan she is one stuck up, your all beneath me spoilt Ritch bitch. Members of staff don't last long before she fires them or they leave." Hotch sighed "she is probably the most annoying women I have ever had the privilege of meeting"
JJ squeezed her belt again. "I'm going to look over the threats with Garcia and then meet the special princess." Smirked JJ
"JJ it is nice to see you again, we where concerned when you shut us all out. Are you doing alright now?" Hotch asked already knowing the answer
"Don't profile me Hotch. Goodbye." JJ walked out on the way to Garcia's lair
JJ stopped by the bathroom and sat on the toilet in an empty stall. Dropping her trousers she pulled the Velcro fastening of her Cilice belt she wore around her left thigh. The belt fastened around her thigh had small metal needles attached sticking into the flesh of her thigh causing her pain. She followed the beliefs of the Opus Dei to punish herself to help atone for her mistakes that killed Sarah and Whitney. She also followed a very simple life since the girls death.
"Arghh!" JJ tried to muffle her discomfort
JJ moved her belt a fraction and fastened the Velcro pulling it tight. She removed a small packet of alcohol swabs and cleaned the pin marks. She hissed as the alcohol stung as she cleaned her scarred thigh. JJ could only wear shorts that covered her knees so they didn't ride up and expose her scared thigh.
Walking into Garcia's lair she smiled and sat down. " Penny can you show me Prentiss's stuff please?"
"It's good to see you again JJ, I love the new look now I've got over my initial shock." Garcia smiled handing over a memory stick
JJ spent the next few hours reviewing the threats. "Have you traced there origins Pen?" JJ asked
"No, they are good. They login to free WiFi or anyone that hasn't password protected their broadband router. It all over D.C so no use using a geographic profile, they are Uber smart it's really annoying." Garcia huffed
"Thanks Penelope." JJ nodded to her friend
"JJ!" JJ stopped and looked at Garcia
"Can we get coffee I've so much I want to ask?" Garcia almost begged
"Sure. Why not Penelope." JJ smiled
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The two old friends sat in their once favourite coffee shop.
"Why did you shut us all out JJ? We tried to be there for you but you refused your BAU families help. We all could see you where hurting after Sarah and Whitney died, you know it wasn't your fault. The only person to blame was that evil, evil man." Garcia tried to get JJ to open up, just like she used to do.
JJ pressed her cilice hard into her left thigh to illicit more pain, she was atoning for her mistake the only way she now knew. "I fucked the interview up for that man sending us in the wrong direction Garcia, allowing him to abduct the girls. He did heinous things to those sweet girls for two days. That's on me and me alone Garcia, he was an evil bastard. I just wish I'd been able to shoot the bastard." JJ emotionally tells her old friend.
"Why don't you join us for our next ladies night, Elle Greenaway who took over from you is a scream you will love her. You can tell us all about any man in your life. You know it will be fun, just like old times." Bubbled Garcia
"Sorry I don't drink anymore, haven't touched a drop since I left the BAU 5 years ago. Things changed for me a lot since Sarah and Whitney, Penelope." JJ smiled
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JJ waited outside Emily Prentiss's office ready to meet her new assignment, Hotch had offered to do the introductions but JJ had declined. She preferred to meet them on her own to make her own opinion.
"YOU IMBECILE THIS IS FULL FAT MILK IN MY LATTE! Are you trying to make me fat." Screamed Emily Prentiss from behind her office door.
JJ watched as the office doors flew open and a woman ran out in tears swearing. JJ watched the obviously upset women run into a room and scream. JJ smiled to herself thinking Hotch and the team obviously had a large suspect pool if she treated everyone the same way.
JJ knocked and entered her office.
"WHO ARE YOU? I hope you haven't vandalised my home?" Snarled Emily Prentiss
JJ looked at the tall brunette model, her clothes obviously very expensive and well fitting. She was beautiful but obviously never worked a day in her life. Unless strutting down a runway wearing too expensive clothing for your average woman was actually classed at work. This women had men and women falling at her feet all the time
"I am SSA Jennifer Jareau, I am your body guard. Chief Hotchner told you I would be arriving today." JJ politely answered
"Pink hair shaved sides you look terrible I'm not being seen out with someone like you! I have an image to protect." Emily shook her head whilst examining JJ from head to toe
"Miss prentiss I'm here to protect you against your stalker, I'm not a fashion accessory to be flaunted about. If you don't like my 'styling' I can ask my section chief to send you a more stylish close protection specialist. Some one with your winning personality should be able to get on with anyone." Smirked JJ
"W-What do you mean by that?" A utterly flabbergasted Emily Prentiss asked. Unused to people speaking to her like that.
"I can't abide people like you Miss Prentiss, you abuse your position in life. Your assistant made a mistake no need to verbally abuse her like that. You prance up and down a piece of floor strutting about flaunting your no doubt enhanced body. Wondering why people get fixated on you killing others. Goodbye." JJ just turns around walking out the office past Rossi and Hotch
"Who does that women think she is?" Emily asked Hotch
"She is very good at her job, that's why her boss sent her to you. Do you want me to get a second close protection specialist sent out?" Enquiries Hotch
"No, I suppose she will do. What's her name again?" A contrite super model answered
"Jennifer Jareau, should I ask her to come back in?" Hotch told her
"Yes please." Emily responded unusually politely
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"Good to see you JJ, Different look for you." Morgan smiled
"Hello Derek how's it been working for the spoilt brunette? She seemed a charmer." JJ laughed
"It's been hell for a week, we voted to let Hotch and Rossi deal with her, Reid gets all flustered speaking to her. That annoyed her she flung a shoe at him cutting his eye open. Elle keeps getting tips to make her beautiful and she keeps trying to bed me, that women scares me. I never thought I would actually try and avoid a beautiful women, but Emily Prentiss has just too much baggage." Morgan replied
"Bye Morgan take care." JJ waved walking off
"JJ wait please!" Shouted Hotch
"Sorry Hotch, I'll get Chief Platt to send a replacement out. She is safe here at the moment with you guys around." JJ replied without turning around
"Jennifer, Please." Hotch asked
JJ turned to face her old unit chief waiting for him to talk
"She needs you JJ, this UnSub is causing us concern they are escalating their attacks. The level of forensic counter measures they take lead us to believe the stalker is very organised and playing the long game to cause Emily as much mental torture as possible. She knows or knew the UnSub intimately. If you don't want to help save her life you haven't learnt anything from Texas." Hotch tells her knowing Texas was a low blow
"YOU BASTARD!" JJ snarled, squeezing her Cilice belt hard for punishment.
JJ closed her eyes concentrating on breathing and silently praying. Back in control of her urge to hurt Hotch for bringing Texas, Sarah and Whitney up. JJ felt some blood running down her thigh she had squeezed her Cilice too hard the needles drawing blood
"Excuse me" JJ walked to the bathroom
Morgan watched JJ walk away. "That's not JJ, her blue eyes are dull. What's the pink hair and shaved sides all about? It's been 5 years since the kids in Texas." Morgan told Hotch concern in his voice
"No it's not but we tried after Texas, she cut her self off from us all. We can only go so far she needs to meet us halfway Derek." Hotch answered watching JJ retire
JJ unfastened her Cilice belt and slowly removed the needles from her thigh. The blood dripped down her thigh until she used a swab with adrenaline soaked in to stop the flow of blood. She used the alcohol swab. This was a well practiced evaluation.
She had sought solace after Texas with the church drifting towards the Roman Catholic order Opus Dei notably after watching Tom Hanks in the De Vinci Code. The priest self self flagellating had interested her. She had spoken to a priest from the order and found it helped in her despair. She learned how voluntary punishment of her own body through the Cilice worn on her leg brought spiritual balance to her. 90% of the order never used self punishment it was a very debated topic within the church. She simplified her life she stopped drinking alcohol and became celibate. That was 5 years ago, her left thigh looked like the cratered surface of the moon with all the scars. Working for Emily Prentiss was going to be a test of her faith and pain tolerance.
Reapplying her Cilice cleaning up she walked out to Hotch.
"FINE!, it's on you if she needs plastic surgery. After I brake her nose." JJ smiled with an evil glint in her eyes.
Both Hotch and Morgan laughed not sure if This JJ actually meant it. Both men shuddered a little.
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JJ walked into Emily's office and sat down.
"Miss Prentiss when your inside your mansion you can roam around freely as your protection is provided by the FBI agents in the house. Leaving the mansion I will be at your side all the time, even in the bathroom. If as printed about your libido being so 'huge' I will be outside your bedroom door after searching him or her. I will not tolerate illicit substances used while your under my protection. Lastly you will comply with everything I tell you outside these walls it could mean life or death. Do you understand and agree to my terms?" JJ explained to a shocked looking Emily
"But they..." JJ interrupted Emily
"If I throw you to the floor and put my knee in your back, I haven't got time to debate the matter. I will do it because your in danger, I know your safe under my knee enabling me to engage the danger. That's how it is Miss Prentiss." JJ explained
"Fine you better not scar my face, or else." Emily snarked
"Unfucking believable. Mirror, mirror on the wall who's the stupidest and most ungrateful woman in the world." JJ Shakes her head squeezing her Cilice hard for the profanity's
"You can't talk to me like that you freak!" Emily shouted. No one had ever dared talk to her like that she was furious. She walked over to JJ and tried to slap her
JJ just blocked the swing, turning Emily around trapping her arm around behind her back she frogmarched her into the nearest bathroom. JJ pushed her into the shower and turned the cold water on. Holding her in she just let the screaming woman soak under the chilly spray.
"THATS ENOUGH JJ!" Reid shouted
JJ turned the shower off and let go of the soaked super model who was surprisingly very quiet. Emily wrapped a towel around herself glaring at JJ
"I'm not one of your minions, the sooner you understand that the sooner we can function as a bodyguard and principal." JJ smiled and walked out the bathroom smiling
JJ walked out to see Rossi, Morgan, Hotch and Elle smirking as a drenched Emily Prentiss stormed past.
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Watching the supper bitch being humiliated by the pink haired woman was a turn on to Cindy Bird watching events unfold on her computer monitor. Cindy was Emily Prentiss's stalker, Trina Bird her daughter had been a personal dresser for Emily who had treated her like a modern day slave. The poor girl reached breaking point after being fired and tried to kill herself. She laid on life support behind her mother after being found unconscious and declared brain dead.
Trina had sent her mother a rather detailed suicide note about One evil Emily Prentiss. Cindy had then started planning her revenge. Being a computer specialist she had wireless cameras hidden in certain areas of the house and cars enabling her to learn the super models habits. Her elaborate plan was to destroy Prentiss and eventually permanently scar her. Without her looks she was nothing.
Cindy took a screenshot of JJ's face and started run facial recognition via her hack into some security company.
JJ's picture appeared on her screen "Jennifer Jareau FBI close protection specialist, Oh Emily you got yourself a body guard, the game's afoot." Cindy smiled.
Walking over to her daughter she ran her hands through her soft hair. Leaning down she kissed her cheek "it won't be long now my sweet, I promise. I love you." A stray tear fell down her cheek landing on her daughters bed.
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JJ returned home after arranging to meet with Emily for breakfast to talk about her day. She had changed into her comfortable clothing and now knelt on her prayer stool in front of her crucifix. She always prayed when she finished for the day even if she was working away. She needed to ask for the strength to handle the coming days. After a hour she sat down cleaning her weapons with a bottle of banana milk.
JJ now pummelled her heavy bag trying to quieten her demons for the night. She continued to lash out at her heavy bag until she felt exhausted.
Before bed she removed her Cilice and changed the strip of needles for a new sterile strip. Cleaned her whole thigh with antiseptic wipes and reapplied the belt with a gasp. Putting on her scratch wool Pyjamas she settled down for the night ready for her regular nightmares.