AN: Ok, so I git a major block when I tried writing this chapter so it took me so long. But when I finally got it, I smashed out another three chapters easily so yay.

This chapter is Jessa's first case with the BAU and in this story i've taken out Elle because I really really don't like her character.

Hope you enjoy.

Xoxo


By the time Monday rolled around, Jessa had found and moved into a one bedroom flat about half an hour out of Quantico.

It was the morning of her first day and she stood in front of the bathroom mirror adjusting her pale blue blouse. Instead of her usual bright lipstick and dark eyes, she was wearing natural colours. She felt naked walking around in the sensible dress shoes, rather than her big black combat boots. She chuckled when she thought of her brothers, Dean would never let her hear the end of it if he saw her dressed like this. She slipped her credentials into the pocket inside her blazer and strapped her gun to her hip before tugging her biking jacket over her blazer and grabbing her gloves and helmet.

During her initial contact with Agent Hotchner, he told her to have a go-bag on hand so she had gone out and bought a nice leather overnight bag so she wouldn't have to use her old duffel. She had it slung over her shoulder as she rode to the FBI building at Quantico. She stood before the large building clutching her helmet in her gloved hand, trying to calm her nerves. After a couple of minutes she entered, not wanting to be late on her first day.

When the elevator doors closed she peeled off her jacket and gloves and checked her appearance in the side of the elevator. When the doors chimed she stepped out into a busy bullpen. She headed toward the stairs that she knew would lead her to Agent Hotchner's office when she was stopped by a familiar voice.

"Look at you, Bright Eyes." Derek Morgan stood in front of her with a grin on his face, "I almost didn't recognise you without all the leather and denim. What are you doing here?"

She grinned at him, "I heard you guys were in need of a profiler."

"No way, you're Hotch's new hire?"

"Guilty." She smirked.

"That's great." He wrapped her in a hug. When he pulled back he nodded toward her helmet and jacket clutched in her hands, "You finally bought that bike, I see."

She nodded, "Best decision I ever made." A moment of awkward silence passed between them before Jessa said, "I should go see Agent Hotchner before I'm late."

"Yeah." He agreed sitting back down at the desk Jessa assumed was his.

She made her way up to Agent Hotchner's office and knocked before he told her to enter.

"Agent Winchester." He greeted, "Good to see you again."

"I want to thank you Agent Hotchner, for this opportunity."

"Call me Hotch." He smiled, shaking her hand. "Did you bring a go-bag?"

She tapped her hand on the bag hanging from her shoulder, "Yes, sir."

"Good, because I got word of a case this morning." He led her to the door, "I'll how you to your desk and introduce you to the team."

"Yes, but who is she?" A blonde agent sat on a desk while a younger one was reclined behind it. "An ex of Morgan's?"

The two agents conversing looked vaguely familiar from the Roadhouse two years previous, but Jessa couldn't be sure. Her focus had been entirely on Jo that night.

"She was a waitress in Nebraska two years ago." The younger agent whispered back.

Hotch cleared his throat and the two agents stopped talking abruptly.

"Agent Winchester, this is your desk." He tapped his hand on an empty desk right by Derek's. He then nodded at each of the agents, "These are Agent's Morgan, Jareau and Dr Reid." He finished his introductions then added to the rest of the team, "Briefing in fifteen."

"I'm JJ." The blonde agent, Jareau, told her when Hotch walked off.

"Jessa." Jessa told her, putting her things on her new desk and sitting behind it.

"What kind of motorbike do you ride?" The other agent, Reid, asked trying to make conversation.

"2001 Honda VTR1000F. They call it a SuperHawk." She told them, but judging by the looks on their faces they had no clue what she was talking about.

She found that the bottom drawer at her desk was just big enough to fit her helmet and jacket, with the added bonus of it locking.

Derek scooted his chair over to Jessa's desk, "What have you been doing with yourself, Bright Eyes? I haven't spoken to you in about a year, now."

She shrugged, "A year in the Omaha field office isn't all that exciting."

"Omaha." He smiled, "Not far from home then."

"A few hours. The Hawk made it an easy trip." She locked her bike gear in the drawer and stood, "Now, you have to show me to the briefing room."

He made a show of saluting as if she had just given him an order before he led her toward the conference room. Reid and JJ had beaten them there, and Hotch walked in when Jessa sat down.

"This is SSA Jessamine Winchester. She comes to us from Omaha." Hotch announced, then introduced her to the remaining member of the team, "This is Agent Gideon." Gideon was an older man with a stern expression but kind eyes. He had a pair of drug store glasses perched on the end of his nose.

"Just Jessa, please." She told him.

"Alright." Hotch said, signalling the pleasantries over, "JJ?"

JJ stood up and handed them each a file, "Cheyenne, Wyoming. Last week 30-year-old single mother of two, Abigail Griffith was murdered out the front of the Legal Aid firm where she worked. She was shot four times in the chest before her face was mutilated with a blade, they had to use dental records to ID her." Jessa opened the file to see an image of a dead body, "A week before that 24-year-old Ashley Grahame was killed as she was leaving work, also a single mother. Ashley was a retail sales person, same MO: shot four times before her face was mutilated."

"This guy is obviously targeting single mothers." Gideon began, "But is the facial mutilation part of his MO or a countermeasure to slow down identification?"

"Their purses were missing, but it seems too personal for it to be a robbery." Morgan stated.

"Both women still had their jewellery, so chances are the UnSub took their purses to stop them being identified." Reid said.

"Alright, wheels up in thirty." Hotch told them, standing and leaving the room.

"Wheels up?" Jessa said, "Does that mean what I think it means?"

Morgan chuckled, "Hotch didn't tell you about the Jet?"

She shook her head which made Morgan laugh more. He draped his arm over her shoulder and steered her from the room, "Well, allow me to tell you about the Jet."


The jet was impressive. Not that Jessa had anything to compare it to, all her travelling had been done in the Impala or on her Hawk. She tried not to freak out when the plane was taking off, hating the feeling of being forced against the back of the seat.

"You ok there, Bright Eyes?" Morgan asked from the seat across the aisle. He chuckled at her pale face and white-knuckle grip on the arm rests.

"Have ever been in a plane before, Jessa?" JJ asked, her voice didn't have the humour that Morgan's did. Instead she was concerned.

"Never. Oh god." She cursed as the wheels left the ground, leaving her stomach behind.

"You'll get used to it." Hotch told her.

"I thought you said you travelled a lot as a kid." Morgan asked.

"From the comfort of Dad's Impala."

"Relax," Gideon said, patting her knee, "It'll get better."

And it did. Once they were at altitude Jessa relaxed, she wasn't freaked out anymore but she dared not look out the windows until the plane landed safely in Cheyenne.


The first four days were spent going over evidence and crime scenes and witness statements. It wasn't until Friday when they found a third body that they got their first solid lead. It led them to a local bartender that fit their profile perfectly.

"Let's go." Hotch declared, and the five Agents followed him to their vehicles.

Both Government Issue SUV's came to a stop out the front of the townhouse with a screech of tires, and the agents leapt out. Jessa could feel her heart pounding in her chest as she waited for the signal to enter. She had done her fair share of breaking and entering, but it was more of a dead of the night, pick the lock, get in and out before anyone notices thing.

When she heard the signal, Jessa raised her gun and slipped inside behind the other agents. They cleared the downstairs before she and Morgan headed up the stairs. When they were satisfied that the house was empty, they began a search.

A thorough search of the residence turned up nothing, until they reached the spare room. Jessa pulled the door to the closet open and a backpack fell to the floor at her feet. She slowly undid the zip and resting in the bottom of the bag was a gun, knife, and bloody clothes.

"I've got something." She told Morgan.

He was behind her in a moment and she handed him the bag and continued to look in the closet. She had to stand on her tip-toes to reach the top shelf but her hands landed on something she she pulled it down to see what it was.

"Morgan. Check this out." She handed him the victims ID's and back cards that she found.

"You serious?" He asked with a smile, "We got him."

When Morgan was looking over the evidence, Jessa glanced out the window and saw their suspect. "Morgan." She pointed out the window, just as Scott Simmons realised what was happening and took off running down the street. "He's running."

Jessa spied the open window and lunged for it, grateful that it was on the first floor and not the second. She landed on the pavement in a crouch, ignoring the stinging in her arm, knee, and face where she had taken skin off, and took off after the unsub, drawing her gun as she ran.

"FBI, stay where you are!" She had stopped running and her breath came heavy as she kept the gun trained on the now stationary unsub. Scott Simmons raised both hands in a surrendering gesture and turned to face her. Hotch and Morgan had caught up, and in her peripheral vision she could see them with their guns trained on Simmons.

Jessa slipped her gun into her holster and pulled out her cuffs. She took a step towards him and he grinned at her and stepped backwards onto the busy street, just in front of a bus. The bus braked, and tires squealed as Jessa rushed to the unsub, calling 911 as she went. She bent over the bloody, broken form of Simmons and checked for a pulse. None.

It only took a couple of minutes for the ambulance to arrive but the paramedics were unable to revive him.

Hotch led Jessa away as uniforms arrived with the coroner.

"You ok, Winchester?" He asked.

"Fine." She answered feebly. She glanced at her arm and saw the steady trickle of blood, "Just skinned myself up jumping out of that window."

"That was a careless move."

She shrugged, "I didn't have time to think."

After giving her statement to the uniforms, Jessa climbed into the waiting SUV and the team left.


"You're awful quiet." Morgan came and sat next to her on the plane, handing her a cup of coffee.

Jessa took a sip and offered him a smile, "Not much to say is all."

"You with nothing to say?" He joked, causing Jessa to laugh weakly. "You did good today."

She just nodded and continued staring out the window into the darkness. They had left Cheyenne almost two hours previously and it was nearing the middle of the night and they still had nearly four and a half hours until they were home.

"I'm serious. You did a good job."

"If I did good, Scott Simmons would be in a cell right now, not a refrigerated drawer."

"It wasn't your fault, Jessa." He assured her. "Guys like that don't want to get caught. He did it, not you." Jessa shrugged, so Morgan tried to change the subject. "How's the head?"

Jessa raised her hand to touch the tender spot above her eye where a bruise was beginning to form. She had grazed it on the sidewalk when she had leapt out of the window, along with her knee and elbow. "Fine. Well, sore, but I'll be fine."

"I still think you should have got it checked out at the scene. You probably have a concussion."

"Seriously, I grazed it. No concussion." She told him, "I'm just looking forward to a long hot shower and sleeping all weekend."

"No arguments there." He agreed with a chuckle.