A/N: So, i've had a lot of free time lately and have done nothing but write more chapters for this story. I've now written up to chapter 11, so I decided to post this early. Next chapter will probably be on Saturday.
Anyway, so enjoy.
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"You ready?" Morgan asked, leaning back in his seat.
"Go." Jessa told him.
"Alright." He tossed the Skittle from his desk. The treat sailed through the air until Jessa caught it in her mouth. "Hell yeah. What's that now, nineteen out of twenty?"
"Nineteen out of nineteen." She corrected. "The other one didn't count."
"What? It did so count."
"Nah-uh. Reid distracted me."
At the mention of his name, Reid's head snapped up. "How did I distract you?"
"You did that thing that you do with the probability and statistics and whatnot."
Morgan chuckled, "That's his thing! You can't count that as a distraction."
"Briefing." JJ called to them from the mezzanine floor.
The three agents nodded their understanding headed toward the briefing room.
When they got to the briefing room, Hotch and Gideon were already sitting waiting for them. Jessa, Morgan and Reid took their seats and JJ began her briefing.
"Three teenaged girls have been found stabbed to death over the last month." She began, "The first was three weeks ago, a Tuesday, the second was exactly seven days later and the third was nine after that." She clicked the remote and images appeared on the screen. "Each girl was found in the mornings, displayed in local playgrounds."
"Where?" Morgan asked her.
"Lawrence, Kansas." The colour drained from Jessa's face, but no one seemed to realise.
The team kept talking, but Jessa couldn't hear them. She couldn't hear anything. It was like a fog had settled over her brain.
"Jessa!" Jessa snapped out of her daze, unaware of how much time had passed. A quick look around the room told that it was a while; everyone else was gone aside from her and Morgan, who was trying to get her attention.
"What?"
"Come on, wheels up."
"Oh." She stood up and slowly gathered up her file.
"Are you ok?"
"Yeah, fine."
"You completely zoned out during briefing."
"Yeah, I'm just tired." She lied. A glance at him told her the he didn't believe her, but she didn't bother to give a better excuse.
Jessa didn't contribute to conversation once on the two and a half hour flight to Lawrence. She could tell that the team knew something was up, but she didn't feel like explaining anything.
When they touched down, she was sent to the second crime scene with Morgan. Before Morgan could argue, Jessa climbed behind the wheel of the SUV and waited for him. The drive to the crime scene was silent, and Jessa was thankful that he didn't ask any questions.
Walking around the scene, things almost felt normal. The detective they met with was kind, and answered most of the questions they asked.
"So, she definitely wasn't killed here." Morgan stated, "Which means he either lives on the street or has a vehicle."
Jessa looked at the quiet suburban street around them. She wasn't very old when she left Kansas, but she soaked in the familiarity, she had been here before.
"Are you suggesting knocking on doors? Because I don't want to do that."
"Now that you mention it, that's a great idea Winchester." He joked like it was her idea, but Jessa knew he was serious about knocking on doors.
She rolled her eyes, "Fine."
"Alright. You take right, I'll take the left."
She nodded and walked to the start of the street and knocked on the first door.
Jessa seemed to get stuck with the really chatty older people and Morgan seemed to finish his side much faster than she did.
At one point Morgan was at the house next to her.
"Good morning, ma'am." Jessa greeted, like she had been all morning. "I'm SSA Winchester with the FBI. I just want to ask you a few questions regarding the body that was found in the park across the street two weeks ago."
The woman nodded.
"Did you notice anything odd or out of the ordinary around that time?"
"Does bad wiring count?" The woman chuckled, "Although, that's hardly out of the ordinary. This old house needs to be rewired."
Jessa forced a smile. "Thank you for your time."
"Wait, what did you say your first name was?"
"Uh, I didn't." She told her. "Jessa. Winchester."
The woman's smile grew, "I'm Jenny. Um, stay here."
The door closed in Jessa's face and she stood slightly shocked.
"What was that about?" Morgan asked, walking up behind her after finishing his houses.
"I don't know." Jessa whispered, turning to face him. Her gaze rested on his for a moment before they drifted to the large tree in the front yard.
"You alright, Winchester?"
She shrugged, but didn't answer because the door opened and Jenny reappeared with an old trunk in her hand.
"Sorry it took so long, I think there's rats in the basement. Anyway, I found this in the basement last night. I think it belongs to you."
Jessa took the trunk from her and opened it. Sitting on top of everything was a picture of her family. In the photograph, Jessa was on John's back, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck and she looked as though she was laughing. Dean was resting comfortably in John's arms and Mary clutched a baby Sam to her chest. They looked like a proper, happy family.
"Thank you." She whispered, tears welling up in her eyes. "Really, thank you."
"It belongs to you." Jenny smiled.
"Thank you." She said again, "But I'd better head off."
She turned and left without another word.
"Jessa." Morgan spoke when they were back in the SUV with Jessa behind the wheel. "You didn't tell me you lived here."
"I told you I was from Kansas."
"Why didn't you mention anything at briefing?"
She snapped, "I promised myself that I would never come back here and there is a good reason for that! My mom died in that house." She didn't add that whatever killed her was back.
Morgan was silent for a moment before he spoke again, "I'm sorry, Jessa. I didn't know."
"Yeah, well, I'm not big on people knowing my business."
When they got back to the police station, Jessa hung back while Morgan went to relay what they had learned about the case to the team.
When she was out of earshot from anyone else, she pulled out her phone and dialled Dean's number.
"Heya, J. Long time, no speak. What's up?"
She tried to get the emotion out of her voice before she spoke, "Where are you?"
"Oklahoma. Why?"
"I need your help. I'm on a case and I picked up on something that might be your kind of thing."
"What is it?"
"No idea."
"Where are you at?"
"You're not going to like it, Dean."
"Jessamine, where are you?"
"Lawrence."
"No."
"Dean, please." Emotion seeped in as she begged her twin, "I wouldn't call if it wasn't important. I think whatever killed Mom is back in our old house."
"J, please. Don't make me come home." He was on the verge of tears. "We made a promise that we would never come back."
"Dean, there is another family in danger there and you need to help them!"
"J—"
"Dean, you've been hunting this thing for twenty-two years and now you have the opportunity to kill it but you won't because of some promise that two scared kids made?!"
"Fine." He snapped. "We're five hours out."
"Thank you, Dean."
She just hung up the phone when a strange woman appeared in front of her.
"I'm sorry, can I help you?"
"You were right to call him, you know."
"What?"
"There's some real evil in that house."
"Who are you?" Jessa asked, shocked. Who was this woman, and what was she talking about?
"Missouri Mosely. I'm a friend of your father."
"Do you know where he is?"
"I know a lot of things, dear. You need to save that family." With that statement, she turned and walked off leaving a stunned Jessa behind
It was late when the team got to the hotel and Jessa hung back to meet her brothers, only Morgan sensed something was going on and hung back too.
"What's going on, Jessa?"
"None of your business." She said, waiting.
"Come on, Bright Eyes. Are you forgetting that I know you?"
He tried to lighten her mood but she just chuckled humourlessly. "You don't know me, Derek. You know someone, but it sure as hell ain't me."
"Then let me in!"
Again, she laughed, "You wouldn't like what you find out."
"Who says?"
"Just leave me alone, Derek."
"No." He stared at her defiantly, "Jessa, I'm not going anywhere until you let me in."
"Derek." She whispered, "I couldn't stand you of all people seeing me differently."
He wrapped his arms around her and pressed a kiss to her forehead, "That's never going to happen, Bright Eyes."
Jessa leaned into him for a moment, but the sound of a car approaching caused her to pull back. When the Impala pulled up, Jessa was shocked to see both of her brothers climb out.
The first thing she did was throw herself at Dean, hugging around his neck, "I'm so glad you came."
"Where else would we be, J?" He pulled back and glanced at Derek, "Who's he?"
"That's Derek, he's a friend of mine." Then she turned to Sam, "Please tell me you hopped a flight from Cali."
Sam shook his head.
"Sammy, you were going to be a lawyer."
He just shrugged, "Things happen."
"Like Dad being missing? You could have stayed at school!"
"It's not just that, Jessa." He looked away sadly, "Jessica died."
"What? When?"
"Just after Jericho."
"Why didn't you call me?"
"What could you have done? You've been absent since I was thirteen!"
"I'm sorry, Sam. I really am." She reached out and squeezed her brother's hand. "How?"
"Like Mom."
The shock on her face was evident, but Dean cut in. "We stopped by the house."
"What do you think?"
"I think you're right. Something is there."
"Someone came to see me today." Jessa told them, "She could be a nutjob but I got the feeling she could help."
"What's her name?"
"Missouri Mosely."
"Wait." Dean reached into the Impala and grabbed John's old hunting journal. "The first thing he ever wrote in here: 'I went to Missouri and learned the truth'. I always thought he was talking about the state."
"We should check that out first thing." Sam said.
"Let me know what you find out?"
"Of course."
"Good." Jessa paused, she wanted to tell them about what Jenny had given her, but she selfishly kept it to herself. She wanted something of their mother that the boys didn't have. Instead, she hugged each of them and watched them climb back into the Impala and drive off. When they were gone she tuned back to Derek.
"That was a very confusing conversation." He stated, "But I'm not going to press."
"Thank you."
"Come on, let's get some sleep because we've still got a killer to catch."
I'm actually so happy with how this chapter and the next one turned out. I hope you liked :)
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