Jessa found that she was far more tired than she expected to be, and groaned audibly when her alarm went off.

"For God's sake!" She slammed her hand down on the snooze button.

"Come on, Winchester." JJ said. She was already dressed and was sitting at the tiny table with two paper cups of coffee in front of her.

Jessa had only worked with the BAU for five months, but everyone—Especially JJ—knew she wasn't a morning person and needed coffee to get moving. "Thanks." She grumbled, taking a cup and gulping down some of the scorching liquid.

"Hotch will be angry if you aren't ready to go."

Jessa just nodded and shuffled into the small bathroom, still in a zombie-like state. Surprisingly, it didn't take her long to get ready for the day, and when she emerged from the bathroom she downed the last of the coffee.

"Ready to go?" She asked, already feeling the effects of the caffeine.


The day was uneventful as far as the case was concerned. Sam and Dean, on the other hand, had more luck.

Dean had called around lunch time to explain everything.

"So, it turns out that this Missouri is a psychic." He told her.

"I was right, she's a nutjob." Jessa sighed.

"Not quite. She's legit."

"No way."

"Way."

"Dean, how many honest-to-God psychics have we come across in the last twenty years?"

"I know, but this Missouri, is the real deal. Plus she knows Dad. She's the one that told him about the Supernatural."

"Alright. What did she say?"

"Well, Dad took her to the house after Mom died. Said there was some serious evil there."

"That's what she told me yesterday."

"Yeah, well, me and Sammy are taking her back now."

"Alright, just don't go breaking the law."

"Ah, J come on, you take the fun out of everything."

"Just save that family." She hung up without another word.

"Everything ok?" She hadn't heard Reid come up behind her.

"Shit, Reid. You scared me." She laughed, "But yeah, everything is fine." The lie slipped out easily, having spent her whole life doing it.

"Are you sure? Because you've been distracted this whole case."

"I'm fine, Reid. Morgan's already spoken to me about it. I've got my head in the game."


The next time she heard from Dean was a text at almost midnight. She was still at the station going over evidence with the team, still far from having a solid lead. The text simply read Problem solved.

It wasn't long after that that Hotch sent them all back to the hotel, but Jessa was too high on caffeine to sleep so she found herself sitting in the hotel's lobby with the case files spread out in front of her. That was how Morgan found her at around four am.

"Have you been down here all night?"

"That depends." She answered without looking up.

"On…?"

"What time is it?"

"About four."

"Then yes."

"Jessa, get some sleep."

"I can't. This case is bugging me."

"That's my problem too." Morgan sat down opposite her. "Found anything new?"

"Maybe."

"What is it?"

Jessa grabbed the four images of the deceased girls. "There. Right on the hairline. It's small, and mostly healed but it's there." She was pointing a mark just behind the ear of each girl.

"I see it." He frowned as he stared at the images, "What is it?"

"I don't know. We'll have to get Garcia to enhance the images when it's a more appropriate hour."

"Well, what are your thoughts?"

"These girls weren't random." She grabbed her case notes from the mess in front of them. "Victims one and two were homeless, so we just figured he found them and killed them."

"Yeah, victims of opportunity."

"Right. But, what if he selected them first. Maybe he killed them because they were no longer of use to him."

"Ok, but what about vics three and four? They weren't homeless."

"No but," She flicked through her notes. "Victim number three, Annabelle Warren, her parents had both been laid off in the last couple of months and they're receiving unemployment benefits."

"And Stacy Cartwright, vic number four?"

"Living with a single parent. Blue collar father."

"What's your working theory?"

"They're doing something to earn money, and it most likely involves the Unsub."

"That's not actually a bad theory. Except what is the significance of the playgrounds?"

"That is the only flaw." Jessa sighed. "At first I thought it could be a location thing, like it was close to where he kills them. But they're too spread out for that. Then I thought that maybe it was the only place that the unsub could guarantee the bodies would be found, or maybe it meant something to the unsub but the more I think about it, the more I think that it has to have some deeper significance."

They were still brainstorming ideas when the sun came up, and when the rest of the team found them.

"How long have you two been down here?" JJ had asked.

"Morgan's only been here for a couple of hours, but I've been here since we got back." Jessa answered, sweeping all of the papers into a pile.

"Any breakthroughs?" Hotch asked.

"Jessa thinks that the victims are pre-selected." Morgan supplied.

"It's just a theory. I'll have to get Garcia to check up on a couple of things."

She called Garcia on the drive to the station, and by the time they got there Garcia had called back with answers. She had enhanced the crime scene photos to reveal a small circular brand behind the victims' ears which led them to a child prostitution ring.

"That's most of your theory proven." Morgan told Jessa after Garcia had hung up.

"Yeah, but he wouldn't kill his own girls."

"What if he wasn't part of it?" Gideon supplied. "What if he's killing them because of what they're doing?"

"He's probably got a daughter around that age." Hotch added.

"The playgrounds!" Jessa practically yelled.

"What about them?" JJ asked.

"Last night we couldn't come up with a reason why he would display them in a playground."

"But you have now?" Reid asked.

"The oldest girl is, what, fifteen?"

"Victim number two, Ashley White, fifteen."

"Right and look at how she's dressed. She's been made to look a lot older than she is."

"She's dressed pretty provocatively." Morgan agreed, "So he's killing them because, what, they're acting older than they are?"

"It's a pretty good theory." Hotch said, "Best we've got." He grabbed the phone and dialled Garcia, putting it on speaker.

"Lay it on me." She answered.

"Garcia, what schools do the victims attend?" Gideon asked.

"Uh." There was a brief pause, "They all attend Liberty Memorial Central."

"How many students?" Hotch added.

"Quite a few."

"We only need the girls."

"Ok, shorter, but I still need more."

"Garcia, try girls with brown hair, brown eyes. Like the victims." Jessa told her.

"Oh, you are good, my friend. Nine names, including the victims, five excluding."

"Are any of those from single parent households, baby girl?" Morgan asked her.

"No."

"What about any with overdue bills or missed payments?" JJ tried.

"And then there was one. Lucy Moore, parents Bill and Arlene. He's a mechanic and she's a housewife. Most of their bills are unpaid, and the power has been switched off in their home twice over the last few months."

"Great work, thanks Garcia." Hotch hit the 'end call' button.

JJ pulled up Lucy's picture from the file Garcia had just sent them.

"She could be their sister." JJ pointed out.

"Where does Bill Moore work?" Reid asked.

"Guenther Mechanics."

"Alright, Reid you take JJ to the school and interview the daughter. Morgan and I will take the house and Winchester and Gideon can go to the garage."

They all nodded, accepting the assignments.

The car ride was silent on the way to Guenther Mechanics, with Jessa trying to work out why that name sounded so familiar.

When they arrived they found the owner, Mike Guenther, under the hood of an old car.

"Excuse me, I'm SSA Winchester, this is SSA Gideon."

"Don't you feds talk?" He asked, straightening up and wiping his greasy hands on an old rag.

"Excuse me?"

"Two of you fella's came in yesterday asking questions about John Winchester."

Jessa cursed. Her brothers had so many aliases, and they had to use federal agent ones now?

"This is a different investigation." Gideon supplied, unaware that the feds he was referring to were fake. "We're looking for one of your employees, Bill Moore."

"Bill's over there." He pointed to a pair of grease stained, overall clad legs peeking out from under an old Ford.

Gideon nodded and approached him, but Jessa hung around.

"You haven't changed much." Mike offered.

"Excuse me?"

"It's been a few years. You were yay big last time I saw you." He held out his hand to indicate a height around his waist.

"This was Dad's garage." She stated, the penny finally dropping.

"It was Winchester and Guenther Automotive up until '83. Losing your Momma was hell on Johnny and I guess he couldn't bear to stay. What's he up to these days?"

"I don't know." Jessa shrugged, "I haven't spoken to him in nine years."

"Damn shame what happened to your family."

Jessa offered him a smile but didn't have time to say anything because Gideon shouted as their suspect bolted. Sheran around the front of the garage and managed to intercept him near the dumpsters by the back door. She brought him to the ground easily, and within seconds she had the handcuffs on him.

"Really? Running never works out." She pulled him roughly to his feet just as Gideon got through the door.

He offered her an apologetic look, which she shrugged off.


They got him back to the station where, after a couple of hours of interrogation, they got a full confession.

"Great work everybody." Hotch congratulated them when they were leaving the station mid-afternoon, "I think we all deserve a night off, and we'll leave first thing tomorrow."

Everyone expressed their agreement before climbing in respective SUV's to head to the nearest bar.

"Can we make a detour?" Jessa asked Morgan, climbing behind the wheel.

"Sure, where do you want to be?"

"There's someone I need to see before I leave town." She drove to the address that Dean had given her and didn't have time to even knock on the door before it was pulled open.

"Jessamine, dear, so good to see you!"

"Uh, just Jessa. I'm not a huge fane of Jessamine."

"Nonsense, you just don't think it suits you."

Jessa looked at the woman, but decided that arguing wouldn't get her anywhere. "Anyway, Miss Mosely, I just wanted to thank you for helping my brothers."

"That's not all you came her for." Missouri told her matter-of-factly. "You want to know if I can tell you where your father is."

Jessa smiled at the psychic. "The boys have been looking for him for months. I need to know he's ok."

Missouri smiled broadly, "There is someone that wants to see you."

She led Jessa to a small office space where John sat on a chair in the corner.

At first she was shocked to see the man she ran away from, then relieved to know he was ok. It wasn't until he smiled and said, "How are you, Jemmy?" That she allowed herself to feel happy. It was the use of her childhood nickname that pushed her over the edge. When she was young, she couldn't pronounce her name and it always came out as 'Jemmy', Mary had adored it and the name stuck. No one had called her that since she was four years old.

"Dad!" Tears spilled from her eyes as he stood and she flung herself at him, hugging him tightly. "I'm so sorry." She sobbed over and over.

"It's ok." He stroked her hair and pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

She pulled back and wiped the tears from her face. "I can't believe you're here! The boys will be so relieved."

"Jessa." He put his hands over hers to calm her down, "Dean and Sam can't know I'm here."

"What? Why?" She looked at him shocked, "Dad, they've been looking for you for months!"

"They aren't ready yet." He explained, "They're doing so well, saving so many people. I'm closer than ever to finding the thing that killed your mom. I'll bring them in when I'm closer."

She didn't agree with him, but she knew enough to respect his decision. "I've missed you, Dad."

"Missed you, too, kiddo." He smiled, and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "I have to go now."

"Please don't." Tears filled her eyes, "Dad."

"I have to do this, Jessa."

"I love you." She hugged him again, fresh tears falling from her eyes.

"Your Mom would be so proud of you." He whispered. Then he held her at arm's length, "And I am so proud, too. I love you." He pressed one last kiss to her forehead then walked out the door.

Jessa straightened up and wiped her tears away before leaving the room to find Missouri. She found her in the main room. "Thank you."

"I'm always happy to help a friend. Now you take care."

"I will."

She had her hand on the door, about to walk out when Missouri spoke again, "And you tell that man out there how you feel."

Jessa offered her a smile before disappearing out the door.


A/N: So, I said Saturday but as it turns out i didn't get a free second all day, so I'm sorry that it's a day later than I promised.

Also, the school names mentioned in this chapter are real.

I hope you enjoyed this one :)

Xoxo