Okay, I'm really sorry this took so long but this was quite hard to write. I'm going to take a bit of a break from writing this because I'm visiting my family for the Christmas period so the next chapter probably won't be up until late January/early February.

I hope you enjoy this.

Xoxo


Hotch had Garcia combing through security footage looking for any evidence of Abby Sweet. As much as Jessa needed to find her by nightfall, she almost didn't want Garcia to find anything so she wouldn't have to explain anything. They had set up a tip line, and currently they were chasing down three leads that sounded promising. Jessa and Hotch followed a possible sighting at a clothing store, but after looking through the store's footage they realised it was a false alarm.

They were just pulling back up at the station when Garcia called.

"Penelope, what's up?" Jessa answered.

"You know how earlier you asked about a murder in Birmingham a couple of months ago?"

"I recall." She set the phone on speaker as they got to the conference room.

"Yeah, well I set up a search to find out anything and everything I could and I got something."

"What is it?"

"I put her photo through a program to see if any street cams picked her up there around the time of the murder."

"And?"

"I have something, from the night of the murder, but it's a little curious."

"Send it through." Jessa motioned to Hotch to bring up the footage. "Thanks, Pen."

"Watch it before you thank me."

Jessa turned to the screen where the footage was up. Hotch hit play, and Penelope was right: For someone that didn't know what was going on, the footage was curious.

It was a carpark, just outside of a public park and it showed two figures, one that was obviously Abby, the other was a man Jessa had never seen before. A jogger came toward the pair and the man lunged at her, clawing at her. In another second, a fourth figure entered the frame and fired two shots at the man before Abby bolted.

"What the hell?" Hotch dragged the footage back to the start and watched it over.

"Told you it was curious. I got an image of our mystery shooter, I'm trying to clear it up enough for facial recognition."

Hotch stared intently at the screen and paused it on the frame where the jogger entered. Jessa froze when she saw what he had noticed. Slowly, he zoomed in on the screen.

"What is that?" he asked.

Jessa shrugged. It was the man, the image wasn't clear, but there was no denying that the man had fangs.

"It's weird right! Fangs! It's like something out of those novels." Penelope told them.

"We'll call you back." Jessa told her, snapping her phone shut.

Almost as soon as she slipped her phone into her pocket, it rang again.

"Winchester." She answered.

"It's me." Alex told her, sounding a little excited, "Can you meet me?"

"Where?"

"My motel room."

"Give me a sec." She hung up and turned back to Hotch, "I have to go."

"Go?"

"I'll be back." She made a move to walk away, but he stepped in front of her.

"Where are you going?"

"It doesn't matter."

"You aren't going anywhere. Not while we're trying to catch a killer."

"I'll be an hour tops." She stepped around him but was stopped again by him grabbing her arm.

"What is going on, Winchester."

She was saved from answering when her phone rang. However, Hotch grabbed it from her hand before she could answer it.

"Who's A.G?" He asked, reading the caller ID. She didn't say anything, so he flipped it open.

"Why the hell did you hang up on me for." Alex asked as soon as the call connected. "Can you meet me? We've got to end this sucker."

Hotch ended the call, "Was that the P.I?"

Jessa's silence answered the question.

"What was she talking about, 'end this sucker'?"

She groaned inwardly, there was no way she could lie this away—but she tried anyway. "I don't know."

"Do not lie to me, Agent Winchester." He seethed.

Damn. She pulled her arm free of his grip and walked through the station. Hotch followed her and but neither of them spoke until they got to one of the cars.

"Where are you going?" He asked, not even trying to hide his anger.

"Look, you can try and stop me, but I'm going to go with or without you." She climbed behind the wheel and within a second Hotch was in the shotgun seat.

"What's going on?"

"What do you mean?"

"I know you, Winchester, but right now I'm not so sure. I'm worried for you."

"You don't need to be. I know what I'm doing."

"You're talking about killing a girl!"

"She's not a 'girl'. Not anymore."

"What are you talking about?"

"Why did you come?" She ignored his question.

"What?"

"Why did you come with me?"

"To stop you doing something stupid." He answered.

"If you're so scared of me, then why did you get in the car? For all you know I'm suffering some kind of PTSD."

"I said I was worried for you, not that I was scared of you."

She didn't say anything else, and the rest of the drive was silent.


The sun was just beginning to set when they arrived at Motel 6, where Alex was staying.

"What are we doing here?" Hotch asked her as they climbed out of the SUV.

"Visiting a friend?"

"The P.I?" He didn't bother hiding his contempt.

Jessa ignored his comment and walked toward Alex's room. She didn't bother knocking, just pushed the door open and walked inside.

However, as soon as Hotch entered he pulled out his gun and trained it on Alex. Jessa didn't have to ask him why, it probably had everything to do with the teenaged girl that was tied to a chair in the middle of the room.

"Please, please." The girl whimpered, "Please kill me."

"Put your gun down, Hotch." Jessa told him.

"You brought your boss?!" Alex all but shouted.

"I didn't have a whole lot of choice." Jessa replied, "And why the hell do you have her tied to the chair?"

"I need to make sure she's the one." She answered, "I've been burned before."

Jessa stepped in front of the girl, and knelt down so she was at her height, "What's your name?"

"Kill me." She answered, looking at Jessa with tears in her eyes, "I'm a monster, please kill me."

"We can help you." Hotch said, finally lowering his gun, "You don't need to die, we can help you."

"Hotch." Jessa shook her head at him then turned back to the girl, "You're Abby, right?"

She nodded.

"Okay, Abby, do you know what happened?"

"Oh god!" She sobbed, "I killed them."

"Do you remember what happened to you in Birmingham a couple of months back?"

Abby paused for the longest time, "She killed Drew." She shot an angry look at Alex.

"Who was Drew?"

"He was my boyfriend."

"He was the monster that turned her." Alex said, "Andrew Lockwell."

"He was helping me!"

"Abby, did he turn you?"

"Turn?" Hotch asked.

She nodded, still crying, "He didn't mean to."

"Did you kill your sister?"

"It was an accident!" She sobbed, "I was going to go tell her goodbye but then I turned and I didn't mean to! I loved Kaley."

"I know you did." Jessa told her softly.

"Are you going to kill me?" There was a spark of hope in her eyes.

"I'm so sorry, Abby."

"Don't be." She smiled, "I killed those people. I deserve it."

"Winchester." Hotch snapped, "A word."

Jessa got up and walked to the little kitchenette, just out of earshot of Abby.

"What the hell are you planning on doing?" He asked her, fixing her with his typical stern glare.

"We're gonna kill her." Alex answered for her.

"I can't let that happen."

"You're gonna to have to, Hoover."

"Alex." Jessa cautioned, "Hotch, she has to die."

"No she doesn't! She's a seventeen-year-old girl who needs our help."

"She's beyond help now."

"How is that for you to decide!" He roared, "Since when do you have the power to make that decision?"

"Since she isn't human!" Jessa yelled back. "Look, I've been doing this my whole life. I know what has to be done." She turned back to the room only to notice the chair was empty, and the ropes that bound Abby severed.

"Where the hell is she?" Alex exclaimed.

"She must have turned."

"Yeah, and snuck off while the two of you were yelling!"

"This isn't my fault, Alex. We just need to track her down again."

"Before she kills someone else."

"Where would she go?"

"I could call Garcia. See if she can get a hit off street cams." Hotch suggested, pulling out his phone.

"No, don't." Jessa put her hand on his to stop him, "It's easier if we keep the rest of the team out of this."

"He's right." Alex said quietly, "I mean we've got to find her before she kills again."

"Fine." Jessa moved her hand so Hotch could make the call.

"Garcia." Hotch said after a couple of moments, "I need you to see if you can find our unsub."

"I've got my program searching for her as we speak." She answered.

"Narrow down the search. She just took off from Motel 6."

"Ooh, that helps."

"Get her to run the name Andrew Lockwell." Jessa whispered, "Montgomery has to mean something to her or him."

Hotch nodded, "Garcia, what do you have for an Andrew Lockwell?"

"Andrew Lockwell?" There was a pause while she looked it up, "Nothing. I mean, other than a death certificate dated in September. No criminal record. One hell of a medical record though. He's been in and out of the ER his whole life."

"Does he have property or family in Montgomery?"

"There is a cabin on the outskirts of town under the name Robert Lockwell, Andrew's father. He was killed a year ago, number one suspect was his son but he disappeared.

"Send me that address."

"Already done."

"Thanks Garcia." He hung up and turned back to Jessa, "We've got an address."


It wasn't very far to the cabin, but Jessa wasn't holding out hope. "She's not in her right mind. I doubt she'll even remember about this place." She told Hotch.

"Whether she's in her right mind or not, she knows we're closing in. She'll be here." They climbed out of the SUV. He cabin was small and decrepit, it barely looked habitable.

Hotch pulled his gun out, but Jessa didn't bother with hers. They didn't turn away from the shack when they heard Alex's truck roll out but Jessa was glad when the hunter arrived with a weapon that would actually be useful.

She was hypervigilant without her weapon and when she heard a sound in the trees she sank into a crouch and retrieved her silver knife. The next moment, everything moved in slow motion. One moment Jessa was low to the ground surveying the area, the next moment Abby shot from the tree, and Hotch fired at her as she grabbed Alex and slashed her claws across her throat. Jessa lunged at where Alex's still body hit the ground and grasped the gun loaded with sliver. She fired at the werewolf, hitting her, but not in the heart.

Jessa felt a sting as Abby's claws made contact with her face before she turned on Hotch, who kept shooting despite realising that his bullets had no effect. Abby lunged at him and Jessa reacted on instinct. She fired one shot and watched Abby fall to the ground.

"What the hell was that?" Hotch asked, but Jessa wasn't listening. She hurried to Alex's side, desperately feeling her neck for a pulse.

She was vaguely aware of blood trickling down her face but she ignored it as she felt a faint flutter under her fingertips.

"Alex?" She asked, hope trickling into her voice, as the hunter's eyes fluttered open. Jessa used her hands to cover the wound on her neck in a vain attempt to slow the bleeding. She could hear Hotch behind them calling for an ambulance as sirens approached.

"She dead?" Alex whispered weakly.

"Yeah, we got her."

"Good." Her eyes closed and Jessa frantically tried to wake her.

"Come on, Alex."

Her eyes slowly opened again as her hands weakly moved to her pockets and she produced a folded piece of paper. She opened her mouth to say something but her eyes fluttered closed again and this time they didn't open.

"Alex?" Jessa shouted, knowing that there was no use.

"Jessa." She felt Hotch's light touch on her shoulder, "There's nothing you can do for her now."

"Yeah." She whispered numbly, taking her hands from Alex's neck.

Jessa sat in the grass fighting back tears as she stared at the hunter's body. She noticed the paper, still clutched in Alex's lifeless hand and she reached out and took it. Unfolding it she realised it was a photo. Trying not to cover it in blood, she stared at the image. It was Alex, grinning into the camera holding a child that looked to be about two. The little boy had the same dark hair and brilliant eyes, but his smile was different to Alex's.

"What's that?" Hotch asked.

"She has a son." Jessa whispered, tears filling her eyes. She felt Hotch sit down next to her.

"It wasn't your fault."

"Then whose was it?"

"No one's fault. Sometimes things happen." Jessa slipped the photo back into Alex's hand and wiped her own bloody ones on her pants. The pair were silent for a while before Hotch spoke again, "What happened today?"

"The things," She started, staring straight ahead into the dark, "that you read about—monsters—they're all real." Jessa didn't turn to him to gauge his reaction; she knew he was a rational man and what he had seen was undeniable proof. "I'm not crazy, or psychotic or anything. I know that's what you were thinking back at the motel. I would never hurt an innocent person, but Abby was a werewolf."

"Werewolf?"

"Only way to kill one is with silver, which is why your gun was useless."

He opened his mouth to speak but the sirens got closer and suddenly headlights lit up the area as the dark SUV's pulled to a stop and the rest of the team climbed out.

"What happened?" Gideon asked.

Jessa and Hotch both climbed to their feet.

"We got a lead." Hotch explained. "P.I beat us to it."

Jessa stared back at Alex's body. "It's done now."

"Are you okay?" Reid asked taking a step toward her, "You're bleeding."

She touched a hand to the side of her face, "So I am."

Morgan moved to Abby's body to check for her pulse, then to Alex's. A moment later the ambulance pulled up, followed by local PD.


It was in the early hours of the morning when they were in the plane heading home, and Jessa sat silently staring out the window at the blackness. She paramedics checked her up at the scene, cleaning and dressing her wounds after determining they didn't need stitches. As soon as they returned to the motel Jessa locked herself in the bathroom and scrubbed and scrubbed at her hands until they were raw, only then was she satisfied that she had removed every drop of Alex's blood.

"Are you alright?" Hotch took a seat opposite her.

"She was a cop." She said instead of answering.

"Who was?"

"Alex. She was a cop in New York until a couple of years ago when her husband and son were killed in a mugging. She quit her job, sold her house and none of her friends saw her again." She looked at him, "I spoke to Garcia. I don't think it was a mugging."

"Why do you say that?"

"A perfectly ordinary person with a job and a family doesn't just pack up her life for no reason. It takes something unexplainable."

"How do you know about all that stuff?" He asked her after a long silence.

"My dad. It's how I was raised."

"How do you cope with the knowledge of it all?"

"It's all I've ever known." She looked away from the window, "It helps to have a mission."

"What's your mission?" His eyes were full of genuine curiosity.

"My Mom. She was killed when I was a kid."

"What killed her?"

"That's in my file."

"The file says house fire."

"A demon. My dad was hunting it for over twenty years before it killed him."

"That's not very healthy."

"You do what you have to do for family." She answered.

"What are you going to put in your report?"

"We followed a lead, she attacked and I acted appropriately."

"What if there's an investigation?"

"We can make it go away. It's not like I haven't done it before."

"You've done it before? How?"

"Strauss. When we were attacked in the parking lot she doctored the report to account for the inconsistencies."

"What—?"

"Demon. It was looking for my dad."

"Your life is one big horror story isn't it." He managed a half-hearted smile.

"I guess you could say it is, yeah."