Jessa woke up feeling marginally better, but still far from one hundred percent. She wandered out into the bullpen looking for her team, but only finding Agent Franks at his desk.

"Where is everyone?" She asked him, sitting down on a nearby chair.

"Two of your lot went to chase down a possible witness, while the rest of 'em went to the new crime scene." Franks answered without looking up.

"New crime scene?"

"Yeah, local handyman."

"Was there a 911 call?"

Franks nodded, "They're sending over a recording. Should be here soon."

Jessa sat back and waited, and after almost fifteen minutes Franks let her know the recording was in.

Behold, I will cast her into a bed, and then I commit adultery with her into great tribulation.

Excuse me? The operator asked.

Two-twenty-two Smith Road. Raphael must teach more sinners the way of the lord.

"That's it?" Jessa asked when the recording cut off.

Franks nodded.

"Who lives at that address?"

He flicked through his notes, "Mr and Mrs Douglas."

Jessa stared at the computer that they had just used to listen to the recording, pondering what she had heard.

"What is it?"

"Adultery. That's the sin, but the voice on the recording appears to be the second unsub—Raphael."

"So?"

"There's a clearly dominant personality, and a clearly submissive one. Why would they switch roles?" She spoke the question rhetorically as she pulled out her phone and dialled Hotch. "What's at the crime scene?" She asked as soon as the call connected.

"One victim, a local handyman but he didn't live here. We believe he was having an affair with Mrs Douglas."

"Okay, that makes sense considering what the Unsub quoted to the 911 operator. But Mrs Douglas's body wasn't there?"

"No."

"So he abducted her? That doesn't make any sense."

"A lot doesn't make sense about this crime scene."

"Like the 911 call…"

"Why would they switch roles like that?"

"And why would Raphael refer to himself in the third person like that?" Almost as soon as the words were out of the mouth she realised what she was missing and smacked herself in the forehead. "Unless he's not."

"What do you mean?" Hotch asked her, trying to catch up.

"The Archangel Raphael."

"Are you thinking this is one of your things?" He asked her, dropping his voice.

"God no. There's no such thing as Angels, but that's the delusion. This unsub thinks he is acting under Raphael's guidance." He was silent. "Hotch, if these unsubs think Mrs Douglas is Jezebel, like the verse quoted, she's going to die a particularly horrible death."

"We'll be back there shortly." He hung up.


Jessa hung around and waited for the team to get back, having not much to do until they got back with more information.

"Agent Winchester?" Franks grabbed her attention, "Your tech from Quantico is on the phone."

Jessa grabbed it from his hand, "Garcia."

"Why is no one answering their phones?" She asked, panic sneaking its way into her voice.

"They're driving back. The cell signal isn't all that great." She glanced up to see the team walking through the door. "Hang on, they're here now." She gestured for them to hurry up as she switched it to speaker. "Alright, Garcia."

"Okay, so if the first video went viral fast, the second one's going through the stratosphere."

"Second video?" Hotch asked her.

"Yeah, there's a new video from our psycho. I'm downloading it myself right now." She sounded defeated, "Some of these upload sites get more than a million hits a day."

"Get it on the monitor here as soon as you can." Hotch ordered, hanging up.

A few minutes later the video flashed up on their screen. It was of a pretty blonde woman kneeling on an old mattress, her hands chained to the walls beside her. The unsub sat in front of her, his face hidden in shadow, as he read the bible verse about Jezebel's punishment. Jessa didn't need to listen; she was familiar with this particular story.

Dogs barked in the background as Mrs Douglas realised what was happening and she began to fight harder against her restraints, tears staining her face.

"Turn it off." Hotch ordered as the camera panned to the dogs. The unsub was about to let them out on Mrs Douglas. 'In the portion of Jezreel shall dogs eat the flesh of Jezebel'. Everyone looked away in disgust. Jessa could only imagine how Penelope was taking

"Wait!" Detective Farraday—the small, balding local—said, leaning closer to the screen.

"You haven't seen enough?!" Morgan bit.

"Those dogs." He pointed at the screen, "Those three dogs attacked someone a couple of months ago. I would have had them impounded but the victim knew the owner. A neighbour. He didn't want to press charges."

"Are you sure?" Gideon asked.

"As God is my witness." He started rifling through his notebook. "Three mangy mixes. I knew those dogs looked sick. I put a call to animal control, I don't know if they ever followed up on it." He flicked through the pages faster, "Oh here it is."

"Do you have the owners name?" Hotch asked him, gearing to go.

"Hankel."

"Hankel?" Hotch asked, panic flooding him.

"Tobias Hankel." The detective confirmed.

"What?" Jessa asked him, looking between him and the confused detective.

"Tobias called the police about a prowler at the Kyles' residence. JJ and Reid went out there."

"He's the witness?" Morgan asked, panic setting in on him too.

"Let's move." Gideon ordered.

Jessa jumped up to follow but Hotch turned on her with a stern expression, "No." He told her.

"There is no way I'm staying here, Hotch. Not now."

"You aren't even supposed to be here."

"Our friends are potentially in a very dangerous situation, and you are deluded if you think I'm just going to sit around." She pushed past him and followed the others.


The SUV roared down the dirt roads, state troopers leading as they sped toward Tobias Henkel's property. It was dark as they neared, but every agent knew something was wrong. The SUV that JJ and Reid took sat in the drive, but there was no sign of their friends.

Detective Farraday took the lead as they filed out of the cars. "Take the house with Gideon and Hotch." He ordered one of his deputies, "There's a barn out back." He told Morgan.

"Prentiss, come on." The two rushed off around the back.

"I'll stay here, I guess." Jessa told no one in particular as they all rushed off. She leant against the SUV and idly played with the packet of cigarettes in her back pocket. She had quit a while back, but since her accident she had found her cravings getting increasingly worse. With a sigh, she pulled one out and slipped it between her lips. She was just bringing the lighter to the tip when a voice sounded behind her.

"Don't worry, they bench me too."

Instinct took over and she whirled on him, reaching for her gun and dropping her lighter in the process.

"Woah, I didn't mean to startle you." The young deputy put his hands up as he smirked.

"Don't sneak up on someone like that."

"Sorry." He bent over and retrieved her lighter.

"Thanks." Jessa lit the cigarette inhaled deeply, trying to settle the jitters of waiting for news. "So why do you get benched?"

"I'm new." He answered, "And I don't know if you noticed, but I'm kind of scrawny."

Jessa chuckled, that was true. He resembled Sam the way she knew him before she left—all skin and bones. He wasn't particularly intimidating looking either, but then again, neither was Reid.

"What about you?" He asked.

Jessa nodded to the walking stick that leant against the car next to her.

"I guess I'm not all that observant either." He sighed.

"What's your name?"

"Miles Fuller, ma'am." He spoke with the drawl of a proper southern boy.

Jessa couldn't help but chuckle, "It's Jessa, not 'ma'am'."

"Sorry."

She smiled, she liked this kid. "How new are you?"

"This is my second week."

"Hell of a case for your second week. I was in the Bureau for months before I got my first murder."

"In DC?" He sounded disbelieving.

"We're based in Quantico, but this was when I was in Omaha."

"Do you ever get used to it?" Miles asked quietly after a long silence, "The murder, I mean."

Jessa shrugged, "Never. But it gets easier."

She caught sight of movement from the side of the house, so she extinguished her cigarette under her boot and raised her gun, slowly stepping forward. Her limp made it hard to keep the gun steady, but she did her best until she realised it was Prentiss and JJ.

She grabbed her cane and met them, "JJ, are you okay? Where's Reid?"

"We split up." She answered, barely registering Jessa in front of her. She had blood on her hands and she looked dishevelled.

"What happened?"

Prentiss shook her head as if to say 'Don't press it', so Jessa stopped asking and rushed to the SUV to open a door so Prentiss could get her sitting.

"Keep an eye on her." Jessa said to Miles as she and Prentiss walked a few feet away to talk. "What happened?"

"When she and Reid got here they realised that Henkel was the unsub and split up. JJ entered the barn and the dogs tried to attack her so she killed them." Emily sighed, "Mrs Douglas was there too. Well, what's left of her was."

Jessa squeezed her eyes shut. It must have been incredibly traumatic for JJ, no wonder she was in a state.

"There's an ambulance on the way."

"And Reid?"

Emily shrugged, "Morgan went to look for him, but there's no sign yet."

Jessa tried her best not to think the worst, but she knew what this unsub was capable of and the worst crept its way into her mind.


A little while later the ambulance arrived and Jessa sat with JJ while she was being checked out. Eventually it started to rain.

"Any sign of him?" Prentiss asked, walking up to Detective Farraday as he stood watch over them.

"We've got every one of our units on the road. He won't get far."

"You can't find Reid?" JJ asked after the detective had walked off.

"Not yet." Emily answered honestly.

"Prentiss." Morgan called her over, and Jessa wrapped an arm around her friend.

"We'll find him JJ. We'll get him back."

The pair sat in companionable silence until Hotch approached, signalling to Jessa that he needed to talk to her.

"Sheriff a couple of towns over spotted Hankel." He told her, "We're going to check it out."

"I'll stay with JJ."

Hotch nodded, "When she's up to it I want you two in that house and going over every aspect of his life."

"Got it." Hotch started walking away, but Jessa reached out a hand and grabbed his elbow, "Bring him back, okay?"

"Of course."

The lead was a dead end. Hotch, Gideon, Morgan, and Prentiss returned to the house solemn and defeated. JJ and Jessa had had similar luck. Hotch had called Garcia and ordered her to fly to Atlanta so she could work on Hankel's computers.


It was mid-morning when Hotch had returned from collecting Garcia.

"Welcome to our nightmare." JJ greeted the analyst.

"His computer is an extension of his brain." Gideon told her, "I need you to dissect it."

Penelope nodded, although she appeared completely frightened.

"I'll get you set up. Come on." Morgan took her hand and led her out of the main room and into the room where Hankel had his computers.

"So nothing new since I left?" Hotch asked.

"Well, the good thing is, the guy documented practically every second of his life." Emily started, "The bad news is, we're still unpiling."

"From the looks of it, he hasn't left this place in years." JJ said, annoyance seeping in to her movements.

"He knew he could pretend to be looking for a motel and throw us off his trail." Jessa stated.

"No, no, no." Gideon started, "It's more than that. Sherriff's office, 911 calls, every time he engages the police and gets away with it he reassures himself. God's on his side, not ours."

Jessa put her head in her hands, and she heard JJ groan. They were getting nowhere.

"I'm going to go search his bedroom." Prentiss declared after a little while, "This is useless."

"I'll join you." Gideon followed her from the room.

Jessa stood from her seat and began slowly pacing, her sore leg enjoying the small amount of movement.

It was well past nightfall before anyone had a lead.

Prentiss entered the room holding an old sheet of paper. "Narcotics anonymous meetings." She explained, "There's a name and number written on it. A Mickey Bates."

"Call him and arrange a meeting." Gideon told her.

"Wait, Mickey Bates?" Jessa questioned.

"Yeah." Prentiss looked back down at the paper for confirmation. "Why?"

"I know him. He was a friend of my father's."

"Prentiss," Hotch started, "Arrange a meeting, but take Jessa with you."

Emily nodded and pulled out her phone.

After a few moments, Jessa excused herself from the room to go find JJ. She had claimed she needed air a while ago and Jessa was beginning to worry.

She found her leaning over the sink in the tiny bathroom.

"JJ?" No response. "JJ, are you alright?"

Jessa saw her friend catch sight of her in the mirror, but instead of turning around she froze in fear. In one fluid movement, JJ had hold of her gun and was facing Jessa with it pointed at her chest.

"Woah, JJ, it's only me." When JJ didn't move, she tried again, this time speaking softer, "JJ, it's Jessa." This time JJ snapped out of it and put her gun away. "Are you okay?"

"Fine." She smiled, "Just don't sneak up on me like that."

Jessa gave her a reassuring smile; she knew what she was going through. "Prentiss found someone that knew Hankel. I'm going to talk with him sometime tomorrow. Do you want to come with? It will do you good to get away from here for a bit."

"Yeah, I think I will. Thanks, Jessa."

"Hey guys, I think I got something!" Morgan's voice came from outside.

Everybody moved at once, and by the time Jessa got outside, her leg burning from the exertion, Hotch and Morgan were emerging from what looked to be a cellar.

"What's down there?"

"Hankel's father." Morgan spat.


Sorry about the wait on this, guys. I hope you enjoyed.

Xoxo