Hey all, here is the next chapter for this fic. Isn't it funny when you write something so long ago and then the next time you look at it, you surprise yourself with what you wrote, because you don't remember it? Yeah, I feel the same. Anyway, I haven't wrote anything for this story for about two weeks and that's because I'm not too sure about where I took the story. One half of me likes it, but the other half says that it's not right. So, I'm not really sure where to go from here. I've written about ten chapters ahead of where we are now, so don't worry about updates...for now. Also, I just wanted to mention that this chapter is the start of...something great. I'll just leave it at that. With that said, I hope you enjoy and please remember to review. Happy reading. x

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Not Like This

Chapter Eleven: No Peace

Six months later:

November 21, 2014

"FBI drop your weapon!" Jamie bellowed into the house. Her gun was trained steady and ready to fire at a moment's notice.

Morgan, who was her partner with this particular take-down, carried away the screaming mother who was yelling at her son. Her son was the unsub, who had been murdering woman, clear surrogates for who he really wanted. The boy had his kid sister by gripping her throat, holding a knife on her.

"Don't do this Kyle!" Jamie shouted, warning in her voice. "Put that knife down!" Her gun never faltered, her eyes focused solely on the teenager with his crying sister in front of her. The boy was staring at her with what seemed like humor in his eyes, like he didn't believe that Jamie wouldn't dare put a bullet between his eyes. "Kyle, do you want to die today?"

Kyle laughed out of mockery. "You won't shoot me. Not when I've got mommy's favorite by the throat."

"Yes or no!?" Jamie pushed, irritation coming to her surface fast. The job had hardened her, not just physically, but emotionally as well.

"I'll cut the bitch's neck open! I know how to do it!" Kyle threatened. "I've been practicing..."

"I'm not going to ask you again, damn it! "

"You can't shoot a kid, you wouldn't dare…" he challenged.

"That's where you're wrong. I wouldn't be shooting a kid, I'd be putting down a serial killer." Jamie set her facial features into a hard, narrowing position. "Kyle, please, don't do this. Look at what you're doing to your sister, to your mother."

"Screw them! My own mother hates me, so why shouldn't I take the one thing she loves?!"

"Kyle, I swear to god if I see that knife move-"

"Yeah, yeah, you're going to shoot me! I get it!"

Kyle had the knife by his side now, still holding his sister by her hair. His eyes were going back and forth from Jamie, to Morgan and his mother. Jamie could see he was internally debating his decision. Whatever it was, Jamie would be ready.

Kyle sighed, letting his stern face fall a little. "…if I let her go-"

"No, there is no if in this situation, Kyle." Jamie warned, gun still trained on the boy.

"I hate you Kyle! Even when you were inside me I knew what you were!" his mother shouted.

"Morgan, get her the hell out of here!" Jamie yelled over her shoulder, never taking her eyes from the threat. Jamie didn't know if it was pure hatred for her son, or the fear of losing her daughter, but the outburst from the sobbing woman wouldn't help defuse the situation. Her cries could still be heard as Morgan practically carried her out the door, leaving Jamie to face Kyle.

Kyle was clearly aggravated. His face was red and his nose was flaring. "See?! I honestly would love nothing more than to kill this piece of trash right here!" he bellowed, grabbing a tighter hold on his little sister's throat. The cries coming from the girl became louder, irritating her killer brother. "Shut up!" he shouted at her.

"Kyle, I'm not going to keep doing this. Either put the knife down or I'll make you put it down."

Kyle laughed once more, craning his neck. "I don't care anymore. I'm done with this, with everything!"

It felt like a single second when Jamie saw his arm attempt to move upward towards his sister. There was no hesitation, no more wariness. Jamie put a bullet right between Kyle's eyes and he didn't think twice about it. The kid was on the ground as Jamie lowered her gun.

"Carter!" Morgan ran in, seeing the scene before him. Blood was splattered on the wall in front of her and blood pooled around Kyle's head. His sister was in shock, not moving from her spot in the room.

"…I told him not to move the knife." Jamie said to Morgan, but not looking at him. She put her gun in her holster and walked towards the little girl. "Let's go see your mom." She pulled away the fearful girl from the horrid scene, walking her outside into the sun. There were several police officers there, including more of her team members. She could see Spencer and Hotch watching her as she led the girl to her mother. They wrapped each other in hugs, crying as they were escorted away from the home.

Jamie stood there in the open, not moving. "That's where you're wrong. I wouldn't be shooting a kid, I'd be putting down a serial killer." She did her job and she did it correctly. Kyle was warned what would happen if he moved the knife, yet, he still did it. So, why did she have the feeling of bitter self-reproach?

The footsteps approaching her took her out of her strange daze, but she didn't look at the person who was now standing next to her.

"You alright?" It was Spencer, seeing his friend having an internal battle within herself.

Jamie watched as the medics wheeled out Kyle's body in a body-bag on their gurney. She shook her head and crossed her arms, sighing. "I told him not to move the knife..."


In the seven months that Jamie had been with BAU, things had dramatically changed. They didn't change in an unsatisfactory way, but in the most optimal way. Working on cases, catching and chasing down serial killers was the ultimate adrenaline rush; even considering when she was put in the line of fire once or twice. Her relationship with the team was solid, despite the rocky beginning. Each of her relationships with the members as individuals was at an all-time high. Jamie, JJ, Penelope, and Prentiss all fell in line as close friends, who went out when they had a moment to themselves. They became sister's in Jamie's eyes, people who she could talk to about anything. Jamie looked to Rossi as a mentor, along with Hotch. Morgan became like a big brother, warming up in no time to the newest member. Then, there was Spencer. After their conversation on the plane and even the impromptu dinner at her place with some of the others, their relationship, as strange as it was, fell into a place of serenity. They both seemed to embrace having one another around. Towards the end of the second month, the apprehension and uneasiness surrounding the two youngest agents melted away. It was like they fell back into a familiar rhythm. Both were smart as hell, so naturally, they both tried to spit out facts every now and again, earning strange looks from their teammates. They shrugged it off, knowing the other would appreciate the true facts.

It's an amazing feeling when things work out and you find where you belong. Jamie was in love with her life and she felt at home there in Quantico. She had a great job, loving friends-more of a family, actually, and she settled into the life quiet well. Jamie was grateful and felt at peace, with all of it.

Too bad peace is often short lived.


Jamie arrived on the elevator. When the doors opened, she dragged her feet out the exit and walked into the bullpen. She was immediately hit with the sight of her fellow teammates, gathered around in a small circle that consisted of JJ, Rossi, Spencer, Morgan and Penelope.

"…and you guys know the rest." JJ finished as Jamie walked up to them.

"Trying to dust off the old cobwebs." Morgan joked, sending a few of the others into laughter. Upon seeing Jamie enter the room, she was greeted with various hellos.

Jamie sighed. "Hey. Do you guys know what this case is about?"

"Not yet. Hotch called everybody and said to drop everything and get here ASAP." Rossi replied.

Jamie blew a raspberry, setting her purse down on another table. "It's so late" she whined.

"Oh, come on Carter. The job got you feeling wasted already?" Morgan asked.

Jamie scoffed. "The only wasted I want to be is-"

"Is that Cruz?" JJ interrupted, sending everyone's attention to the upper deck of the bullpen. "It is him."

Then, Jamie saw Hotch with another older man, whose name was apparently Cruz. They walked out together, carrying files in their hands. "Let's get started." Hotch called down to them all.

The team wasted no time following through with the order. They walked straight to the debriefing room, gathering around the table.

Entered Cruz and Hotch.

Cruz walked to Jamie, offering her a hand shake and a smile. "Matt Cruz. I've heard a lot about you, Agent Carter."

Jamie shook his hand with a strong grip. "Good things I hope." she quipped with a smile on her face.

"Nothing but the best." he informed. "Ms. Garcia," Cruz started. "I hope you don't mind but I took the liberty of having a much less talented version of you in my office load the case details." He took the remote from Garcia, who looked less than pleased.

"…no problem." she said softly.

"Okay. A good friend of mine, Sheriff Peter Coleman, down in Briscoe Country, Texas, reached out to me about a possible case. He's a former Texas Ranger, all around good guy."

"He read about our work on the Silencer case two years ago. He's sked for a consult." Hotch added.

"What do we have then?" Prentiss asked the two men.

Cruz turned to the screen in the front, pressing buttons on the remote. "Abigail Jones, prostitute. She was found in a dumpster last night." Pictures of the girl filled the screen. A mug shot, the M.E. photos, the crime scene where her body was found.

"What is that on her wrist?" Jamie pointed out.

"Good eyes, Agent Carter. It's rope burns and they go hand-in-hand with the lacerations on her back."

"And there's a GSW to the back of her head, execution style." JJ mentioned, looking down at her file.

"That's a conflict in M.O." Spencer spoke. "The cutting and the restraints point to sexual sadism, but the gunshot wound would end the torture too quickly for a sadist."

"Is that the only victim?" Rossi asked.

"There's Hannah Kelly, another prostitute who was killed over six months ago. She was dumped one jurisdiction over." Cruz informed as new pictures filled the screen.

"A forensic countermeasure. The unsub is smart enough to try and separate the victims so they can't be tied together." Jamie commented, a pen between her lips.

"And it's practical, too. Her body was left on Hooker Row where they pick up men, which brings us to our first victim, Lucas Wagner." The screen changed once more, showing pictures of a male this time. "He was killed eleven months ago, had multiple arrest for soliciting a prostitute. His body was found outside of a crack house where some of the prostitutes lived." Cruz informed them.

"He takes a paying customer and drops them off where the girls live. That sends the message that nobody is safe." Morgan concluded.

Hotch nodded at his team, ready to send them on their way to Texas. He turned to Cruz, "Tell Sheriff Coleman we're on our way. Wheels up in thirty."


On the jet and on their way to Texas, the team was indulged in their files. They were going over every possible detail they were provided.

"So, ballistics matched one gun to all three of the shootings." JJ confirmed. "The same unsub killed Lucas, Hannah, and Abigail."

One John and two prostitutes. He's keeping it in the family." Rossi pointed out.

"What if the John was a friend of the unsub? Could've been someone he was in business with or maybe they picked up prostitutes together?" Prentiss wondered.

"Well, once he kills his friend, it would make it easier to kill the prostitutes." Morgan mentioned.

"Jami placed her filed down on her lap, clearing her throat. "That could explain why there's no sexual evidence on the victims. It's about torture with the unsub, not being sexual with them."

Morgan nodded, hearing Jamie's suggestions. "That works, but I just feel like there's something missing here, though."

"We don't know whether this unsub is a sadist or not." Spencer told them.

"The gunshot to the back of the head throws everything off, though." Rossi spoke. "We're presuming that he's using the gun to end things-"

"But it could play a role in the psychological torture." Hotch finished.

"I'm going to cut you and if you even flinch, bang."

Jamie looked at Spencer while he spoke, using emphasis on bang. She narrowed her eyes, sending him a confused look. She held her hands up in front of her, signaling for him to hold on for a minute. "Wait, okay, so let's go with this for a second." Jamie stood up, ready to empty her thought to her team. Grabbing her file, she leafed through the papers. "There were five cuts on Wagner, nine on Hannah, and twelve on Abigail."

"He's escalating the torture, which we all know sadist do." Prentiss mentioned.

"And the cuts got deeper with each victim." Hotch noted.

"Rights, so the first cuts were to experiment and the later ones were about inflicting as much pain as possible." Jamie concluded.

"Could this be vigilantism?" JJ asked, looking around the plane at her teammates. "Punishing the women and their Johns, cleaning up the streets?"

"Sure, but why would he take so long to do it?" Rossi questioned.

"Three victims in eleven months? That's quite a substantial cooling-off period." Morgan said.

"Morgan, you and Reid go talk to anyone working the streets last night and see if they saw something useful. Rossi, Prentiss, go to the coroner's office, see what you can learn there. JJ, Carter and I will go to the station with the Sheriff to start interviewing the friends and family." Hotch instructed.


Arriving to the station, Hotch, JJ, and Jamie were greeted by the Sheriff. "Sheriff Coleman, thank you for coming." he greeted, shaking each member's hand.

"Glad to help. This is SSA Carter and SAA Jareau." Hotch introduced. The agents then followed the Sheriff into a conference, being handed files of the case. "How do you know Matt Cruz, Sheriff?"

"Cruz and I worked a few cases together when he was working from the Dallas field office.

"FBI Agents, cool." an eager female officer said, approaching the small group. "So, which serial killer that you caught was the scariest?"

Jamie exchanged a look with JJ, silently saying what the hell.

"Vicky, please…" Coleman began, slightly embarrassed.

"It's okay. You know, I think cases that involve kids are the toughest." JJ explained kindly.

"Oh. Yeah, of course. I can see that."

"Um, Sheriff Coleman, where would you like us to set up?" Jamie spoke up, hoping to leave the vicinity of Vicky.

"Right. So, you can set up right here." He pointed to the tables and the busy boards behind him. "We've got the boards set up, but feel free to make another."

Jamie walked towards the two, full boards. Her eyes went from corner to corner, observing every clue or trace that the precinct had pieced together. "This is…a lot."

Sheriff Coleman gave a small laugh, tucking his fingers into his work-belt. "Yeah, the whole force wanted to work on it."

"We've had some bad people down here, but we've never seen anything close to this." Vicky jumped in.

"Of course, my officers will be following your lead on this one. Your whole teams is welcome to our best men, agents. So, how can we help?" Coleman asked.

"Have any of the victim's family members come in yet?" JJ questioned.

"Uh, Carrie Lawson. She's Abigail's sister. I told her to come in at noon, but she's been here since eight." All the agents and the two officers looked back at a sad looking woman, sitting on a bench. "She hasn't moved for hours."

Vicky leaned into Jamie, trying to whisper into her ear. "She hasn't even gone to the bathroom yet."

Jamie cringed just a little bit. If there was a line not to cross with this woman, Jamie didn't know where it was. Vicky seemed unprofessional and too eager to work on the case. It set off an alarm in Jamie. She kept her face stoic, though.

"Okay, I'll go talk to her." JJ said to Hotch and Jamie.

"Oh, can I sit in? I promise I won't say a word." Vicky hoped.

Jamie stepped up, already feeling annoyed with this woman. "It might be better, more comfortable for Carrie if Agent Jareau speaks to her alone." Her tone was stern and her body language was authoritative.

Vicky looked at Jamie, slightly narrowing her eyes. "Right, well let me show you to the interview room, Agent Jareau." Vicky led JJ way, taking her and Carrie to the interview room.

"She's enthusiastic." Hotch pointed out.

"A little too much…" Jamie muttered.

"Yes, but she means well." Coleman assured. "I've been the Sheriff here for only a year, but this is the biggest case we've ever worked."

"Okay, let's get to work." Hotch said.

"Right away." Coleman nodded. "I just need to grab a few more files from my desk for you all."

"Absolutely."

Coleman smiled at Jamie and Hotch before turning away to retrieve his papers.

Jamie walked next to Hotch, her arms crossed over herself. "Please tell me I'm not the only one who got a weird vibe from what just happened."

"It'll be fine, Carter." Hotch assured her with a half-hearted grin. He turned his back, looking at the busy boards behind them.

"Whatever you say, boss…"


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