Hey guys! Sorry I was late this week. I was with my family for thanksgiving, and I'm just now getting to it. I hope you all had a good Thanksgiving!
What is your favorite movie that involves an actor from Criminal Minds?
When I arrived at the hotel and asked them for their open rooms, they said that they only had three rooms. I called Hotch to ask him and he said to go ahead and gets the rooms. We would double up, and after the incident with Will, I wouldn't mind having a little extra protection. I started hauling the luggage up to our rooms, pairing Hotch and Rossi, Morgan and Reid, and Prentiss and I together. Even though we were all ready to travel on a moment's notice, but that didn't mean we packed lightly. We had nine bags, and they were all heavy. We could solve the case in a day, or it could take us two weeks, so we were ready for anything.
I had balanced almost all of the bags on top of one of the small luggage carts that they had wen I hit a dent in the floor and it toppled over. I groaned and started stacking it again. Someone knelt beside me and started helping. When we had it all rebalanced, he wordlessly started helping me up to our room.
"Thanks." I told him when he managed to catch the cart when we hit another lip in the floor.
"Don't mention it." He answered, then recognition crossed his face. "Hey, are you the FBI Agent that arrested that famous news caster lady?"
I was surprised that he was the first person to recognize me. "That's me."
He smiled. "The tackle you used to take her down was beautiful."
I laughed. "Thanks. So do you work here, or do you just stop and help people with their luggage for fun."
He smiled again. "I work here. I'm the manager. It's my job to help people just like it is yours."
When we got on the elevator, I got my first good look at him. He was in his twenties, with short dark brown hair and average colored green eyes. He wasn't very muscular or tall, and he almost reminded me of a picture Will had showed me from his junior year. He looked like the kind of kid that would have been made fun of in school for being a nerd.
We didn't talk anymore until we reached my room. "Well thanks again." I told him as I opened the door
"No Problem. Do you need anything else?"
I shook my head. "I don't think so." I would make Morgan get the rest of the bags when they got to the hotel.
"Well, I'm sure we'll see each other again. It was nice meeting you Agent Jareau."
He walked downstairs and I figured out which bags were whose, and took them to the appropriate rooms. When I had that done, I milled absently around my room trying to figure out what to do. I called Will and said goodnight to Henry, then told him about the scare with the Unsub.
"Well JJ, I can promise you that we're both okay. I just wish that I didn't have to call you from our landline. I'll keep you updated, and I'll keep my gun close just in case."
There were times when I was glad that Will was a police officer too. Anyone else would have just reassured me that there was nothing to worry about and would have told me that I was over reacting. Will knew what I went through first hand, and he would be ready for anything. After he had been shot and kidnapped, we had both vowed to be more careful and keep each other in the loop as much as possible. And it was nice to know that he could shoot with accuracy.
I hung up with him just as my phone chimed with a text from Morgan.
What room are we in?
129, 154 and 137, Then I remembered that there were still bags in the car and added, And there are two bags in the car that I wasn't able to get.
Prentiss came in a few minutes later, tailed by Reid and Rossi, all of them carrying bags of take out. Morgan and Hotch came in shortly and we all squeezed around the small table to eat. We watched the news, waiting for Jackie to go on the air and say the words that they had provided for her after I had left the station. It was the breaking story on the eight o'clock news.
She managed to look put together, which was amazing since I knew how scarred she was of giving the conference. She was in an interview with her partner.
"Well, Jackie, after that craziness with the FBI knocking on our door, what can you tell us about that note? Have the police cracked it yet?"
She shook her head. "Not that I know of. They weren't really forth coming with information."
He smiled at her sympathetically. "Can you tell us how you got the note?"
She nodded, and a bit of her nerves showed. "I got a call at around eight fifteen from a man saying that if I wanted a story that would make my career, that I need to get the note. He gave me directions on how to find it. I snuck under the police tape and I got it, then brought it to the station."
"So the police didn't give it to you?" Asked her partner, sounding skeptical.
"No Thomas I did not."
The rest of the interview was menial, but she had managed to say exactly what we wanted her to. With any luck, it wouldn't look o forced to our Unsubs and we could draw them out of hiding.
After that, the team dispersed, heading to their own rooms to get a good night's sleep. Reid hadn't been very happy that I hadn't paired the two of us together, and Morgan made a joke about what a cute couple the two of us would make. Prentiss and I talked about the case a bit before we decided that we were tired and ready for bed.
I drifted in and out of sleep, unable to get the case off of my head. When I finally did get to sleep, it wasn't for very long. I woke up when something hit me in the back. While it wasn't very hard it was enough to jar me out of the thin vail of sleep.
"Ugggh," I groaned, assuming that it was Prentiss. When I rolled over, I found myself staring into the barrel of a gun.