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Riding the Lightening
I'm back from East Allegheny… The snow has been piling up like crazy since before Christmas, Uncle Charlie told me. He was ecstatic about it, as this is the last year he thinks he'll be able to snowmobile with his friends and my Uncle Robert.
The rally went off as planned. The sun was actually out for most of the races. Aunt Gina, my cousin's little girls, Melanie and Stacey, and I made hot coco and sloppy Joes all afternoon for the guys. It was like a tail gate party at a Red Skins game, without the beer. The guys introduced alcohol into the party after the riding was over.
I remember a few years ago that one of the participants was riding and drinking and he had a bad accident. He was in a coma for three weeks. He's better now, but it took him months in the hospital to recover.
Henry was here waiting for me when I got back. He looked so cute in a pair of jeans and purple sweater. It made his eyes really pop. He said that he was going to have to work thirty-six hours at the hospital but after that he would be free to do anything I wanted to do.
I just hope I'm back in time for us to get together. I just got a call and I have to go into work. I hope it's not a bad one this time.
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I'm back from Florida and I want to shower for a week… We didn't really have a case, or it didn't start out that way. It was more like a custodial interview. It was a killing team, Sarah Jean and Jacob. They'd been on death row for fifteen years and were going to the electric chair on the same night.
Then another body was found under the floor boards of Sarah Jean's mother's home. Now we had to find out if there were more victims that the two had killed.
Garcia came with us this time and she was quite freaked out to be in the prison. I can't blame her… Did I say that Jacob had a thing for girls with long blond hair? Well… it didn't matter, I dealt with the press and helped Garcia watch the recordings of the interviews. Gideon always reminds us that seventy-five percent of communication is non-verbal.
Hotch had the privilege of talking to Jacob. That man was a piece of work, and I know he pissed off Hotch by calling him Hotch instead of Agent or Agent Hotchner, like other people might. While watching Hotch talk to him, I could see that he wasn't getting anywhere with Jacob, so I decided to help.
You see… there were twelve women outside the prison protesting the execution. They had all changed their looks to resemble his victims. I know I say this all the time, but what is wrong with some people.
So I put a center part in my hair and went to talk to Hotch. He wasn't happy about my idea, but he does what he has to do and that meant letting me into the interview. Jacob reacted the way I thought he would. He was very happy to see me. He asked me who I was and I told him that my friends called me JJ.
He said, "Well hello JJ…" with a smirk that made me want to squirm, but I didn't run away.
I said, "I said my friends call me JJ, you can call me Jennifer."
He made some comment about my spirit and I just stood there, keeping eye contact. Hotch and Jacob decided to play a game of poker. If Hotch won then Jacob had to give up the location of where his son was buried. If Jacob won, he wanted to smell my hair. Hotch said no, but I said it was okay. The thought of him getting any closer to me was repugnant, but I told Hotch it was okay. It was the only way to help find their son.
Of course, Hotch managed to out bluff him. I couldn't help but wish that we were on the plane playing poker with the rest of the team. Spence would win as he always does. I wouldn't even care if he was counting cards, or whatever tricks from Vegas he always denies using on us.
We got a location, but it wasn't his son. It was another victim. I'm glad we were able to give another family closure.
The saddest part for all of us was that Sarah Jean was innocent. Gideon managed to determine that she didn't kill her son as she had confessed. Instead, she made sure he was found by a family she used to clean for. They adopted him and now he's a cello prodigy. He can play like an angel, and Sarah Jean let them execute her to save her son from being her husband's last victim. She didn't do anything wrong and she let them execute her anyway, for the love of her son.
Gideon witnessed her execution and I never want to see that look on his face again. He was devastated and I don't blame him.
I'm glad to be home. I'm going to call Henry… Maybe he had a better thirty six hours than we all did. Maybe we can go ice skating. I didn't get a chance to do that on my visit home. First, I'm going to spend a couple hours in the shower.