A/N: Sorry about that chapter mix up thing last go around. Fixed it! (obviously) And now we're back on track and ACTUALLY going to land the plane. Yay! I figured two chapters on the jet was enough, even with a little Reid on Reid battle of minds going with the whole Freud thing. Read and Review! (And please, do not get thrown off by my random author rants.)

Three

As Haley stepped out of the big black SUV and into the bright overcast day, she immediately pulled her sunglasses down to shield her eyes. She looked around and saw the rest of the team had done the same. Having only really ever experienced East Coast weather, she had never seen a cloudy day that required her shades. The sky wasn't gray, it was white.

She looked around and realized that they were on the edge of a small park area, and there was some commotion happening nearby in the woods, and in seconds she had made the connection. There's the scene.

She followed step with the rest of her team toward the confused stream of reporters and police officers holding them off and under the yellow tape that was a weak attempt at prohibiting anyone's entry.

"Detective Phillips," Hotch said, extending his hand. "Agent Hotchner from Quantico. These are Agents Morgan, Prentiss, Reid, and Ja—sorry – Reid. This is Dr. Reid, and Penelope Morgan, our tech analyst."

"A whole lot of Reid's in there, huh? A… family thing?" Phillips asked in an attempt at a joke, eyeing Haley up and down.

"Try a paperwork nightmare," Penelope whispered up at Haley, who dwarfed the shorter woman.

"So what was the condition of the body when it was first discovered?" Prentiss jumped in, scanning the scene.

"Julian Wargrave, yeah, this sort of hit the town hard. He was pretty close to the Police Force," Phillips said toward Emily, but never took his eyes away from Haley. She focused her attention on Penelope as though she was having a very in depth conversation with her. Looking at Prentiss, Phillips finished. "Shot through his head wearing his robes and stuff. The guy even found one of those powdered wigs to stick on him. I didn't think they used those anymore."

"They don't," Spencer spoke up. "Not in the United States anyway. The unsub must have made a special attempt to purchase the wig as a symbol."

"A symbol of what?" Phillips creased his brow.

"Authority," Morgan offered up. "Power, or probably just to let the person who found the body to know that this man was a judge."

"It also can mean that his victims aren't random," Haley said. "The fact that he already had the wig means that he knew his next target would be a judge. And there's only one in the city, am I correct?"

Phillips nodded.

"If he targeted Wargrave, then he must have targeted the others as well. He's a meticulous planner, with a greater motive than sexual craving," she finished.

"Seems like you guys have already got this thing figured out," Phillips had to stop his jaw from going slack. All this from a wig?

"We're still forming a profile, what we say now is inconclusive until we figure out more about the unsub. Is there anything else here that we need to see? When was the victim last seen alive?" Hotch asked authoritatively.

"We haven't done too many interviews yet…" Phillips let his voice trail off, nervous under Hotch's gaze.

"JJ and, er, Haley should conduct the interviews with witnesses, some are sure to crop up. Reid, I need you to develop a geographical profile with the pick-up and dump sites. Prentiss and Rossi, investigate the pick-up and dump sites; figure out what's going on with the metal stakes. Morgan, you're with me in furthering the examination of this site."

Morgan nodded, and started walking further toward the site with Hotch. "I'll show the rest of you guys to the station," Phillips said, climbing into his standard-issue Impala.

--

The small police station wasn't much, but had its own conference room in which the BAU set up. Reid was already working on his geographical profile, stuff Haley hadn't sat down and tried to work out yet. She couldn't think about now, she had to think about the witnesses coming in for questioning.

"It's pretty funny watching Hotch try to figure out what to call you," JJ mused, taking out case files to go into another room where they would start the questioning. Not an interrogation, just to lay some groundwork. For this, Haley was thankful. Working with JJ was a good way to get her feet wet.

Haley smiled. "It's pretty awkward having three Reid's on the same team," she agreed. "I'd have a hard time too, if I were him. I'll have to think of something more professional than Haley."

"H. Reid?" JJ suggested jokingly.

"Yeah, or Agent Haley," she joined in as they organized the folders and left the conference room to go to the smaller one, actually built for interrogations. The second Haley walked in, she felt threatened. "JJ?"

"Yeah, Hales?"

"I'm not really getting the 'Just Questioning' feel from this room. It would make people nervous."

"I agree," JJ looked around for something not grey and standard-issue. There wasn't even a window in the room.

Haley looked out in the bull pen before she shut the door, searching for something to make it more homey, her eyes settling on a fichus tree, it's trunk braided up to a point, and, as it grew older, expanding into a tree about five feet tall. "Be right back," she said and put her bag down to hold the door open as she trotted off.

JJ sat, a bit confused, looking at the door until she came back in with the massive mini-tree. Suddenly, she was on board. "Oh yeah, that'll calm you down!" she grinned.

"I always feel comforted in the presence of a fichus tree," Haley joked. "We could have this and leave the door open so different sounds come in a little. But we're secluded enough in this hallway so that no one stares at us during questioning."

"Well, that does sort of take the edge off this room," she submitted. "One would think you'd done this for twenty years."

Haley let the wise-beyond-your-years comment slide. She'd heard that enough to last three lifetimes. "My thoughts exactly," she referred to JJ's first remark. "We could also warm it up a little."

"No, no, please. It's steaming in here already," JJ raised her eyebrows.

"You sure? I haven't even taken my jacket off yet. What's wrong?"

I'm pregnant, JJ thought at her younger counterpart, who'd never been through the hormonal changes she was experiencing. One of those changes was causing her to sweat like a pig in that moment. "Nothing, I'm not sick. Maybe later we'll warm it up."

"Okay," Haley said. JJ could practically see the brain behind the eyes trying to work things out. She'd seen the same look on her husband nearly every day. It was silent in the room for a few moments until Haley got a buzzing sound from her phone on the table, a text from Phillips reading that he was sending in a witness for questioning in ten minutes. Haley broke the silence: "What do you do with Isabelle when you and Spence are gone?"

"My mother lives nearby, and she comes and takes care of her," JJ said warmly. "Why?"

"Just thinking about kids," Haley said.

"Why?" JJ asked cautiously, ready to change the subject in case her friend was on the verge of pregnancy discovery.

"And nursery rhymes."

"Oh," JJ said, her eyebrows furrowing.

"Do you ever tell Isabelle the one about the ten little soldiers?" Haley ventured, not looking at JJ, but at her phone, which was still out on the table.

"My mother told me that one once or twice, but I don't remember all the words myself," JJ said. "So, unless my mother's told her, Isabelle's never heard that one. Why?"

"My adoptive mother told me that one," Haley murmured.

"Is that really what's on your mind? Mother Goose?" JJ picked.

"I think-"

"Agents Reid?" asked another officer as he opened the door a little wider into the interrogation room. "We have the first witnesses here. Do you want to see them?"

"How many?" JJ asked.

"Two, a couple, they saw Wargrave at the restaurant last night at the bar."

"Bring them in together," Haley nodded, giving JJ a weak smile which quickly faded as she saw the couple.

The girl, tall, fake blonde, fake tanned, and wearing a yellow sweater with a pink plaid skirt trotted in on her four-inch heels, followed by her boyfriend: blonde, buzz-cut, letterman's jacket, the whole nine yards. Haley closed her eyes and took a deep breath, she'd known these people her whole life, but it wasn't time to let them get in the way of finding this killer.

JJ had already introduced them, and Haley realized that she was shaking hands. "And you are?"

"I'm Alicia Brooks, and this is Josh Higgens," the blonde smacked her gum.

"Nice to meet you, Alicia."

"Ali-CEE-ah, not Al-EE-sha," Alicia wasn't hesitant to correct.

"Right," Haley smiled and sighed inwardly. "So, could you describe the last time you saw Justice Wargrave?"

"Oh, sure," Josh started. "We were at Four Leaves."

"It's an expensive restaurant in town," Alicia said, playing with a small chunk of hair.

JJ leaned in, knowing full well that Haley was disgusted. "Did you see anything unusual last night? Anyone you didn't know, like a stranger?"

"Sure, there were a couple of people we didn't know. I mean, Aberdeen's been getting some tourists in a lot lately, but it's not season so they're drifting off right now. Summer's when we're almost backed out of the city," Josh offered. "There were, like, two people we didn't know. Right, baby?"

"Uh-huh," she murmured, still playing with her hair.

"Well, if nothing was particularly unusual, then what did you want to come and tell us?" Haley asked, keeping her voice level.

"Because we saw the Judge there, at that restaurant," Alicia piped up. "He was at a table for two talking to another guy."

"Can you describe the other guy?"

"Um… tall?"

"How tall would you say?"

"About six feet, four inches?"

"Okay, anything else?"

"He had grey hair… like, silver-y grey," Josh piped up. "And his nose was real big and crooked. It was weird looking."

"Like a hockey player?" JJ asked, knitting her eyebrows.

"Sure, only he was old. Like he played hockey a long time ago. He was wearing a suit."

"Did this man leave the restaurant with Justice Wargrave?" Haley asked.

"No, he hung out there and paid their ticket. I think Judge Wargrave skipped out early on him."

"He was really loud about it, kind of upset," Alicia wrinkled her nose as if emotion were a sickness that only the lesser contracted. "Like, he bumped a lot of chairs."

"Did anyone follow him out?" Haley asked.

"Ugh, I didn't notice. What, you think I was watching him the whole time?" Alicia scowled.

"I don't think so," Josh said, raising his eyebrows as if to apologize for Alicia's actions.

"Are we done, babe?" she smacked her gum.

"Thank you for your time," JJ wrapped up and stood up, shaking their hands.

Josh led Alicia out, his hand slipping ever lower on her back as she strutted out.

"Ugh!" Haley put her head on the table. JJ started to stand up to stick her head out the door. "At least we got something."

"The hooked-nose man?"

"From the way he was described, it sounds to me like he'd be Wargrave's peer."

"An attorney?" JJ asked.

"That wouldn't be his peer, that would be his footstool. No, I think the guy they were talking about is another Justice."

"Wargrave was the only one in Aberdeen."

"From a different city, maybe," she mused, picking up her phone and pressing numbers quickly on her speed dial.

"Why hello, there Miss Haley! What can I do for ya?" Penelope said perkily. She had been unpacking earlier and Haley was unsure as to exactly where she was now.

"Hey, Pen, where are you right now?"

"Within keyboard distance, Ginger Snap, what do you need?"

"How many cities surround Aberdeen?"

"Three," came the almost immediate response.

"Completely?"

"Trust me, sweets, Aberdeen is like a small town oasis in a larger town desert."

"How many legal Judges are there in the surrounding towns?"

"Let me see… fifteen."

"You got pictures?"

"Oodles."

"Would you please send them to my phone?" Haley asked.

"Oh, baby, they're already there," she said; Haley could hear the smile in her voice. "Now do you have a real challenge for me?"

"Maybe later, Pen," Haley smiled as Penelope disappeared from her audio. Half a second later, her phone buzzed as the fifteen pictures came in. When clicked, each of them had a history of the Judge. "And thank you," Haley lifted her eyebrows. "JJ, can we still catch those two?"

"They're checking out right now," she said, already walking out to them. "Excuse me!" Haley heard JJ call. "We need you to look at some pictures."

--

"Thanks, Haley," Emily Prentiss said as she hung up the phone.

"And?" Rossi asked, dodging a pile of horse dung in the middle of the grazing pasture they were walking through, the dump site of the first victim who had been poisoned with cyanide, Andrew Moore.

"Wargrave was seen earlier at a restaurant called Four Leaves, maybe an hour or two before he died. He was talking to another Justice from a different city, Allen. Apparently, Allen was talking to Wargrave about how he was going to take over the court in Aberdeen," she sighed.

"He can do that?" Rossi pondered.

"He can if Wargrave had been fired," she looked up at him. "Wargrave had abused his judiciary powers and had been fired earlier that day, too soon for it to get public."

"And killed later that night, it was never publicized. The people think Allen is being appointed to take over Wargrave's position, not lobbying for it."

"And apparently, someone thought that firing Wargrave wasn't a good enough punishment."

"You suggesting vindication?"

"Well, the unsub made a show of Wargrave after he was killed; he wanted to make sure that everyone knew who he was. He was embarrassing the victim, feeling it was right. The unsub wants everyone to see and appreciate his work. He's a narcissist."

"So in order to derive pleasure from his display, he'd have to be there when the body was discovered to see the reaction in the crowd," Rossi commented.

"He's been at all five sightings," Emily connected. "And he'll continue to pick people out of the crowd."

"But who?"

--

"Jayj, are you feeling okay?" Spencer asked, leaning against the wall as his wife flipped through channels on the hotel's television, getting ready for sleep. She couldn't sleep without it.

"Why?"

"You're pale," he said.

"Must be the overcast weather," she shrugged.

"You're lying," he pressed. "You always move something when you lie, JJ. It could be your hand, or your eyes, or your shoulders."

She took a deep breath, feeling night sickness. Funny, she'd had morning sickness with Isabelle, but with this new baby, it was a different ball park. Even funnier was that she was trying to hide it from Spencer, who would be happy for her if she let him know at gunpoint. The funniest part was that he knew she was hiding something.

"What's going on?" he asked, sitting on the bed and gently taking the remote from her, as she had set her focus on the rhythmically shifting channels controlled by her thumb rather than listen to him. "Tell me what's wrong. Are you sick? Do you need to go home?"

"I'm home wherever you are," she rolled her eyes at him as he set the channel to Lifetime, her (and possibly every woman's) secret favorite. She only flipped it to that when Spencer was asleep. "How did you know?"

"I don't go to sleep until you're asleep, and I know you don't settle down until you think I'm asleep. I hear you change it from the news; I know you aren't that serious," he brought her closer to him, and leaned into her ear. "Tell me what's going on," he whispered.

"Spence!" she giggled and squirmed away from him. "I thought you were going to say something sexy!"

"And what would make you think that?" he asked, a smile escaping him.

"You were trying to trick me into telling you!"

"So you are hiding something," he said smugly until he saw her face, after which, he turned red. "I'm sorry, JJ, I-I didn't mean to embarrass you or anything. I… I just want to know what's going on and when you're pale, you're either sick or upset and-"

"I'm afraid that if I tell you, you'll get upset, or freak yourself out and not work well."

"I can handle things," Spencer said. "What's going on with you? Tell me."

She snuggled up to him, placing his hand on her still small belly. "Spence, I'm pregnant," she smiled up at him as she watched his expression switch from shock to a brilliant smile.

"And he's mine," he said, almost child-like himself with the statement. She laughed, knowing he meant no slight to Isabelle.

"He's going to be so smart," JJ said.

"Just a little smart, not… not like me," he said. "I want him to be more like you."

JJ cradled his chin, and pulled his lips toward hers.

--

Haley walked to Hotch's door and knocked, feeling slightly awkward. Was this an awkward situation? Coming to your boss' hotel room alone late at night? It certainly sounded sketchy.

Hotch answered the door, still in his suit and tie. "Haley," he said, a little surprised. "Is there anything wrong?"

"I… can… can I come in?" she asked. Hotch side stepped and she walked in under his arm. She heard the door close behind her.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, it's strange though. It's like I've heard of this case before. I tried to explain it to JJ, but then the witnesses came in and it was like a whirlwind after that."

"The job does get hectic."

"The point is," Haley got the conversation back on track. "The point is that I've been in a state of déjà vu since we landed here. I recognize this… subconsciously… I think. I'm overlooking something."

"No one said we had to solve it on the first day here," Hotch said reasonably. "And no one put the pressure on Agent Haley Reid to solve the case on her own. That's what this team is about, we're all a different piece, and no one can solve a whole case by themselves. Take your time thinking about what's nagging at you, and share it with the team. That's the sign of a true agent, Agent Reid," he added awkwardly.

Haley nodded. "Yes, sir. Till Friday, right?" she said. "And, Hotch?"

"Yes?"

"Agent Garrett will work. It's sort of homage to my parents."

"She thought she saw the smallest dance of a smile on Hotch's lips. "Thank you Agent Garrett," he said, nodding her out of his room.