Chapter 3: Identities

JJ's POV

Aaron spoke first. "Dave?"

"I, I, I don't know. It could be anyone. I've been here for a long time."

"But could he be connected to this case?" Hotch pushed.

"I mean, maybe. But if he wanted us, if he wanted me, why would he have gone to the park first? And he wouldn't have intentionally kill himself."

"Could he have been sent by the killers?" I asked.

"Yeah," Hotch said, "it's a thought."

"And a message," Rossi finished.

I goes without saying that the message from Will was unsettling. We found out that the man was named Marc Darell. He was dishonorably discharged from the Air Force in 2009. He moved back into his mother's house, but after she died in March 2010, he fell off the grid. There was nothing on him until this moment. He was never associated with the BAU, let alone the FBI. We asked Dave, but he still didn't recognize him. We figured that he was hired by the other killers, and they probably had something against Dave. We thought we had hit rock bottom on this case with no leads until Garcia called us back.

"Guys! I found your car! I wasn't able to enhance the film that much, but this is for sure the car."

"Garcia," Hotch said impatiently.

"Uh, right sir, sorry. It's a 2005 Ford Expedition, license plate A5BOO2. I'll put a BOlO out on it."

"Hey Pretty Boy I guess you were right with the 2002 guess," Morgan teased.

"It wasn't a guess," Reid replied confused and very innocently.

"Yeah, so I wasn't able to get anything with January second from the car. Do you have anything else you could give me?"

"Did you hear about the guy that came into the precinct looking for us?" I asked.

"Yes! But I didn't know that!"

"We're fine, Penelope. His name was Marc Darell."

"Ok… Marc Darell… Born on September 21, 1980. He was dishonorably discharged in 2009 from the Air Force, his mom died from cancer on March 14, 2010. There's literally no paper trail after his mother died, no credit card papers, no doctor visits, he never renewed his license either."

"Anything about January second?" Hotch pushed.

"No, sorry buttercups." Morgan hung up.

"So we have nothing?" Reid said.

"Certainly seems that way, but how can we have nothing from 9 murder scenes?"

"Could you call Will, JJ."

I pressed Will's number on my phone. I put it on speaker and tossed it onto the table.

"Hey Will. Have you gotten anything from the park?"

"Not really. You didn't get a lead from the car or the guy who came into your offices?"

"No," I replied sternly.

"Um, there wasn't that much to go off of from this last round and the incident."

"I assume you and your officers already checked out Darell's house?" Hotch mentioned.

"Yeah, there wasn't anything on his computer or around his apartment to get a solid lead off of."

"You can't possibly be saying that we have to wait for these guys to strike again for us to get a lead?" Derek spoke in a loud, stern tone.

"I gotta go, JJ," Will said.

"Alright. Bye, love you," I returned.

"JJ call Garcia. She has to have something," Hotch said.

I dialed her and put the phone on speaker. We waited anxiously for her to pick up.

"Hello my crime fighters!"

"Garcia, do you have anything for us?" Hotch asked.

"I, um, no, sir, I would've called."

"I assume you tried to find the 2 people who were in the video from the park, correct?" Hotch pushed.

"Yes, I did," Penelope replied. "I put a BOLO out but I haven't gotten a hit yet."

Hotch started to speak but he was interrupted by a ding on the other end of the line.

"Garcia?" he asked.

"Yes, sir, that was a hit on your car. It was found in front of a coffee shop. It was parked illegally, so the officers there ticketed it, and then saw the BOLO."

"Did you call Will?" I asked.

"He ticketed the car and then watched the store for anyone who looked suspicious."

"What was the name of the shop?" Rossi asked hesitantly.

"Um," Garcia looked for a name. "AJ Coffee Shop."

Dave sighed. "That's the place I go everyday on my way to the office."

A silence fell over all of us. If they were looking for Rossi now, I thought, they would've been too late, he's already in the office by now. Thankfully, my thoughts were interrupted by another ding.

"Oh!" Garcia yelled, "that's the guys from the video, with the Ford Expedition. They're Jane and Harrison Hanfore. They married in, ready, 2002 on January second. The Ford Expedition is registered under both of their names, and it was bought from the dealership in March of '05. Jane was born in Augusta, Maine on September 12, 1980. Both of her parents died from cancer in 2001, her mom in June and her father in August. Harrison was born in Los Angeles on April 29, 1977. Both of his parents died in a car crash in D.C. on September 12, 2009."

"Alright, so September 12 is the day to remember," Morgan said only somewhat sarcastically."

"Well," Garcia replied, "they both went to West Point Military Academy. Harrison started in the fall of 1995 and Jane in 1998. It looks like they had a few classes together, but then started to hang around each other more. Apparently Harrison had turned to the wrong crowd and was having a negative influence on Jane. They both dropped out the second week in 1999. It seemed very unexpected for Jane, but not as much because of Harrison."

"Garcia," Rossi started, "what was Jane's maiden name?"

"Um, Garris."

"Do you know something?" Hotch questioned.

"Yeah, I lectured, I can't remember where, but she asked so many questions directly to me."

"Was it with Gideon?" I asked.

"Yeah," he replied, "and it was definitely Jane Garris. I remember her name. She asked - oh my gosh…"

"What?" Morgan retorted.

"She kept asking about evidence from crimes, and different types of machines and ways to analyse the data. She also wondered how we recognize people from videos and pictures."

"Do you think she was planning this all along?" Aaron asked.

"She certainly didn't seem like it at the time," Rossi continued, "Gideon and I just thought that she was interested in criminal justice more than she was the military. I should've figured this out sooner." He sighed.

"Dave," I spoke, "there was no way you would've seen it then, and it was a long time ago. We know now and we're going to stop them," I finished calmly.

"Thanks, JJ."

"So what was their motive, the stressor?" Emily asked?

"Probably the death of their parents," Morgan stated.

"Morgan, I want you and Reid to go to the coffee shop and see if Harrison and Jane are there. I also want you to meet up with Will and see if you can share more information or something. We'll stay here and try to get more background," Hotch ordered.

Morgan's POV

I jumped behind the wheel of our black SUV. Reid was only a few steps behind me, but then he shut the door and was sitting next to me. I turned the keys and stepped hard on the gas. The sirens were blaring and the lights were flashing, I was going to get us to that shop before Jane and Harrison had a chance to sip their coffee. Thankfully, and much out of the ordinary, the highway was not too backed up, so I could weave in between and around cars with ease. We were meeting Will and his officers and a few other agents at AJ's.

When we got there the dark Ford Expedition was still parked in the front of the shop. I parked the car two spaces behind the treasured car. Reid got out and went into the shop. He went to order a drink, but more importantly he was our eyes. The other men were on the side of the building and had already checked the car. He came back with a cup in his hand and unscathed.

"They weren't in there," he said calmly, but forcefully. "Maybe they already ditched the car."

"Which means they're going to kill soo-"

I was interrupted by the sound of a gunshot, and the sound was deafening.