6 months later:
"What the frig, Jennifer?" I yelled as water spilled all over me.
"Sorry, we have a case." She flipped the light switch on, which burned my eyes.
"How bad is it?"
"Texas."
"Why can't we ever go to North Dakota?"
"Because nothing bad ever happens there." I rolled my eyes, grabbed my suitcase and headed out the door.
"Houston, Texas; 3 taxi cab drivers have been killed. All shot with a .50 caliber Desert Eagle. The latest victim, Andrew Jacobs, was found last night. There appears to be no connection between any of them. Jacobs was Christian, the second victim, Louis Edwards was Christian, but an African American, and the first, Dylan Steelman, was Jewish and married."
"Blitz attack." I said.
"I believe you're right." Hotch agreed. "Wheels up in 20 min."
"How's Jennifer holding up?" Morgan asked me.
"How would you be?"
"Right."
"I keep telling to talk to someone, but she won't even talk to me. And, I'm her sister. I'm just worried about her. She won't go near a shopping center. Will does the shopping, cooking, and she just stares out into the abyss."
"Nice vocabulary."
"I try my hardest. Oh, look. Royal flush."