A/N: I know, I know, this is months late. It's just after it was confirmed A.J Cook was fired I couldn't go near anything to do with the show for ages. I know it's lame but I loved her character so much that it upset me to watch or write about the show. Once I got over that, well this was the back of my mind tbh. i did try writing this chapter before but it flopped and iIjust kept saying I'd do it later. Well I've finally done it. I'm sorry that, considering you've waited so long it's pretty..well crap but I'm hoping the next one will be better. I've started college now so updates could be slow but I promise I'm not giving up on this, it's too awesome a story to go untold (unlike my last fic :P). As usual reviews and criticism are appreciated

Chapter 3

'So you chose a random victim who just happened to be an FBI agent who wasn't home at the time?' asked the agent with the black hair, aggression creeping into his voice. Bill stared ahead, trying to keep his face blank. 'Answer me!' The agent slammed his fist on the table and he flinched despite himself. He mumbled something and wiped sweat form his forehead. 'What was that Jackson? I didn't quite hear you.' Jackson examined his hands trying to ignore the two agents in front of him. This wasn't meant to happen. He had been told that he wouldn't have to deal with the police let alone the FBI.

The tanned agent bent down, sticking his face close to his, forcing him to look up into his brown eyes. 'Listen, Bill,we've got enough evidence to put you away as it is. We don't you to speak. Of course if in the very unlikely event that you somehow aren't our guy then you may want to start talking.' Bill looked back to his hands. He wasn't going to get away with it this time, he knew that but if he told them the full story he might get a shorter sentence. On the other hand there was a chance he wouldn't live through that sentence if he found out.

Reid watched the interrogation from the outside. The guy was hiding something, that much was obvious and yet what it was he had no idea. Ever since Garcia had given them the name Bill Jackson something had seemed off. All the evidence pointed to him, stripping and burning the bed sheets, breaking in and waiting for J.J, attacking her from behind and his DNA was found under her fingernails. And yet, at the same time none of it made sense. He had been charged with the rape before but there had been some problem with paperwork and he had been allowed walk free. Bile rose in Reid's throat. Walk free because of something so stupid. Professional, stay professional. He had done everything almost exactly the same, picked the lock, broken in, lay in wait for his victim and then burnt the sheets and ran. There was on crucial difference though, the other woman hadn't been a stranger she had been an ex girlfriend, the attack had been about revenge. He was textbook anger rapist. Attacking a stranger made no sense. His patterns may have changed if he devolved but watching him now that seemed unlikely. There was something else that seemed off. He seemed to be surprised at getting caught. Sure no-one wanted to get caught but considering he had been tried for rape before surprise didn't make sense.

'Alright, alright!' Reid was torn from his thoughts by Jackson's exclamation. 'She wasn't just a random victim. But I didn't know her either. I was hired to do it.

'Hired?' Rossi was disbelieving and yet Jackson's body language and choice of words all said he was telling the truth. He glanced at Hotch, he looked just a confused.

'I know it sounds weird but it's the truth. He hired me and told me that if I did this he'd keep me from having to deal with the cops.'

'Who?'

'I dunno his real name. I was just told to call him Zombie.'