So I've been thinking (hence why this update took like a month) like I said before, I wrote this fanfic like three months ago, but since I've been posting it on here, I've realized I really do not like it as much as I thought I did. So I'm probably gonna be changing A LOT

JJ POV

"I'll get Morgan," I said as I walked toward his office.

I knocked twice and he appeared in the doorway. But he didn't look like Derek Morgan. He just looked...different. "Uh, we have a case," I said, "Hotch wants us in the round-table room in twenty minutes."

"Okay," he replied. There was just something about the way he said it, but I couldn't put my finger on it.

It was a bad idea, and I knew it, but I stepped in and shut the door behind me. I had no clue what my next move was, but I bad to do something. "Derek, we need to talk..." I said.

"About what?" he asked in a forced tone. "Look, I know this is hard on you, but-" I began.

"Oh, come on, JJ! You too?" He demanded. "Let me guess we need to 'move on?' Accept it? JJ, how the hell are we supposed to do that?"

"We don't, Derek, that's not what I'm saying and you know it! What I'm saying is this didn't about you! You're not the only one who misses her! You're not the only one that goes home at night just hoping that..." My voice trailed off and tears soaked my only orbs. "Do you wanna know what Henry asked me last night? He asked when he would get to see his Aunt Emmy again, and I didn't even know what to tell him..."

I felt like such a monster for snapping on him like that. It was more than obvious that his relationship with Emily was...different than the ones the rest of us had with her.

"JJ, I'm so sor-" He began, his voice softer than usual.

"Don't be sorry, Derek," I sighed. "I know I have no right to say anything."

"JJ, you're right. I just...I can't believe she's gone," he said, looking down. "She doesn't deserve this."

"Hey, uh Hotch needs you guys for the briefing," said Seaver, popping her head in.

"Of course," I said, offering them both a small smile.

When we got to the conference room, I sat in-between Morgan and Reid. Garcia was standing up in front and Rossi, Seaver, and Hotch sat in that order.

"Okay crime fighters, it looks like you're heading to a small town of Delmar, which is in both Delaware and Maryland. The first victim was Martha Summons, a high school teacher," Garcia said, revealing a picture of a brunette with dark brown eyes. I couldn't help but think she looked a little like Emily to be honest..."She was found in a ditch in the outskirts of the town. Next is forty year-old Alison Cross. She was a lawyer who lived in Delmar, but worked nearby in Georgetown, Delaware. She was reported missing three days ago and found this morning dead in the woods behind the local high school."

"What was the cause of death?" I asked.

"And that would be on everyone's tablet because I don't wanna look at it again," Garcia answered.

"The murder weapon was a screw driver?" Morgan asked.

"According to the ME, the unsub shoved it into the back of each of the victim's skulls. Right where the spinal cord connects the brain," explained Hotch.

"Each victim was also raped repeatedly and had cuts going from there wrists to there elbow," added Reid.

"So he's a sadist," concluded Rossi.

"Or the cuts could be religious," I suggested.

"It could be but there's nothing else in the MO to suggest that," said Derek.

"Either way, Alison Cross went missing twenty-four hours after Martha Summons was found, meaning we have less than that to build a profile," said Hotch. "Wheels up in thirty."

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