A/N- Disclaimer is in chapter one. Please let me know what you're thinking! Enjoy!
Seattle, Washington"What do we have?" Reid asked as he and J.J. passed the yellow tape each putting on gloves.
"Same type of victim as before, hooker, blonde hair blue eyes, raped, cut, and dumped," Morgan said looking down at the camera in his hands.
"Did you find a bag or large purse?" J.J. asked walking towards the petite blonde in a sort of daze, remembering the last time she had been this close to a dead prostitute. She looked at the body briefly and shuddered, thankful at the moment that the girl's face was turned the other way and she didn't have to look into her sad eyes just yet.
"No," Hotch said in his normal cool tone, "Should we have?"
"You always carry a bag," J.J. said crouching down next to the body examining her hands, though it seemed that she was talking more to herself than anyone else, "Always keep your I.D. fake or real on you, extra clothes, make up, condoms, and whatever your rolling on."
"There should be a bag," Reid said softly to himself curious like the others were how J.J. knew all these things.
"Whoever killed these women lives in their world," J.J. said without a doubt in her mind, though she was still fixated on the girl's hand.
"How do you figure? He could have taken it as a trophy or to get high," Rossi stated watching her examine that hand over and over again.
"No," J.J. said finally looking up, "Most prostitutes are runaways, they don't want to be found, when one you care about dies you take their money, ID, drugs, anything that could identify them. It's a sign of respect, they didn't want to be found while they were alive and they really don't want to be found as a dead hooker."
"It makes sense," Reid said surprised again by just how in tune J.J. was with this case.
"Since when are you are resident vice expert?" Morgan asked jokingly.
J.J. stood up and walked around to the other side of the body, "I told you I know more than just how to set up a good press…" J.J. stopped unable to breathe as she looked into the girl's face.
"What were you a hooker in a previous life J.J.?" Morgan joked not noticing how quiet J.J. had suddenly become.
"Oh no," J.J. whispered trying to keep her self from picking up the body and hugging it.
"Anything down there?" Hotch asked coming behind a crouching J.J.
J.J. didn't say anything for a minute making Hotch worried.
"J.J.?" He asked looking past her and into the face of the dead girl who he couldn't help but think looked exactly like J.J.
"I was supposed to protect her," J.J. said just loud enough for Hotch to hear her.
"J.J. what are you talking about?" He asked noticing how she was gently brushing hair out of the girls face, "J.J. what are you doing?"
"I was supposed to keep her safe Hotch," J.J. looked up at him tears threatening to escape her eyes.
"Who?" He asked as the rest of the team circled the body watching J.J. closely.
"Jess," She said weakly her stomach turning and burning as she spoke.
"Who is Jess?" He asked extending a hand to help her up, which she refused.
"She is," J.J. said a little louder, shame and guilt clear in her voice.
"You know her?" Prentiss asked unsure of what was going on.
"Jessica Anne Merrick," J.J. looked back down at the broken girl searching for something, "He stole her necklace."
"What are you talking about? Who is Jessica Anne Merrick?" Morgan asked in an annoyed tone not noticing how fragile J.J. had suddenly become.
"She's my baby sister," She said softly the tears starting to run down her face.
In that moment she couldn't help but be weak and for the fist time in her life she didn't care that everyone else could see her weakness too.