Two updates in one day. I am on a roll. Thanks for the reviews. One more chapter until you find out who the caller is. Depending on your reviews, I may even drag it out to two chapters. Haha.
Don't forget to let me know what you guys want to know for the following chapters. 1) POV's from each of the team members after the caller finally makes an appearance OR 2) POV chapters from JJ, the caller and the aftermath of the appearance.
This chapter doesn't actually have a phone call but more a notification.
JJ had only been back at work for a week, more settled and determined to do her job than ever, still ignoring Morgan's attempts to talk to her about Emily. She had been working through the overwhelming piles of folders and reports that covered almost every inch of her desk, on top of her filing cabinets, and in the corners of the room. She was basically buried under her work and sometimes it felt as if the piles grew instead of shrinking.
There was a knock on the half open door, interrupting the routine she had been trying to master for two hours and only just achieved. Sighing, JJ looked up to see a young man no older that Reid with a clean haircut and wearing a gray suit, a visitors badge hanging from his breast pocket. She could see the government official within him, especially when he flipped open his badge. "Yes?"
"Agent Jareau?"
JJ nodded and felt like the whole world was watching her. She didn't want to leave the BAU yet again. "That's what it says on the door." The young man entered, standing opposite JJ on the other side of the desk, holding out a hand. JJ shook his hand and then continued playing with her pen.
"Agent Logan, Pentagon. By order of my superior, I've been tasked to deliver this to you." He held out a small yellow envelope. Its surface was blank, with no name, address, nothing to give it away as to who the information was intended for. She took the envelope cautiously; it had been three months since she had worked at the Pentagon and there was only one real reason, one person that the Pentagon would contact her over.
As soon as she took it, Agent Logan muttered for her to have a good day and left. She opened it and openly gasped at the information printed on the page, her hand covered her mouth. This changed everything. JJ realised that she had been staring at the four printed words for nearly fifteen minutes when Garcia knocked on her door, pulling her out of her trance. "Jayje, you okay?"
The blonde looked up, her expression unchanged and Garcia examined her best friend. There was a few moments before JJ abruptly stood and pushed her way through the doorway, Garcia calling after her all the way to the bullpen. The note was folded in her hands along with the envelope. The rest of the team looked up as she charged past an agent up the stairs to Hotch's office. Without even knocking JJ walked in and slammed the door behind her. A second later the blinds snapped shut, effectively blocking out the teams view of his office.
"Agent Jareau, what are you doing?" Hotch stood from his chair, the pen dropping from his hand onto the open file on his desk.
"Someone from the Pentagon just dropped this off to me in my office." She handed the note over to her superior. In an instant, his eyes changed anger to shock and his head lifted to match her gaze. The note fell to Hotch's desk, open for the world to see.
Ian Doyle is dead.
Chapter title is from the song Coming Home by Dirty Money