Accidental death read across the second page of the local newspaper and if Garth wasn't sure about the changlings before he was now. It was time to pay Jennifer Jareau a visit.

JJ took her seat on the plain wanting nothing more than to get home after a particularly long case. With her gaze focused out the window her mind was still going over the facts of the case wondering if there was more to it then what the team believed. The UNSUB was just a delusional young man, who believed it was his mission to kill the devils wives. It wasn't a particularly unique delusion, to believe that they were special and given a mission only they could complete to save the world.

He was killing innocent people and had to be stopped. JJ thought to her self as she watched the clouds.

But what if he wasn't just a crazy unsub, what if he was a hunter like Sam and Dean? Was there really a hell and devil? If there were such things as demons and monsters she couldn't see that being much of a leap?

"Penny for your thoughts?" Rossi's voice brought her back to reality.

"It's nothing." JJ said playing it off with a smile, unable to confide in her friend what she had thought.

"Are you sure, something is obviously bothering you?" Rossi asked. JJ wasn't sure if it was his catholic upbringing, or his service in the military, which made such a simple caring question seem to demand an answer. Whatever the reason, she had to bit her tongue to keep from blurting out her inner most thoughts.

"There's no point in trying to pull one over a profiler." JJ said lightly but it did little to ease him. "This case just got to me." She added honestly.

"We've seen worse." Rossi said as if in a way to comfort and get her to continue so he could understand what about this case had gotten to her.

JJ wanted to tell him something, to lie to him, to tell him anything besides her inability to confidently distinguish fiction from reaslity. She shouldn't have to question wither someone was a paranormal-hunter or a UNSUB. But she was unable to think of a lie that he would not see through, so instead she went with the truth again.

"Do you ever there is something else that makes people do these terrible things to each other?" JJ asked. The look on Rossi's face told her he did not comprehend her question. "We've come across so many people who believe they are doing gods work, or the devils, do you ever wonder if there is something more than what we see?"

"Do I think that James Heathridge really was killing the devils wives?" Rossi asked.

"No, he was clearly a delusional killer. But that doesn't mean that evil doesn't exist." JJ stopped talking quickly after that sentence. She was unable how to articulate herself without actually saying I know what's out there now, so where is the line? What is real and what only exist in fairy tales? What's the difference between someone with a delusion, like James, and someone who is actually fighting evil?

"The belief in a supernatural source of evil is not necessary. Men alone are quite capable of every wickedness." Rossi said profoundly.

"Joseph Conrad." JJ responded almost instantly recognizing the source of the quote.

Rossi nodded but he had one more comment to make. "Evil exist, you know that and I know that, but our job is stopping it not finding out where it comes from."

He was right of course, as FBI agents that was their job… still JJ couldn't help but wonder if she would be able to stop the source of evil as well.

...

Arriving back in Quantico everyone was eager to file their remaining paperwork, gather their belongings, and get home. JJ also had a long list of work to do once she goes out of the building. It seemed that more and more of the parents were beginning to act strange. They were becoming tired and paranoid, as Angela had begun acting last time she saw her. The children, to JJ fear, were beginning to resemble Miranda a perfect likeness of the child but they gave her an eerie feeling.

Her intention was to file her report as quickly as possible before going back home to her mountain of library book in hopes of stumbling across an answer about what was happening.

"JJ!" Garcia's called. The technical analysis' personality emitted excitement, and happiness with every breath.

"What is it Garcia?" JJ asked as she turned to face her friend slightly shocked to see the lager bundle of flowers in her hands.

"These arrived for you today." Garcia explained before handing her the bouquet of long stem colorful flowers. "There's a card, I wanted to open it but I didn't." She added as she rocked back and forth on her heals. Any news that did not involve another gruesome murder always made Garcia happy, and personal matters in the team such as juicy gossip were her favorite.

"Who sent you flowers?" Reid asked slightly puzzled.

"They better be from Will, or else someone got some 'splaining to do." Garcia teased.

Carefully JJ removed the small envelope and opened the small card… she thanked her years playing poker back in her hometown that she was able to keep a neutral face.

"Yeah they're from Will. That was sweet of him." She smiled before folding the card preventing anyone from reading it.

Snow clung to the bare branches as the icy wind blew across the open area of the park. The cold wood of the bench cut through her pants and jacket from the moment JJ sat down. Fidgeting in her seat JJ sat up straight, leaned backwards, crossed and uncrossed her legs many times as she waited.

It was the cold she told herself not her nerves.

Taking out the small card JJ read it over one more time.

Locust Shade Park 5:00 was written in blue ink followed by a clear image of a pentagram surrounded by a near perfect circle. It was a symbol hunters used regularly, or so JJ's research led her to believe.

She could only hope that the person who sent her the note was the hunter that was investigating her case.

As strange as it was for them to get a message to her by attaching it to a bouquet of flowers it did say something about the hunter. There were a dozen other ways to get in contact with her, she was sure the man she had called first would have had her number. Although this method allowed them to get a message to her within the FBI, pass every checkpoint, without causing suspicion in a way that would leave no trail.

She wondered if that had been the hunter's intention, to show her how easily they could get around security.

"Agent Jareau." Someone greeted from behind her.

Turning around JJ was faced with a young man in his late twenties- early thirties. "Are you-"

"The names Fitzgerald. Garth Fitzgerald the fourth." The man cut her off as he attempted to keep his tone cool.

Was this guy for real? JJ thought. He looked like a rake in a brown leather jacket. Having expected to be meeting someone with an appearance like Sam and Dean, this guy looked like a regular scrawny man.

"Bobby called and asked me to look into things here. You were right to call." Garth continued as he took the seat beside her.

Despite her mild shock with his appearance, the reassurance he gave her was enough for him to overlook his double o seven façade.

"You think something is happening?" JJ asked eagerly.

"Take a look for yourself." Garth said as he handed her a copy of yesterday's newspaper, she had not had a chance to look at it since returning from her case.

JJ's eyes only had to skim the heading before her heart leaped into her chest.

"Mr. Conlin is dead." She whispered letting her hands grip the newspaper tightly, almost ripping it in two.

"Yeah. Between that, the mothers and the children any hunter could see what you're dealing with. I'm surprised you picked up on it so quick though." Garth complemented.

"Well I'm not a hunter, care to fill me in." JJ stated ready to finally put a name on whatever was lurking in her neighborhood.

"Alright lets do a play by play. Few weeks ago the kids in town started acting strange, then the mothers start getting sick, feeling paranoid about their own children, and one of the fathers gets iced." Garth listed mater-o-factly. "Did you notice the mark on the mothers neck? You're dealing with a changeling." Garth explained as if he was a teacher taking to a confused student.

"Changeling?" JJ repeated back, testing the name on her lips.

"Creatures who take the place of children to feed on the mothers." Garth continued.

"So the kids are they dead." JJ asked clinically. It helped to think of this as just another case, one she could have been working with the rest of the team. She needed the facts, no sugar coating anything. Then she would figure out victimology, and patterns to find this creature rather than a unsub.

"Their alive. The mother changling has them." Garth clarified but from his tone JJ was not reassured that alive meant the same thing as safe.

"Don't you worry all I got to do is find out where the mother is hiding the children, gank her and free the kids. Easy peasy." Garth explained switching from professional to almost silly as he quickly rose from his seat.

"I want to help." JJ insisted.

"Listen, Bobby told me about how you tracked that demon a year back, and you did great work but you thought you were after two serial killers. Until this year you didn't know changlings or ghost or demon were real. It's never good when regular people get involved in this kind of thing, so just let me handle it." Garth explained and JJ knew he was only being honest with her. He wasn't the type of alpha male persona who was just trying to take charge of a job. He was the kind of guy who wanted to keep her out of harms way.

"I understand." JJ nodded. "What are you going to do?"

"First I'm going to grab a milkshake from the diner, and then I get to work." He answered and JJ let him walk away.

It wasn't her job. JJ thought as she tapped her pen on her desk as her eyes looked over the file in front of her. She read the case with professional detachment setting it aside to see if it would be the case the team took next.

Miranda cold stare popped into her mind again. Gath would take care of it she thought that was his job. He was a hunter and she was a FBI agent. It was her job to stop evil, the evil that humans inflict, not find out where that evil comes from, not to hunt real monsters.

Tap, tap, tap. Her pen continued its rhythm without any real concentration on her part. Biting her lip JJ allowed her eyes to drift from the new file to the laptop beside her.

Exhaling loudly JJ pushed the file aside and grabbed the laptop. The word changling was typed into her search engine before she could give it a second thought.

JJ couldn't just sit around and wait. She knew Garth was right, she wasn't a hunter which only meant one thing… she was going to have to become one.