Preponderance

A Criminal Minds Story

Detective Jay Turner was furious. His partner was dead along with his young child and they just arrested the wife for it. Now they expected him to interrogate her, to try and get her to confess to killing her family. First of all, he had only met Jennifer a couple of times, but he knew that she loved her boys. But when he saw the picture of Will and Henry lying dead on the floor it didn't matter because if she did murder them, then he was going to make sure that she received the highest penalty possible.

Jay slammed the interrogation door shut behind him before he turned to look at the woman he thought he knew. He gasped.

She was still covered with blood.

The red was streaked through her hair. It was splattered on her face. Her no longer white t-shirt was saturated in it. She was scratching at her hands that were cuffed to the table, trying to rid them of the red as the dry blood specks fell slowly onto the cold surface. She was shaking, rocking back in forth in her chair.

Jennifer didn't seem to register his presence, and she didn't look up when the chair legs screeched across the floor as he sat down. She didn't move when he slammed the file down on the table. She just kept trying to remove the blood from her hands.

"Jennifer, my name is Jay Turner. We met a few times. I am – was Will's partner," He started, "you have been informed of your rights, correct?" She didn't reply.

"Jennifer can you tell me what happened tonight," More blood specks fell to the table. Jay opened up the folder on the table and put two pictures in front of her. They were of her dead family.

He was beginning to lose his temper.

"You killed your husband and son!" Jay stated raising his voice. JJ made no movement to look at the photos, "You shot them down in your own home. Why? Was little Henry crying too much! Was the TV too loud! Did he forget to put his toys away?"

JJ continued to scratch at her hands.

"Henry just turned six, right? I remember because Will told me that since he was six years old that Henry thought he could ride a two-wheeler bike because he was all grown up. Will was going to teach him this weekend. I guess that won't be happening now… Because of you."

JJ stopped scratching.

"Were you and Will fighting? Did you draw your gun and point it at him? Did you shoot your husband and then turn on your own son because you couldn't face what you did?"

Fresh tears streamed down JJ's cheeks, mixing with the blood that seemed to cover her entire body.

"Why didn't you just kill yourself too? Because look at them," He slid the pictures closer to her, but she kept her eyes down, "Look at it!"

JJ raised her eyes towards the photos of her dead son and husband.

"You did that."

Her bottom lip curled into her top one as one trembling hand reached for the photo of Henry. But the handcuffs stopped her from touching it. She squeezed her eyes shut and turned away.

"That's enough!" A loud bellow erupted as the door to the room opened. Aaron Hotchner stepped in. Emily following behind him, "My name is Aaron Hotchner I am with the FBI. I am Agent Jareau's supervisor and also her lawyer."

"She didn't ask for a lawyer."

"I did, on her behalf. And after this is over I am filing for negligence, because look at her!" Hotch yelled, pointing towards JJ who had resumed her duty of removing the blood off of her hands, "She is definitely not in the right state of mind to be questioned. She is covered in her only son's blood for goodness sake. You should have taken her to the hospital."

"I've got a dead partner and his child on the way to the morgue right now. Sorry, if we didn't take proper procedure with this cop killer," Jay spat, "she doesn't deserve to be treated fairly."

"Get out," Hotch glared, Turner was about to protest, but decided against it.

"You have five minutes," Jay looked at JJ once more, "You think you know somebody." And the door smashed shut behind him.

Emily quickly knelt next to JJ. She was afraid to touch the petrified woman in front of her. And for a moment Emily wasn't even sure if that was JJ because it sure didn't look like her. The woman in front of was so scared. She was deathly white and her eyes looked so broken.

Hotch quickly put the photos back into the file as he sat down across from his blond agent.

"Emily, see if you can get a rag or a wipe to get some of that blood off," Emily nodded and left the room. Aaron hotchner heart broke as he looked at his agent in front of him. She didn't deserve this. She loved that boy. She loved Will. They meant everything to her.

She had just told him that the other day.

They were her boys.

Hotch took a deep breath before he turned to look at his friend, she was still plucking at the blood on her hands.

"JJ, it's me Hotch, we know you didn't kill Henry, but to help us prove that we need you to talk."

JJ didn't look up.

"Did Will threaten you or Henry?" Hotch spoke softly, "I'm so sorry JJ, but I know you know that they wouldn't want you to go to jail for something you didn't do. You have to tell me what happened,"

"My baby boy is dead Hotch," JJ said in a broken whisper, "He's dead."

"I know." JJ still didn't look up.

"And Will too."

"I know."

"I was supposed to protect him. I was too late, Hotch," JJ's raised her eyes to him, "I was too late."

"What happened, JJ?" Hotch implored.

"He knew him."JJ eyes pleaded with Hotch before she returned to scratching the blood off of her hands.

"Who knew him?"But she didn't get the chance to reply.

The door opened and Detective Sheridan walked in,

He was angry.

"Agent Hotchner, I need to speak with you…outside," he warned as stomped outside while rubbing his right arm. Hotch shut the door behind him, leaving JJ alone.

As specks of blood fell to the table, she whispered,

"I'm so sorry."

I don't know. I am pretty certain that if I was covered in my dead son's blood I would want it off very quickly. That would be horrible to feel and see it drying on your skin knowing that it once was the very substance that kept him alive.

Anyway, what do you think?

And thank you all so much for the reviews. They really can only make a story better and they honestly mean so much to me. So please let me know if you have any suggestions or criticisms.

Thanks,

-HCB