Preponderance

A Criminal Minds Story

Dr. Spencer Reid was slightly angry at his boss. He didn't understand why he had put him and Garcia together. Their first hour of working together resulted in tears and what ifs and now they weren't even talking to each other. So Reid was angry, but he also wasn't sure if he could have stayed at the scene or have gone to see JJ. According to Hotch, she was in pretty rough shape. He also suspected that the real Unsub was a member of law enforcement.

It made sense.

Why else would you let someone in at two in the morning unless they're family or they're a colleague?

So now he and Garcia were examining all traffic lights that you would eventually need to pass to get in or out of JJ's block. It was a long shot, but it was worth taking. It helped now that they were most likely looking for a city or government issued police car. The only problem is that traffic cameras aren't the best quality and the license plates are a bit fuzzy. But other than that…

"So why don't they just release JJ, now? We are fairly certain she didn't do this," Garcia questioned, really looking at Reid for the first time in the last two hours. Her eyes were red and puffy and her entire soul hurt, but she was very determined.

"We don't have enough evidence to prove that and even if we did they won't like that we believe one of them is the killer. Plus, Will was one of them and they honestly think JJ killed them and right now they have good amount of evidence against her and we have…,"

"Six brilliant minds, federal support, and…" Garcia paused as she quickly hit some keys rewinding the footage, "And the ever magical tech queen who just found a police issued car entering the vicinity of JJ's block at 1:30 this morning."

"Garcia that's great, can we identify who owns it?"

"Sadly no, it's much too blurry to make out all of it, only the markings that identify it as a police vehicle. It looks like a detective's car though, don't you think?" Garcia turned to look at Reid.

"It still doesn't prove anything. Is there any way to clean up the image?"

"I know that you're the boy genius, but do you know who you are talking to?" Garcia smirked, "It will take a couple of hours though."

"Start it now, I'm going to head to the Medical Examiner's office to see if she's determined the type of bullet yet."

"Will she tell you? Technically this isn't our case," Reid shrugged picking up his messenger bag, "Be careful."

"I will," Reid assured her as he opened the door.

"And Reid?" He stopped and waited expectantly, "We're going to be okay, right?"

"I hope so."

But to be honest he wasn't sure how any of them could be after this.

Back at the LaMontagne residence…

Deputy Daniel Allen had a secret, and he wasn't sure who he should tell. Should he tell Detective Sheridan, his almost boss? Or should he tell the two FBI agents who he was specifically told to not share anything? Really, he should just pick the first one, but something about those broken blue eyes of the woman they had dragged away just two hours earlier was haunting him. They didn't look like the eyes of the killer, but of a mother whose entire life was just completely crushed.

His mind kept flashing back to the very first moment he stepped in the house and he realized that he saw something. It was something that he didn't remember seeing until now, and he just had to tell someone about it. So he sat on the couch, watching as the two FBI agents spoke with each other in hushed tones. He couldn't hear them, but as he sat there the blue eyes flashed in front of him again. Daniel believed the woman they had arrested was innocent, and he knew that most of the department did not or they just didn't care. But the two agents in front of him did.

So pretty much he just answered his own question.

"Excuse me, agents?"

Derek Morgan turned around annoyed, "If you're going to tell us that we don't belong here I will literally throw you out the window. So just forget about it because we have all had a long day and it isn't getting any better, so excuse us."

Daniel was shocked and a bit afraid as he tapped him on the shoulder again, "I believe the woman is innocent, and I can tell you why."

Derek and Rossi turned around, curious.

"We're listening," Rossi stated, noting the boy's nervous behavior. The young man was continuously looking around him like he was afraid of someone.

"I am Deputy Daniel Allen; I was the first on scene. I'm not supposed to be talking to you," He gulped, "When I first walked in I thought I just saw the suspect…"

"Agent Jareau," Morgan added sternly. The young officer nodded,

"Agent Jareau was just on the ground holding her son tightly, the boy wasn't moving. He was wearing super hero pajamas. Captain America. And there was a lot of blood. The sus- Agent Jareau was covered in it. I thought she was screaming, but it was just the teapot in the kitchen. There was so much blood."

"So why do you think she's innocent?" Rossi questioned.

"Because when I first walked in she was standing with her gun in hand. She was aiming it at someone I guess. But then she dropped it and knelt down wailing as she picked up her boy."

Derek quickly glanced at Rossi, "Where?"

"Over there," Daniel stated, his finger pointing towards the dining room.

Derek Morgan quickly walked into that room, the large table sat undisturbed except for one chair on the edge that seemed to have been pushed over. They team had eaten several times at that table. JJ was always a great host, even if her food wasn't the best. Henry and Jack would run around it with potatoes in hand trying to throw them at each other in what they called their epic game of tag. Of course that blew up into an all out food fight that involved the entire team. They spent the next four hours cleaning it all up. Derek chuckled.

"Morgan, come look at this?" Rossi's voice emitted from his right, he was standing by a hole in the wall by the window, "What does this look like to you?"

Derek raised his eyebrows, "A bullet hole."

Rossi smiled triumphantly and pointed towards the floor, "And what does that look like to you?"

It was just a few small reddish drops of blood that almost went unnoticed on the floor. Derek looked at Rossi understandingly as he shook his head in amazement.

"She got him."

"Call Hotch," Rossi stated as he called out for an evidence bag and a Crime Scene Technician.

Their night took a turn for the better,

As the preponderance of the evidence shifted in their direction.

Is it enough to prove JJ is innocent?

For the team yes, but for the majority of the force that believes her to be guilty...Maybe not. What do you think?

Anyway thank you for all of the reviews. I know I say this every time, but they really do mean a lot. And thank you for just giving this story a chance. I can't even believe the positive attention it is getting. So please let me know if you have any suggestions or criticisms.

Thanks!

-HCB