Preponderance

A Criminal Minds Story

"Mommy," Little Henry LaMontagne whispered as he repeatedly pushed against his mother's shoulder, "Mommy wake up!"

Jennifer Jareau groaned as she turned over to look at her small child. His blue eyes shined in the dark room.

"What is it Buddy?" JJ smiled as she leaned against one elbow.

"Mommy, I can't sleep," Henry stated. JJ looked over at the clock on her nightstand it was 1:07. She had to be at work in less than 6 hours.

"Okay, why don't you sleep with Mommy and Daddy tonight," JJ offered patting the middle of the bed.

"But I hungry too," Henry countered.

"You're hungry," JJ laughed, "But you just ate."

"Hours ago," Henry added. JJ shook her head and glanced at the clock again.

"How about we go back to your room and I'll stay with you until you fall asleep and it will be breakfast before you know it."Henry paused for a moment contemplating his options, but then his stomach grumbled. Hearing the tiny growl, JJ sighed.

"He's just as stubborn as you are," Will smiled through closed eyes. JJ looked back at her baby boy she normally tried to avoid eating late night snack, but she guessed it would be okay. This once.

"Alright Little Man, you win," Henry cheered as he took off towards the kitchen. Will opened one eye and watched as his wife rolled out of bed. Satisfied that she didn't need his help he closed his eyes again.

"You too Daddy," JJ demanded politely, rolling her eyes at her fake sleeping husband as he snored loudly.

"But I'm not hungry," Will whined, earning a pillow in the face.

"Hurry up Mommy," her son called from the kitchen.

JJ opened her eyes quickly, her heart was beating rapidly and her vision was blurry. She winced as her sore wrists brushed against metal and for a moment she didn't know where she was, and she panicked. There was a familiar voice whispering gently beside her and as her vision cleared she noticed that it was Emily.

"Emily…Where," JJ started but when she saw Detective Turner leaning against the table in front of her with his chin in his hands everything came back, hitting her like a speed train. Her heart lurched, the image of her dead husband and son flashed in front of her.

"That must have been some nightmare, "Turner smiled, "Was it about the time when you killed your husband and son? Did you see Little Henry's face when you shot his daddy in front of him. I bet he was shocked and scared and then his own mother turned the gun on him. Then bang, Little Henry is no more."

"Shut up," Emily warned.

Jay shrugged as he leaned back and smiled. A low buzzing sound erupted from his pocket. It was a text from his captain. Sighing he stood up to leave.

"Don't go telling secrets without me now," Turner said shaking his finger at the two women. Chuckling he shut the door behind him. He had some files to retrieve.

Captain Johns Office...

Doug Sheridan was not having a good morning. In fact it wasn't at all how he had pictured it would go. Guess it just proves the statement 'If you want something done right, you have to do it yourself.' While twiddling his finger, Doug looked out the window to see one FBI Agent on the phone. They were still there and it wouldn't be long before they figured it out or the wife starts talking. He had thought they caught a break with her going into shock and all, but now that plan was falling apart. Something had to be done soon and Doug not being a man to get his hands dirty when others can for him he pulled out his phone and sent a text to Turner.

Then he sent another to Sheridan.

After all, he always believed that statement, if you want something done right, you have to do it yourself. But if you can get others to do it for you then why should you do anything. Laughing happily at his brilliant self he sat back in his chair and relaxed.

Because everything would be alright,

Or so he thought.

Back at the BAU

Garcia had been going through all the previous case files from the Quantico Policed Department in the last few months per Hotch's request and so far she had found nothing unusual. Finally she decided to cross reference everything that involved Will, Sheridan, and Turner and one file caught her eye. It was unfinished and still under review pending an investigation. They suspected obstruction and evidence tampering due to an inside source. Penelope gasped as she read the next line.

Will was the one who had reported the case.

Just as the technical analyst was about to read the rest, the file was gone. Someone had deleted it. Garcia quickly dialed Hotch.

"What did you find Garcia?"

"Well Sir, I think I may know why Will was killed…,"Garcia stumbled, "I also know who might have done it. I'll send what I can to you now, but someone is deleting the files."

"Wait what? Never mind, call Morgan tell them to get to the station. I'll call Reid. Good work Garcia."

"Thank you Sir," Garcia replied as the line went dead.

Garcia sat back, her eyes caught sight of a small picture that was framed on her desk. Henry drew it for her. It was a picture of the sun and when she asked him why he drew that he simply replied,

"Because Mommy said you were sad and the sun makes people happy. That is why it is smiling. Do you like it, Aunt Pen?"

Garcia picked up the frame and held it close as she allowed herself to really cry for the first time that night.

So I know that chapter is kind of jumbled, but I hope it kind of makes sense. I also realize that it wasn't the best chapter ever. I bunched it up a bit, so that the story could keep going forward. So if you have any questions please let me know. Thank you for the reviews! Some of you are getting really close to what I believe happened as well.

Thanks!

-HCB