Chapter 12 –

11:23pm Wednesday 16th November 2011

Morgan puffed out his cheeks as he walked into the room that they were using at the police station, he and JJ had spent just over twelve hours pounding the streets and all he wanted to do now was sit down, but only after he retrieved a cup of coffee first.

"Where are the others?"

JJ sat down quickly, eager to rest her feet as she looked at Hotch who had been waiting for them.

"I sent them back to the hotel to get some sleep."

JJ nodded her head as she waited for Morgan to sit down.

"So how was the day?"

"Interesting but I think that we may have got something useful."

Morgan looked at JJ as he spoke and she nodded her head in agreement.

"Go on then."

JJ brought out her cell phone and tracked through until she found the photo she was looking for.

"We spoke to these two girls, Kaylee and Patty, but I doubt that they are their real names, they knew Sally Rogers well, they've been working the streets for just over a year so know what's going on."

"And?"

Hotch was getting impatient, it was late and having gotten little sleep the night before his temper was short.

"The word has been spread about the girls, about a 'dodgy john', neither girl took it that seriously as in their words 'most of the guys are dodgy' but then the four bodies were discovered and they started to be a bit more cautious and now after Sally's death they are willing to talk to us."

Hotch nodded before Morgan put his coffee down and took over.

"We took them for a burger and they told us about the guy they had heard about, apparently used he plunged a shotgun into a girl when he couldn't get it up, they're going to talk to the girl and see if she is willing to come in and give us a description."

Hotch nodded as he looked at JJ.

"Do you think that she'll come in?"

"I don't know but Kaylee and Patty are going to come in at 2pm tomorrow so as long as we can get a name from them we can track her down."

"Good work and you're right, it sounds promising, come on let's go back and get some rest."

3:08am Thursday 17th November 2011

Garcia's head was uncomfortably bowed on her desk, her glasses had been pushed to the top of her head as loud snoring emanated from her mouth. Work on the two cases, the murdered women in Dallas and trying to find Milly, had kept her at the office late into the night and sometime just over an hour ago exhaustion had caught up with her and she had fallen fast asleep. Suddenly Garcia's head shot up, the force causing the wheels on her chair to move backwards, before she managed to put her heels onto the floor and stop herself from careering into the wall.

"What the...?"

The words didn't come out clearly, more of a jumbled mess as Garcia fumbled around and finally her hands caught hold of her glasses, quickly bringing them down onto her face. Garcia wriggled her back into her heeled shoes and pushed herself back towards the desk to find out what had caused the loud beeping noise that had woken her from the deep slumber. Garcia reached up with her left hand and rubbed her neck which was sore from falling asleep on her desk while with her right she manoeuvred her mouse and brought the screen in front of her to life.

"Oh my!"

Garcia quickly moved her left hand to in front of her mouth, the facial recognition programme had come up with a possible match. Without hesitation Garcia focused in on the figure that was laying in the street, her gasps of horror only intensified as the image closed in. There was no way that she would be able to positively confirm that the girl in the street was Amelia Prentiss as the damage to her face was too bad. With her fingers trembling Garcia dialled for an ambulance to be dispatched to the location, buying herself a few seconds to think about the next call. Garcia kept her eyes focused on the screen, waiting anxiously until help finally arrived, tracking the ambulance before she watched them wheel the gurney into the hospital. Garcia realised that her left hand was still clasped tight over her mouth, she kept it there for a few seconds longer as her mind whirled as to what to do next, in the end Garcia took the easy way out, waiting patiently for the sleeping person to answer her call.

"Agent Jareau."

"JJ!"

JJ quickly sat up in her bed as she heard the emotion in Garcia's voice.

"Garcia it's the middle of the night, what's happened?"

"I think I've found her."

Garcia's words came out quickly and high pitched as JJ rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and flicked the bedside lamp on.

"Pardon? You mean Milly?"

"Yes, well I think so. The facial recognition programme came up with a possible match but, JJ the girl had blood all over her face!"

JJ took a breath as she listened to the tears in Garcia's voice.

"Was she alive?"

"I think so, I called EMS and they took her to Southwestern hospital but I still haven't confirmed her identity and didn't want to get Emily's hopes up, what should I do?"

The sound of tears carried on down the line as a frown crossed JJ's face.

"It's ok Garcia I'll take it from here, you've done a great job, try and get some rest."

"You'll let me know if it's her?"

"Of course."

Garcia took a breath before she cut the call off, knowing that she would be unable to rest until she knew whether or not the girl was Milly.

3:27am Thursday 17th November 2011

JJ banged loudly on Emily's door while she had her cell held to her ear, knowing that the combined noise would quickly wake the brunette, it she was indeed sleeping, thirty seconds later the door swung open.

"JJ?"

JJ didn't say a word as she gently pushed Emily back inside and closed the door before she made Emily sit on the bed.

"JJ what's going on? It's Milly, what's happened?"

JJ reached across and took a hold of Emily's hands, taking a moment to compose herself before she relayed the information from Garcia to Emily, watching carefully as the tears dripped down the brunette's face.

"Come on let's get you to the hospital."

JJ stood up and kept a hold of the shell-shocked Emily's hand, quietly and quickly walking out of the hotel room.

3:54am Thursday 17th November 2011

Emily stood silently next to JJ, unable to bring herself to talk as she was afraid of the emotion that would come out with the words. Luckily for Emily she had JJ with her and the blonde was in no mood to be messed about, using her FBI credentials to force their way in.

"Ok Emily she's in the room over there."

JJ put her hand on Emily's elbow and nodded towards a room.

"Can you come with me?"

Emily's voice was quiet and raspy as she talked but JJ just smiled and nodded her head. The two of them walking purposefully towards the room until they reached the door and Emily's hand lingered over the handle.

"Jen?"

"It's ok Em, I'm right here."

Emily nodded her head as she opened the door, instantly her right hand flew up to cover her mouth and the tears escaped from her eyes before Emily swiftly moved towards the bed, leaning over to examine the bruised face that lay on the bed.

"It's her, it's Milly."