I'm so sorry about how long it took me to update! It was caused by a mix of major writers block (ugh), Harry Potter coming out (yay!), and my family member visiting for a few days before he deploys over seas for a year (:/). I hope you enjoy this chapter, but like I already said I have been having some really bad writers block, so this isn't one of my best chapters. There is actually a lot of the case in here which in unusual for me. Expect some more angst in the next few chapters.
On another note, I admit that I have majorly screwed up my timing and if you have been paying attention Emily may be a little farther along then before... Sorry about my innacuracy again.
But I do hope you enjoy, and I hope you comment :)
I do not own Criminal Minds.
Emily and Garcia both sat in the technical analyses lair. Garcia was in her usual chair with wheels on the bottom to roll from one computer to the next. Emily was sitting in an almost identical one that the two had managed to steal from a room down the hall. Emily sat there picking at her nails. It was killing her that she was stuck here. She wanted to, needed to, be out there helping the team. Morgan had sent the pictures of the crime scenes to Garcia for her to check the crowds in the back to find reoccurring faces. She had a computer program running this, but Emily couldn't help stare at the pictures as they slid across the screen. They made her sick, and she was trying as hard as she could to keep her small breakfast down.
"I can't even imagine actually being there," Garcia said, referring to the crime scenes.
"It's hard," Emily agreed, but then added, "But it gives you the fuel to do whatever it takes to catch the person that did it."
Garcia glanced over at her friend; she already knew that she was a stone. A un- readable stone. All of the profilers she worked around were. It made her feel safe when she was around them, but it also scared her. She didn't know how someone could keep so much emotion inside. So many times Garcia wished the rest of the team would talk, to her, or to anyone. Finally Garcia pushed those thoughts out of her mind.
"Have you started decorating the baby's room yet?" She asked with a happy tone.
"No," Emily shook her head, "I've pretty busy, plus I'm not due for another seven weeks. Maybe I will when this case is over."
Then Garcia's phone rang and she immediately put it on speaker phone, "Hey baby girl, I need you to get a list of men who work in schools. It wouldn't be anything like teaching, but try cafeteria workers, janitorial staff, delivery men, or computer techs." Morgan told Garcia over the phone.
"You've got it my chocolate god; I'll call you when I get a list." Garcia answered back.
"Hey Morgan," Emily cut in before they hung up, "Do you have the profile? I could help Garcia narrow down the suspects from here."
Morgan hesitated before answering. Although Hotch had told her she would work the case from there, he had also not made it a secret to the rest of the team that he didn't want her to know too much about it. But Morgan couldn't do that. He couldn't hold out on his friend like that, especially when he knew how desperate she was to help.
"We know he's a white male. Like I said, he works around children, and all of the victims went to the same school district that bordered both states. He is socially awkward towards adults, but at first doesn't seem threatening to children. He pays too much attention to them, and it probably wouldn't be too hard for him to get them to follow him somewhere. He might have prior arrests." Morgan presented it as they had to the police officers, "Now you take care of yourself Princess."
When Morgan hung up Garcia was already compiling a list of names. Emily leaned back in the chair Garcia had given her. The team had already been gone for a few days. A new little girl had gone missing. Emily prayed to god that they would find the little girl.
"Emily, I've got a list," Garcia snapped her out of her thoughts.
Emily scrolled through the names with their criminal records, "Petty theft, drug possession, drug distribution, child pornography!" She read the list of charges against the various men, "Do these schools not run these people before they hire them! How do you hire a man, who views child pornography, at an elementary school?" Emily exclaimed feeling her heart beat faster with anger.
"If I ever have a child I am personally checking the record of every single adult that comes in contact with them," Garcia told Emily matter- o- factly, "And I will do the same for yours."
Emily continued to go through the list and found a dozen or so names that matched the profile best. Garcia called Morgan back and portrayed the information.
JJ sat in the conference room that had been provided to them by the Utah police. She gazed at the board they had set up, hoping she could find something they had missed. For some reason her gaze kept returning to the victim, Haley Bright. She had been five when she was taken, and had been found dead three weeks later. She had dark brown hair and deep brown eyes. JJ shuddered when she thought about what had happened to that little girl in those three weeks.
"Hey JJ, what's on your mind?" Rossi asked as he walked in the room.
"I don't know," She held her gaze; "I just wish there was something I could do."
"This case is a tough one, but we will find the unsub," Rossi said. He then followed her gaze to the board, which was when he realized she wasn't talking about the case, "You're worried about Emily." Rossi said. It wasn't hard to profile her.
JJ simply shrugged.
"That's okay, you know that right?" Rossi asked.
Once again JJ shrugged.
Rossi went and sat down next to her, "We are all worried about Emily. And I can tell that you have helped her the most."
"I just hate not being there, with all that has gone on."
"I know," Rossi responded, "But we have to be here to catch this guy."
Suddenly Morgan came into the room, "We've got some names." He held up a sheet of paper." He phoned the rest of the team and within a few minutes they were all sitting around the table. With their profile they were able to narrow the list down to nine, but that was still too many. They phone Emily and Garcia again,
"Hey baby girl, you're on speaker so be polite," Morgan greeted Garcia in his usual banter.
"Oh, so we should save our sex talk for later?" Garcia returned, "Or just sext me when you're done."
The rest of the team snickered, but Hotch got right down to business, "Emily, Garcia," He started, "We were able to narrow your list down to nine." He told them the names of the ones that they knew due to the geographic profile didn't fit, "Can you take out all men that are married. The Unsub may have children, but he would probably be divorced."
"Whatever you want," Emily responded coldly on the verge of mocking. The whole team heard it clear as day and Morgan glanced at JJ who shrugged in return.
On the other line they heard furious typing and then Garcia announced, "We still have five."
"Take out ones who live in apartments or condos, they would need privacy." Rossi told them.
The typing continued on the other side, and then stopped. Garcia sighed contently and then answered, "Myron Bert. Age 42, one daughter age 6, divorced, lives at 45924 Renter dr. He is a computer tech for the whole district."
"Thank you baby girl!" Morgan said.
"Oh anything for you, but now you owe me." Garcia smiled.
"I always owe you," Morgan laughed.
JJ could tell Morgan was about to hang up. She needed to talk to Emily,"Uh, Morgan can I?" She gestured to the phone.
Morgan nodded and then handed it to her; she quickly took it off speaker and walked to the corner of the room where no one else was, "Em?" She asked.
Emily heard JJ's voice and quickly picked the phone up on her end, "Hey Jayje," She smiled.
"How are you feeling?" JJ asked warmly.
"Tired," Emily groaned, "I think my child is plotting against me to make sure I never sleep again."
JJ laughed in return but it died off, "Are you sure your okay?"
"The only reason I wouldn't be okay, is because I'm not with you," Emily said wishing she could see the gorgeous blonde.
This made JJ smile. She just had one more question, "What was that with Hotch?"
Emily suddenly became steely again, "If you want to know, ask him." She shot at her.
JJ took in a breath; she didn't want to start this again, "Em, I just want to make sure you're doing well."
Emily's voice softened again as she answered, "Don't worry about me. But I need you to promise me you will be careful. I know you guys are going to go find this Bert guy, and I don't know what I would do if you got hurt."
JJ looked over and saw the rest of the team was getting ready to head out, "I've got to go get this bastard now, and I'll try to send Garcia a video link from SWAT."
"I always knew I could count on you to keep me in the loop. Bye Jayje."
"Bye Em," She hung up the phone and made her way to the team who was ready to leave.
Garcia sat in her chair with it leaning back as far as it would. She looked over at Emily for the second time today. But this time phrases ran through her head. When Emily had been talking she hadn't bothered to whisper or move.
The only reason I wouldn't be okay, is because I'm not with you.
I don't know what I would do if you got hurt.
Emily had said those things to JJ.
I hope you enjoyed. I'm sorry if you don't like the JJ/Em slash, and sorry there was no warning but I honestly had no idea that's where this story was headed until it got there. I hope you still continue to read and tell me what you think!