A/N- Another one! Please enjoy! And another big thanks to everyone who has reviewed, followed or favourited! xx
~MBL
11 HOURS SINCE MISSING
The shrill ringing of Blake's phone brought JJ out of her restless sleep. Turning away from the noise, she grabbed her pillow and slammed it over her head.
"Please, Blake! Make it stop!" she pleaded.
"Never thought you weren't a morning person, Jareau." Blake chuckled, earning her the finger from the blond's bed.
"We've shared a room for over a year, when have you ever seen me get up before eight in the morning unless we're called in?" JJ mumbled.
Ignoring her question, Blake leaned over to the bedside table to answer the phone, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. "Blake," she greeted.
"Now?" she questioned. "Hotch, you do realize it's five o'clock in the morning?"
Groaning, JJ lifted the pillow to look at the time, groaning again once she realized she had only gotten three hours of sleep.
"Tell him someone better be dead or dying!" she called out to Blake.
"Did you hear that? Yes, that was JJ. She's not too happy."
"Understatement," JJ mumbled, pulling the duvet over her head.
"Alright then, we'll be there in half an hour." Blake finished, switching off her phone, throwing it back onto the bedside table. Swinging her legs off the bed, she let out a loud sigh.
"We need to be back at the station, don't we?" JJ asked, exhaustion slurring her words.
Blake just nodded, heading towards the bathroom. "You taking a shower?" she called.
"No, I'll have one tonight, I had one barely three hours ago." JJ replied, begrudgingly getting out of bed and dressing into her usual blouse and dress pants attire.
JJ was just holstering her gun and putting on her blazer when Blake came back into the room, a towel wrapped around her body and a towel wrapped around her hair.
"Shower's free," Blake announced.
JJ quickly pocketed her badge and hurried into the shower, brushing her teeth and applying a small amount of makeup. She quickly wet her hair and ran a brush through it, allowing her hair to fall in natural curls.
Fifteen minutes later, she emerged from the bathroom, looking like she had a much better night's sleep than she did, and looking ready for another tiring day on the job.
Blake was already dressed with her go-bag in hand, waiting for JJ to emerge from the bathroom.
JJ quickly picked up her own go-bag and headed towards the door. Opening the door, she turned to Blake. "I will love you forever if you grab me a double espresso coffee while I bring the SUV around."
"I'll get you a choc-chip muffin too, and a green apple." Blake replied casually.
"You're the best, Blake!" JJ exclaimed, hugging the brunette.
"Oh, I know," Blake shrugged. "Now go and get the car. We need to go. Garcia found something interesting."
"Anything on Price?" JJ asked, as both of the women met up with the men in the hallway and they all made their way to the stairs.
"She wouldn't say anything," Hotch interjected, "she just mentioned that it was big, and she needed her 'Avengers' at the police station right away."
The team looked at each other questioningly. Penelope was usually always one to tell you straight away if she had acquired any new information; the fact that she was waiting until they were all at the station meant that it was something very important, that the local police station also needed to see.
"Anyone want anything from the café for breakfast before we leave? The one at this hotel is closed, but there is a twenty-four hour café just across the road." Blake offered. She collected orders from Hotch and Reid before departing with Morgan and Rossi to assist her.
JJ, Reid and Hotch made their way to the underground garage, where the two SUVs were parked side by side.
"So, JJ, how did you sleep?" Reid asked, striking up conversation. Hotch, moving towards the second van, listened intently on their conversation.
"Of the three hours of sleep, I was tossing and turning for two of them. Not the best night." JJ shrugged, stifling a yawn.
"JJ, if you need to take today off-"
"No Hotch," JJ interrupted, "I'm fine, it's nothing a good double espresso wouldn't fix." She winked at Reid before hopping in the driver's seat, with Reid getting in the passenger seat.
They drove out of the garage, heading to the café where Blake, Morgan and Rossi were already outside waiting.
"It's about time you got here!" Blake exclaimed. "We've been waiting for- How long was it, Morgan?" she asked, turning to the bald team member.
"I don't know," He smirked. "Five whole minutes?"
"We are extremely disappointed in all three of you," Rossi contributed. "How can we expect you to have our backs if you can't even get here five minutes earlier?"
"If you're going to complain, we can always just leave you here." Hotch suggested.
Without another word, the three agents standing outside gave their coffees and breakfasts to their respective owners and headed into the SUVs, Morgan and Rossi with Hotch, and Blake with JJ and Reid.
With Reid greedily sipping his latte with four sugars and Blake eating her banana, JJ decided to press on about the cryptic phone call Garcia had left.
"So why so you think we're being called to the station at five a.m.?"
It took a moment for any of them to answer because they had food and coffee in their mouths. Reid was the first to speak up.
"I'm no genius-"
"Oh, you are!" Blake interrupted.
"But," continued Reid, paying no attention to the interruption, "whatever it was could not have been good. She called Morgan and Hotch, and both said she sounded really panicky."
"More so than normal?" JJ questioned, raising an eyebrow at the rearview mirror so that the male in the car could see.
"Morgan said that she sounded like she was crying and at the same time she had four espressos." Reid shrugged.
"So that's a 'yes'?" Blake questioned, turning to JJ.
"That's a big yes." JJ confirmed, a smile playing on her lips. "Garcia only drinks macchiato lattes, never espressos."
"No need for your jokes, Jareau," Blake scolded. "It's too early for me to comprehend anything."
"Actually," Read began, leaving JJ to internally groan, "your brain functions its best just after you have woken up and had a good breakfast, because the-"
"Sorry I said anything," Blake mumbled, leaving JJ to laugh.
"So something is definitely wrong?" JJ asked Reid.
"Something is definitely wrong." Reid confirmed.
"Do you reckon it has anything to do with Green?" Blake asked.
"I'm willing to bet my coffee on it," JJ gambled, gesturing to her coffee to show her seriousness.
"I'll be willing to take that bet," Reid challenged. "My latte had nowhere near enough caffeine to get me through this day. I bet my choc-chip cookie for your double espresso with cream that it has nothing to do with Green. She probably just lost a game in World of Warcraft, or Tetris."
"You're on." JJ replied.
"Why would she call us at five in the morning if she lost a game?" Blake questioned, furrowing her brow.
"Wouldn't be the first time," JJ laughed. "She once called us all in to the Bureau at midnight because she couldn't find her glasses. They ended up being on top of her head."
"She is a strange one," Blake mused.
"Most definitely." Reid agreed.
Arriving at the precinct, the BAU team found Chief Jacobs and two of his deputies, Hille and Taylors, already in the room they had set up for the BAU, with Garcia video chatting them.
"Hey, Baby Girl," Morgan greeted.
"Hey yourself!" Garcia uncharacteristically yelled. "I just got information on Holly!"
Grumbling to himself, Reid handed over his chocolate-chip cookie to an expectant JJ, who smirked and took a victory sip of her coffee.
"Do you want the good news, or the bad news first?" Garcia asked.
"God knows we need the good news; give it to us first, Garcia." Hotch answered.
"Okay, so our very own White Tiger-"
"White who?" Rossi asked.
"White Tiger is a character of the Marvel Comics. I'm assuming Garcia is referring to the newest White Tiger, or more commonly known by her real name Ava Ayala, who is the younger sister of the first White Tiger, Hector Ayala, although there have been three others who have assumed that identity at some point. She is the newest member of the Avengers according to the comic book storyline. She and Power Man, a.k.a. Victor Alvarez, were part of the Avengers Academy and former members of the group Heroes for Hire, and became part of the Avengers in Mighty Avengers Volume two, Issue three, and-"
"Reid," Morgan interrupted, "life or death situation here."
"Sorry," Reid mumbled.
"Continue, Garcia." Hotch said.
"Right, well, our White Tiger is, in fact, alive!" Garcia exclaimed, worry still in her voice.
The team looked around at each other in shock. JJ had to lean on the table for support though, to her delight, no one had noticed.
"How can you be so sure?" Blake asked.
"Well, my dear Firebird, that's where the bad news comes in. And when I say bad, I mean 'if Marvel Comics had decided to stop making comics while I'm alive' bad."
"What do you mean?" JJ asked shakily. She was sure some of the team had picked up on her unease, but she was grateful when they didn't mention anything.
"Well, before I show you this, I just want to say that the email address that sent me this was a total decoy, so I couldn't trace it, and when I tried to track its servers and IP addresses, I found out they're bouncing around different countries every half minute or so, and I can't get an accurate location, and for that, I'm really sorry."
The team heard the familiar tapping of her fingers on the keyboard, and the next thing they know, a video feed had showed up on the projector in the room, documenting the horror that Holly was going through.
"Holy shit," Morgan exclaimed.
"Dio mio," Rossi whispered.
"Oh my goodness," JJ muttered, shock completely overtaking her body. What was once joy that was making it slightly hard for her to stand had now become fear and anger.
For in the center of the video, was Holly, tied to a bed. She was obviously drugged, with what, JJ didn't know, but she was shaking very violently, and, although there was no audio to the feed, it was clear that she was mumbling unintelligibly and incoherently.
Then all of a sudden Holly looked to the camera, and JJ let out a squeal of fright.
Holly's eyes had become a dark green, almost a black, and there was a wild, crazed look to them, as if she was held captive for years.
A/N- There ya'll go! Hope you enjoy!
Also, should I continue this, or work a bit on Secret Santa? You are the readers, so you decide! Let me know which one you'd rather have me do, and to be mischievous (mwa ha), I'm not going to put up another chapter until someone answers me.
*cue evil laugh*
~MBL ;)