Unexpected Circumstances part 15
Title: unexpected circumstances part 15/?
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pairing: Emily/JJ
Archiving - passion and perfection if anyone else would like it let me know layla
Summary - Emily and JJ find a case hitting too close to home for both of them, in more ways than one.
Rating - R
Disclaimers: I don't own Criminal Minds, except my own
Notes: so not so much time between posts this time...hope you enjoy...things are starting to get interesting.
Notes 2: i would like to send out a huge thanks to
isle_o_bubba for being the most amazing beta ever...she not only makes me a better writer but gives you a much better story to read, without her this story wouldn't be anything near what it has become.
Notes 3: i was waiting to do a big dedication when this beast was finished but it seems that the time has come to say this tale is for an amazing woman who inspires me and has inspired this story whether she knows it or not...i hope she does. love you baby.
part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7 part 8 part 9 part 10 part 11 part 12 part 13 part 14
They arrived at the station only a couple of minutes behind Reid and Morgan who were just sitting down at the conference table to examine their copies of the file with all the information Garcia had sent from Hotch. Two copies had been placed side by side at the two remaining chairs at the table. Emily sat first, picking up the file and flipping it open immediately. JJ took a second to remove her jacket and hang it over the back of her chair before joining the rest at the table.
“Gregory Michaels definitely shows confidence in the online environment. He makes no attempts at subterfuge or to shield his identity.” Hotch began speaking with no preamble knowing the team would join in the discussion readily.
“He never makes any mention of his sister in any of his commentary,” Reid observed as he quickly read through the pages that included excerpts from Michaels’ personal blogs and posts from various political and religious message boards.
“He probably didn’t want to acknowledge her existence,” Morgan stated contemptuously before switching focus as he thumbed through the file. “He works for a technology firm but it doesn’t say what he does.”
“It looks like they contract with hundreds of other companies,” Emily interjected as she reached the page with his current employment statistics. “It’ll probably take Garcia more time to find out exactly which contracts he’s working on.”
Rossi closed his file and got up from the table as they talked. He paced a couple of steps, turned to face the team and paused crossing his arms before starting to speak. “We know this guy attacks lesbians. He keeps them for at least two days before killing them. There are no signs of sexual assault but evidence of other kinds of abuse. He is extremely meticulous and leaves virtually no physical evidence on the bodies once he dumps them. There seems little doubt he is attempting to send a message by leaving the bodies in public places they can easily be found. We are most likely looking for a white male in his late twenties to early thirties with some sort of steady employment. Organization and planning are required for him to abduct, hide, and murder these women as efficiently as he does.”
“It is still unclear why he targeted these particular victims,” Hotch picked up Rossi’s train of thought, trying to profile the crime not necessarily this one suspect. “There seems to be no obvious -.” His words were cut short by the beeping of Emily’s cell phone.
Emily looked around the room noting that almost anyone who would be sending her a message was already there. Her mother wasn’t the type to text and Garcia would have called them if she’d found new information. With a look of mild confusion she reached for her hip and extracted her phone flipping it open to reveal the message.
God gave them over to shameful lusts…Men committed shameful acts with other men…
She stared at the words for a moment trying to make sense of why they had appeared on the screen of her phone. The longer she stared at them the less sense they made. She glanced at the phone number attached to the text but it was not one she recognized. Somewhere in her brain it clicked that the area code was 503, definitely local. As this bit of information filtered through her confusion so did JJ’s voice.
“Are you okay?” The concern in JJ’s tone was obvious. Without a thought she reached out and briefly rested her hand on Emily’s arm. She had never seen a look of shock on Emily’s face before. The other woman was skilled in covering her emotions on the job. Nothing seemed to faze her, but everything about her body language was broadcasting the fact that whatever had appeared on her phone was decidedly unnerving.
“I think I just got a text from our unsub.” Emily knew she sounded stunned. “Morgan, call Garcia, have her track-” Before she had finished her sentence her phone beeped again revealing another message from the same number.
and received in themselves the due penalty for their error. Romans 1:26-27
Even as Emily was speaking Morgan was hitting speed dial.
“Hey baby girl, we need you to trace the last text message sent to Emily’s cell phone,” Morgan didn’t waste time on preamble as he knew Garcia would be right on whatever he asked for.
“You got it,” even as the words left her lips Garcia’s fingers were flying across her keyboard frantically following signals and trails to try and track the location from which the message had originated. “This is nuts, the signal seems to be coming from all over the place, I can’t get a fix on it. I’ve got the number it came from but where that phone is located is anybody’s guess.” Frustration was evident in the tone of the tech analyst’s voice.
“I know you won’t fail me,” Morgan said with cool confidence. “As long as you have a name for me it’ll be more than we have now.”
“That’s weird,” a note of confusion was added to the already existing frustration in her voice. “The number belongs to Marissa Jones, the second victim.”
Morgan quickly communicated this bit of information to the rest of the team before saying goodbye and letting Garcia get back to tracking down any more information on the origins of the texts. He knew her inability to immediately track the phone’s location would only inspire her to search that much harder for anything else she could find. As the call ended the team seemed to burst into a flurry of mental activity.
“I obviously didn’t just get a text from a dead woman,” Emily could feel a bit of anger bleeding into her voice. It was one thing to suddenly become part of a case, it was quite another to have him using the identity of one of his victims as a shield.
“He probably keeps the phones,” Rossi stated. “Even a mission based killer like this one is bound to keep something to remind himself of the righteous path he is on.”
“That doesn’t explain how the phones and numbers are still active,” Reid offered.
“Nor does it bring us any closer to finding him,” Emily countered.
“Actually, it might,” Hotch pointed out, “we’ll have Garcia cross-reference Gregory Michaels against any cellular company contracts held by his company. In the meantime we need to do our part of the job and finish the profile.”
Emily tried to reorder her thoughts. Of all the things she was worried about that morning, receiving texts from a psychopath wasn’t high on her list. She agreed with Hotch, they had a job to do and she needed to and regardless of these events she had to get her head back in the game. She shut her phone with a firm click as though mentally blocking out the unsub’s attempted invasion of her reality. She set the phone on the table in front of her, unable to stop staring at it even as Reid reached across the table and took it. With a firm but brief shake of her head Emily tried to follow the continuing conversation. She knew she had missed at least a bit of it but didn’t let on she was playing catch up.
“He shortened the quote,” Reid observed. “The entire verse is ‘Because of this, God gave them over to shameful lusts. Even their women exchanged natural sexual relations for unnatural ones. In the same way the men also abandoned natural relations with women and were inflamed with lust for one another. Men committed shameful acts with other men, and received in themselves the due penalty for their error.’ It is commonly used by fundamentalists to condemn homosexuality. Though, many bible scholars question the validity of such literal translations.” After his explanation he returned the phone to the table in front of Emily.
“It was probably too much to send in one text and I’m sure figured we’d look the rest of it up.” Morgan brought the discussion back to the practical rather than indulge Reid’s tendency toward more esoteric discussions.
“The more important question,” Rossi interjected, “is why he sent the message to Emily.”
Emily schooled her features into a quiet mask of concentration, hiding the turmoil she felt roiling inside of her. It wasn’t so much that she was the current focus of the attention of a deadly unsub, for some reason that seemed almost expected. The BAU dealt with killers and psychopaths and eventually that meant danger brushed very closely to their lives. But there was something truly disturbing about the idea that this unsub had, quite possibly, picked up on something Emily had always considered extremely private.
“If Gregory Michaels is indeed the unsub,” Hotch began speaking before Emily could say anything, “it may just be the simple fact that she was the agent that has had contact with him. Or it could simply be the classic need to interject himself into the investigation in order to ensure his message is heard.”
“If that were the case wouldn’t he be sending some sort of manifesto?” Morgan sounded mildly frustrated at all the talk and little action.
“I’ll check with my media contacts and make sure none of them have received anything of interest.” JJ could feel a sense of urgency, a need to do something building within her. Though Emily was successfully holding it together to the casual observer JJ had long ago ceased being a casual observer when it came to the dark haired agent and she could see this was affecting her. JJ had been committed to solving this case from the moment it crossed her desk and that feeling was only made stronger by the look deep in Emily’s eyes.
Hotch nodded his agreement as JJ spoke indicating she should follow up on the thought immediately. She wasted no time getting started quickly grabbing her own PDA and looking up the appropriate numbers. As she did so she glanced in Emily’s direction capturing the other woman’s eyes. There were so many things she wanted to say, so many emotions filling her chest. Her only choice was to allow each of those swirling emotions to fill her eyes and hope she could broadcast something to soothe a bit of the turmoil that was hiding in that dark troubled gaze.
Emily returned JJ’s stare for a moment soaking in the warm intensity she saw in those blue depths hoping her silent thanks was heard by the other woman. Even with the chaos that seemed to be encroaching around her JJ’s presence filled her with a kind of peace she was certain she had never experienced before. With an almost imperceptible moment of hesitation she broke the shared link. She returned her gaze to the papers before her hoping some answer was hidden there waiting for the puzzle pieces to fall into place.
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pairing: Emily/JJ
Archiving - passion and perfection if anyone else would like it let me know layla
Summary - Emily and JJ find a case hitting too close to home for both of them, in more ways than one.
Rating - R
Disclaimers: I don't own Criminal Minds, except my own
Notes: so not so much time between posts this time...hope you enjoy...things are starting to get interesting.
Notes 2: i would like to send out a huge thanks to
isle_o_bubba for being the most amazing beta ever...she not only makes me a better writer but gives you a much better story to read, without her this story wouldn't be anything near what it has become.
Notes 3: i was waiting to do a big dedication when this beast was finished but it seems that the time has come to say this tale is for an amazing woman who inspires me and has inspired this story whether she knows it or not...i hope she does. love you baby.
part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7 part 8 part 9 part 10 part 11 part 12 part 13 part 14
They arrived at the station only a couple of minutes behind Reid and Morgan who were just sitting down at the conference table to examine their copies of the file with all the information Garcia had sent from Hotch. Two copies had been placed side by side at the two remaining chairs at the table. Emily sat first, picking up the file and flipping it open immediately. JJ took a second to remove her jacket and hang it over the back of her chair before joining the rest at the table.
“Gregory Michaels definitely shows confidence in the online environment. He makes no attempts at subterfuge or to shield his identity.” Hotch began speaking with no preamble knowing the team would join in the discussion readily.
“He never makes any mention of his sister in any of his commentary,” Reid observed as he quickly read through the pages that included excerpts from Michaels’ personal blogs and posts from various political and religious message boards.
“He probably didn’t want to acknowledge her existence,” Morgan stated contemptuously before switching focus as he thumbed through the file. “He works for a technology firm but it doesn’t say what he does.”
“It looks like they contract with hundreds of other companies,” Emily interjected as she reached the page with his current employment statistics. “It’ll probably take Garcia more time to find out exactly which contracts he’s working on.”
Rossi closed his file and got up from the table as they talked. He paced a couple of steps, turned to face the team and paused crossing his arms before starting to speak. “We know this guy attacks lesbians. He keeps them for at least two days before killing them. There are no signs of sexual assault but evidence of other kinds of abuse. He is extremely meticulous and leaves virtually no physical evidence on the bodies once he dumps them. There seems little doubt he is attempting to send a message by leaving the bodies in public places they can easily be found. We are most likely looking for a white male in his late twenties to early thirties with some sort of steady employment. Organization and planning are required for him to abduct, hide, and murder these women as efficiently as he does.”
“It is still unclear why he targeted these particular victims,” Hotch picked up Rossi’s train of thought, trying to profile the crime not necessarily this one suspect. “There seems to be no obvious -.” His words were cut short by the beeping of Emily’s cell phone.
Emily looked around the room noting that almost anyone who would be sending her a message was already there. Her mother wasn’t the type to text and Garcia would have called them if she’d found new information. With a look of mild confusion she reached for her hip and extracted her phone flipping it open to reveal the message.
God gave them over to shameful lusts…Men committed shameful acts with other men…
She stared at the words for a moment trying to make sense of why they had appeared on the screen of her phone. The longer she stared at them the less sense they made. She glanced at the phone number attached to the text but it was not one she recognized. Somewhere in her brain it clicked that the area code was 503, definitely local. As this bit of information filtered through her confusion so did JJ’s voice.
“Are you okay?” The concern in JJ’s tone was obvious. Without a thought she reached out and briefly rested her hand on Emily’s arm. She had never seen a look of shock on Emily’s face before. The other woman was skilled in covering her emotions on the job. Nothing seemed to faze her, but everything about her body language was broadcasting the fact that whatever had appeared on her phone was decidedly unnerving.
“I think I just got a text from our unsub.” Emily knew she sounded stunned. “Morgan, call Garcia, have her track-” Before she had finished her sentence her phone beeped again revealing another message from the same number.
and received in themselves the due penalty for their error. Romans 1:26-27
Even as Emily was speaking Morgan was hitting speed dial.
“Hey baby girl, we need you to trace the last text message sent to Emily’s cell phone,” Morgan didn’t waste time on preamble as he knew Garcia would be right on whatever he asked for.
“You got it,” even as the words left her lips Garcia’s fingers were flying across her keyboard frantically following signals and trails to try and track the location from which the message had originated. “This is nuts, the signal seems to be coming from all over the place, I can’t get a fix on it. I’ve got the number it came from but where that phone is located is anybody’s guess.” Frustration was evident in the tone of the tech analyst’s voice.
“I know you won’t fail me,” Morgan said with cool confidence. “As long as you have a name for me it’ll be more than we have now.”
“That’s weird,” a note of confusion was added to the already existing frustration in her voice. “The number belongs to Marissa Jones, the second victim.”
Morgan quickly communicated this bit of information to the rest of the team before saying goodbye and letting Garcia get back to tracking down any more information on the origins of the texts. He knew her inability to immediately track the phone’s location would only inspire her to search that much harder for anything else she could find. As the call ended the team seemed to burst into a flurry of mental activity.
“I obviously didn’t just get a text from a dead woman,” Emily could feel a bit of anger bleeding into her voice. It was one thing to suddenly become part of a case, it was quite another to have him using the identity of one of his victims as a shield.
“He probably keeps the phones,” Rossi stated. “Even a mission based killer like this one is bound to keep something to remind himself of the righteous path he is on.”
“That doesn’t explain how the phones and numbers are still active,” Reid offered.
“Nor does it bring us any closer to finding him,” Emily countered.
“Actually, it might,” Hotch pointed out, “we’ll have Garcia cross-reference Gregory Michaels against any cellular company contracts held by his company. In the meantime we need to do our part of the job and finish the profile.”
Emily tried to reorder her thoughts. Of all the things she was worried about that morning, receiving texts from a psychopath wasn’t high on her list. She agreed with Hotch, they had a job to do and she needed to and regardless of these events she had to get her head back in the game. She shut her phone with a firm click as though mentally blocking out the unsub’s attempted invasion of her reality. She set the phone on the table in front of her, unable to stop staring at it even as Reid reached across the table and took it. With a firm but brief shake of her head Emily tried to follow the continuing conversation. She knew she had missed at least a bit of it but didn’t let on she was playing catch up.
“He shortened the quote,” Reid observed. “The entire verse is ‘Because of this, God gave them over to shameful lusts. Even their women exchanged natural sexual relations for unnatural ones. In the same way the men also abandoned natural relations with women and were inflamed with lust for one another. Men committed shameful acts with other men, and received in themselves the due penalty for their error.’ It is commonly used by fundamentalists to condemn homosexuality. Though, many bible scholars question the validity of such literal translations.” After his explanation he returned the phone to the table in front of Emily.
“It was probably too much to send in one text and I’m sure figured we’d look the rest of it up.” Morgan brought the discussion back to the practical rather than indulge Reid’s tendency toward more esoteric discussions.
“The more important question,” Rossi interjected, “is why he sent the message to Emily.”
Emily schooled her features into a quiet mask of concentration, hiding the turmoil she felt roiling inside of her. It wasn’t so much that she was the current focus of the attention of a deadly unsub, for some reason that seemed almost expected. The BAU dealt with killers and psychopaths and eventually that meant danger brushed very closely to their lives. But there was something truly disturbing about the idea that this unsub had, quite possibly, picked up on something Emily had always considered extremely private.
“If Gregory Michaels is indeed the unsub,” Hotch began speaking before Emily could say anything, “it may just be the simple fact that she was the agent that has had contact with him. Or it could simply be the classic need to interject himself into the investigation in order to ensure his message is heard.”
“If that were the case wouldn’t he be sending some sort of manifesto?” Morgan sounded mildly frustrated at all the talk and little action.
“I’ll check with my media contacts and make sure none of them have received anything of interest.” JJ could feel a sense of urgency, a need to do something building within her. Though Emily was successfully holding it together to the casual observer JJ had long ago ceased being a casual observer when it came to the dark haired agent and she could see this was affecting her. JJ had been committed to solving this case from the moment it crossed her desk and that feeling was only made stronger by the look deep in Emily’s eyes.
Hotch nodded his agreement as JJ spoke indicating she should follow up on the thought immediately. She wasted no time getting started quickly grabbing her own PDA and looking up the appropriate numbers. As she did so she glanced in Emily’s direction capturing the other woman’s eyes. There were so many things she wanted to say, so many emotions filling her chest. Her only choice was to allow each of those swirling emotions to fill her eyes and hope she could broadcast something to soothe a bit of the turmoil that was hiding in that dark troubled gaze.
Emily returned JJ’s stare for a moment soaking in the warm intensity she saw in those blue depths hoping her silent thanks was heard by the other woman. Even with the chaos that seemed to be encroaching around her JJ’s presence filled her with a kind of peace she was certain she had never experienced before. With an almost imperceptible moment of hesitation she broke the shared link. She returned her gaze to the papers before her hoping some answer was hidden there waiting for the puzzle pieces to fall into place.