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TRIGGER WARNING: RAPE
" oooo!" Garcia squealed as Elizabeth and Emily looked up to see what their friend was causing a fuss over. "Michael and Henry would look adorable in this." The tech analyst held up a matching outfit to show the two FBI agents.
Elizabeth stifled a laugh as she placed her phone back in her pocket, "JJ would never put her kids in that, P." the brunette smiled at the now sad blonde but she continued her journey through the store.
"ladies, i got your drinks." JJ called out as she pushed through other customers to reach her friends. "thank you." Elizabeth smiled as she took her hot chocolate from the blonde and instantly began sipping through the entry bit.
The four continued their late night shopping trip through the streets of Virginia, "has that hot shot london officer called you back?" Elizabeth asked Emily, while they were deciding what restaurant to eat at.
"no he hasn't." the older agent shrugged.
Elizabeth gave Emily a small smile, and when the four was finally able to decide where to eat, JJ cut them off, "we got called in. sorry ladies." the mother smirked at the three as Garcia groaned.
"don't they have another team?" Emily shook her head at Elizabeth's question.
The four quickly walked to Elizabeth's car, and the four ladies were on their way back to the BAU. "sorry guys." Hotch gave a weak smile as the four walked into the conference room. "you better pay for our food." JJ smirked over at their boss, who still held a stern face.
"how was it before you got called in?" Elizabeth looked over at her boyfriend, who pushed the tablet over to her. "fine. P was obsessed with baby clothes." Elizabeth smirked as Derek laughed at his best friend's antics.
thirty two hours ago "Gregory!" the voice of his wife, Colleen, called out. "there's something out there." she looked over at her husband, who was preparing himself for bed. "i'll check it out." a now annoyed Gregory huffed out, before climbing out of the bed but his wife followed him.
Gregory and Colleen hesitantly walked down the stairs, and on their journey downstairs, Gregory grabbed a fire poker for a somewhat safety weapon. "there's nothing out there, Colleen." her tired husband called out before they locked up again and headed back upstairs.
"did you close the window?" Colleen asked. "no." Gregory responded.
Colleen opens the window again, "let's go to bed." she turned around to face her husband but he was on the floor, unconscious. "Gregory!" she cried out as she looked up to see an unknown man, standing in front of her, a sick smile plastered on his face.
