Return to Mt Horizon

7

JJ's pov
I found Dr. Brummel and he led me to the girl. I introduced myself and he let us talk alone. She explained how she was picking up a guy when he tried taking her to an alley and stabbed her. Her name was Sarah Michaels and she was only 19. "Do you remember what he looks like? If he had any characteristics that you could identify him with?"

Sarah shook her head. "I'm sorry. He was just a white guy with grey hair but that's all I got. I scratched at him and ran. A friend flagged down a cop and I was brought here. That's all I know. Its fuzzy." I smiled at her and let her know she did good. It's all I could say. When the nurses came in, I left her with them and called Hotch.

"Hotch we have a live victim and she says she scratched at him. The nurses are getting any DNA they can from under her nails." I said. "Alright. I don't see scratches on Walt so meet us here and we'll figure out our next move." I hung up and met the team back at the station. Hotch had us gathered in the same area.

"We are running out of options. After discussing our last options, Rossi and I think it's best to send someone out on the streets. Someone that matches the other victims and that can protect herself." Emily cut Hotch off. "No. Not happening." I looked between the two of them. "Emily this is our only option."

"Not her. She is identical to Shelby. That's not only dangerous, its stupid. No." Emily stood up and was standing across the table from Hotch. "Prentiss, we don't have another option. It has to be her." The team looked at me, I couldn't say a word. "Can't we give Prentiss a wig and contacts? I'm with her, JJ is too similar. We don't know what he would do, if he treats her like the others." Derek said.

I took a breath and stood up. "I want to catch this guy. If that means I go on the streets for the night then fine. I assume you'll all be there in case something goes wrong." I asked Hotch. He nodded. "Emily would go with you, but she wouldn't always be with you. Rossi and Reid would be in an unmarked car. Morgan and Garcia in a van keeping track of your mic and camera. I would be with the police captain on the street less than a block away."

Emily stared at Hotch, her mouth hanging open. "You can't be serious. She's going undercover, no backup, no weapon. Just a single camera. No way to protect herself. What do you want her to do?" She asked, getting closer to me. I kept a smile from coming to my face, she was protecting me.

"The plan is for her to work the streets until she finds someone that matches the profile. Man in his 50's, grey hair, scratches, I trust you'll know. Get his plates, name, whatever you can and get out of there. Emily you'll be nearby and help with getting her away. When you both are safe, let Garcia know and she'll contact Rossi to pick you both up."

"This is crazy." Emily groaned, rolling her eyes. "Let's do it." I stated. I know Walt is behind this and I am going to be the one that puts the son of a bitch away. "Okay. You and Prentiss go shopping, I'm assuming you didn't pack for this. Once you're done, we'll figure out how to get you there. We haven't done this before so I will ask around to find out where to put you."

I shook my head, I know where to go. "No need. We'll go shopping, come back here for the cameras and I'll get us out there." Everyone stared at me. "I talked with Sophie about how Shelby did it. I know what to do." I explained. It was a lie. I had lived on the Seattle streets before and I know how to get us there. Hotch nodded and let us go.

Emily drove us to the nearest mall. She had never shopped like this before so I led us. Normally I would get clothes from friends or alter the ones I took from my mom. "Can I ask you something and have an honest answer?" Emily asked when I added another possible outfit to her arms. "How do I know all this?"

"How do you know all this?" She laughed. What am I supposed to say? Well Em, I used to be a prostitute before I went to the loony bin high school we are staying at. Then I ran and went back to the streets before I took my friends identity and lived as her since then. "Don't worry about it." I snapped. I didn't mean to but it was true. She needs to stop sticking her nose where it doesn't belong.

"Oh. Sorry." I didn't feel bad, she needed to hear it.