"Coffee?" JJ asked as they walked through the crowds of people waiting for their flights.
Hotch rubbed his eyes, tiredly, in response.
JJ smiled and walked off, leaving Hotch by himself in an airport he'd never been to before.
After aimlessly walking around for a minute, he found a vacant bench near one of the large airport windows. He sat down and waited for JJ.
Staring out the window, his mind was suddenly lost in thought as he watched the planes, one-by-one, glide down the runway. He yawned, exhausted not only from the restless nights he worked in his office, doing paperwork, but from the relentless crying of the baby that had been on their flight.
Relaxing his stiff muscles, he listened to the murmuring of voices around him. Feeling a weird sense of peace and serenity, he leaned back and closed his eyes.
...
Hotch felt someone softly shaking his shoulders.
"Hotch..." JJ said, persistently, trying to wake him up.
"W-What?" He said, disoriented, as he realized they were still in the airport.
"You really need to get more sleep," She stated, handing him a coffee.
"I leave for one minute and you're fast asleep on a hard, metal airport bench!" She laughed.
Hotch blushed, clearly embarrassed.
"We don't have much time, let's find the car," He said, changing the subject.
They walked outside, bags heavy on their shoulders as they quickly spotting the black SUV parked in the back of the lot. They jogged until they reached the car, found the keys, and got in.
...
"Morgan and Rossi said they figured out who the unsub is, right?" JJ asked as they drove past a herd of elk, frolicking in a field next to them.
"Yep."
"Then why are we still going to Beatrice Clark's house?"
Hotch looked over at her with an empty expression.
"Because he's already on his way to find his next victim. When Morgan and Rossi arrived at Prescott's house, he was already gone."
They sat in silence for a while, avoiding the occasional pot-hole and deer-crossing as they drove down the bumpy Montana highways.
What if they were already too late?
What if Prescott was already at Clark's house?
Sharing the same thoughts, Hotch turned on the police sirens and sped down the road as cars quickly moved out of their way.
After fifteen minutes, they anxiously pulled into a short, dirt driveway. When they got out of the car, they took a quick look around at their surroundings. There were lots of trees, which would make it fairly easy for the unsub to sneak around the property, unseen. They locked the car and walked up the wooden steps that lead to Beatrice Clark's lodge.
JJ was just about to ring the doorbell when they heard a high-pitched scream fill the air.
She quickly moved her hand away as Hotch kicked the door open, soon realizing it was unlocked. JJ drew out her gun, holding it firmly in front of her. They ran through the house, following the direction of the scream.
"FBI!" Hotch shouted as they rushed into the kitchen.
An older women stood in front of them, her shirt soaking wet along with the floor.
"What are you doing here?!" She gasped, in shock.
JJ put her gun down.
"Are you Beatrice Clark?"
The woman nodded.
"Why'd you scream?" Hotch asked, confused.
"I...uh...was pouring coffee when my cat jumped up on the counter. She scared me, causing me to spill it all over myself," She explained, gesturing towards her coffee-soaked shirt.
It was never a good thing when someone spilled scorching hot coffee on themselves, but JJ and Hotch both sighed in relief.
No unsub here.
Not yet, anyways.
They made it.
"How about you go upstairs and change your shirt while I clean up the floor and make us another pot of coffee," JJ suggested, a sincere smile on her lips.
"When you come back down we'll sit down and talk. Sound good?"
Beatrice grinned and went upstairs.
Now all they had to do was wait for the unsub to strike.
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A/N: Ciao!
Yes, I am deeply ashamed for not updating in 3 days! I just couldn't get myself in the write-y sort of mood! :/
Happy Easter to all my American readers out there! :D
Hope you enjoyed this quick lil' chapter :) Drama soon! I'm scared, because I'm good at creating drama, not writing it!
Guess we'll see how it turns out! ;)
You guys make my world go 'round!
Love to all!
-Sammie
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