Please don't leave

Chapter 11.

Pushing open the door to the bullpen, the team was already in the roundtable room. We speed up our pace, making it in just in time for them to start.

"Nice of you two to join us. Ok so in Salem, Oregon, a total of fifteen women showed up dead within the span of thirty-six hours. All died from twenty-seven stabs to the torso." Pen filled in. (Fake case I made up)

"So the unsub has some hate for women. Any connections?" Derek asked.

"Not that have shown up." She responded.

"To kill fifteen women in a day and a half, there has to be more than one unsub. Maybe more than five." I told.

"Alright wheels up in thirty," Hotch decided. "Garcia, you're coming with."

Everyone leaves, going to grab their bags.

Out of every case, this one worries me the most. All the victims, black hair, and close facial structures as Em.

"Nova? Are you ready?" JJ popped back in.

"Huh? What?" I spat, snapping back into reality.

"I asked if you were ready?" She repeated.

"Um, I don't have a choice." I awkwardly giggle. I stand to leave. Only for JJ to stop me.

"Hey, what's wrong?" She worried.

"Nothing, just spaced off." I bluffed.

She stayed quiet for a second, scanning my face for something. "Yeah, ok, sure."

"Ok, ok, fine. I'm just worried this case. It's all the way in Salem, and all the victims remind me of..." I trailed off as I watched her mouth become an 'o' shape. 

"Well you're coming with us, so you'll see her a lot!"

"I know but it just makes me really worried. She looks a lot like the victims. Not to mention they could just be picking girls off the street at any chance they get!" I detailed the unimaginable.

"You're worrying too much, come on! Nothing bad will happen." She reassured.

I finally nod and we leave for the plane. We board. Everyone taking random, but not random, seats. All four girls in one corner, while the boys scattered.

"Where do we even start?" I puffed.

"Interview the families of the most recent girls? They range between sixteen and thirty." Pen proposed.

"That's a start. Get some rest now, this case isn't going to sleep." Hotch suggested.

"Woke me up, just to tell me to go back to sleep? Sigh! This job is full of mysteries!" I joked.

                    ***3 hours later***
I woke up to a deathly silence. I scan my surroundings, the three ladies being asleep. Twisting my head, so are the guys. I didn't think Hotch actually slept.

I push myself up and maneuver my for the bathroom. The door creaks open, adding some noise. I plop down, letting the pee stream down the bowl. I wipe, flush, wash my hands, then exit.

I climb over the seats and back into my window seat. The path was rather easy, the window seat next to Hotch was open, which was the seat behind me. Then there was the table and an open seat to the isle by Rossi. Where I climbed across the table to. And boom, I was in the isle and back to my seat.

It was this point, where I had to decided if I was going to fall asleep again. Something in me was telling me I wasn't, and to get comfortable for the next two hours.