Into Your Arms- Jemily

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On the plane, Emily took her seat next to Morgan and across from JJ. They began reviewing the case more deeply, but Emily's mind was somewhere else. She studied the blonde across from her flip through the pages inside of her folder, and watched her as her head dipped into her hand.

"Prentiss," Hotch started, "Are you listening?"

Emily was startled. She had hoped no one was paying attention to her. Her feelings for the blonde were getting out of control, and getting progressively more difficult to repress, but Emily knew she couldn't let them interfere with work in any way.

"Yes sir, sorry."

Rossi started, "These women are probably surrogates for a romantic partner in his own life, as they both do look remarkably similar."

"You're right Dave, although we should investigate more when we land," Hotch finished.

The rest of the plane ride was quite relaxing, Morgan joked around with the two women, while Reid found it difficult to catch on to their jokes, which made the others laugh. Eventually everyone settled in and was quiet, each looking over case files trying to find something they had previously missed.

The plane was landing shortly and Hotch went over what each team member was to do upon landing.

"Emily, you and Morgan head to the most recent crime scene, Dave and Reid go and check out the morgue, and JJ, you and I are going to the station."

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JJ and Hotch made their way into the New Orleans Police department, and were created by the lead detective.

"Good Morning detective, I'm ssa Jennifer Jareau, and this is ssa Aaron Hotchner."

"Goodmorning, I'm detective Will Lamountage Jr., you can set up back here," the man said with an extremely heavy southern accent.

"Thank you," Hotch said as he shook his hand.

"Thank you for coming down, let me know if you need anything."

The pair thanked the detective and headed to the conference room to set up. JJ and Hotch went over things about the case until soon, Nancy Ballaster's sister arrived. JJ took her into a room to question her, while Hotch began setting things up on the board.

     Soon Rossi and Reid arrived at the station.

The four gathered in the conference room to discuss "The men died quickly, and endured no torture other than the cut fingers," Rossi started, "The woman were clearly the object of his rage and suffered deeply before he strangled them."

"These victims may just have fallen victim because of looks," JJ suggested, "He could have seen someone who reminded him of someone and snapped."

"It's possible," Hotch said, "but we still have to look deeper into victimology." Hotch called Garcia and asked her if there were yet any known connections to the victims, and received an inconclusive answer.

Reid began to work on a geographical profile, when Emily and Morgan arrived.

Morgan walked through the door, "Both sets of victims were posed to face away from each other."

"This definitely means something, probably his own failed marriage," Rossi suggested.

"I'll have Garcia start the search, " Hotch said, "As for now we're gonna go into victimology, Emily and JJ, go to the Ballasters, and Reid and Morgan, head to the Smith's."

When the women made it outside the station, the headed for a black SUV, JJ getting into the driver's seat, and Emily walking around to the passenger side.

JJ was slightly worried about the woman, she seemed quite out of it, in the station and on the plane.

"You alright?" JJ asked.

"Yeah, yeah fine," Emily responded.

JJ wasn't convinced but she didn't press the issue.

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The drive to the victims house was short. When they arrived they saw a nice house, in an average neighborhood. They walked into the house together, and JJ was so captivated by how swiftly the brunette carried herself. She never quite failed to take her breath away, and it was so frustrating how she could only look from a distance. JJ knew that she would never reciprocate feelings, and even if she did their jobs wouldn't allow for that.

They walked in through the front door to find a nice sized living room, with a large couch, with small tables on each side, in the middle facing a large tv. The walls were lined with nice artwork and the hardwood was interrupted by a nice, burgundy printed carpet in the middle of the room. The living room blended to the kitchen, which looked quite typical, wooden countertops with a peninsula on the border between the two rooms.

"This place looks so typical, like a classic married couple," Emily stated.

They went their separate ways, Emily staying in the kitchen area and JJ headed to the bedroom. JJ found a nice sized room with warm tones. A large bed wa right in the middle of the room with end tables on each side, but there was something peculiar.

"Hey Emily, come here!" JJ called as Emily made her to the blonde.

"Does this bedroom look like two people sleep here to you?" JJ inquired.

"No, definitely not."

The pair headed to the living room to get a closer look, and it had appeared that there was definitely someone sleeping on the couch.

JJ called Garcia.

"Penelope Garcia, at your service, what can I do for you?"

"Hey Garcia, did the Ballasters' have any martial problems?"

"Hmm, ...yes it seems that they had some marriage counseling and.. hold on.... ah it seems like Mrs. Ballaster cheated on her husband."

"Thanks Garcia"

"No problem, Penelope out!" The eccentric woman exclaimed.

"So, Mrs. Ballaster cheated on her husband, that could be why they were targeted, the unsub had probably been cheated on himself and that was the stressor." JJ said.

"Okay, I'll call Hotch, he has the victims families in for questioning right now."

JJ watched the woman leave the room, and allowed herself to take in her beauty. There was just something about her, and her warm brown inviting eyes, that JJ swears she could spend all day staring into.

Woahh Jareau, she said to herself. She couldn't allow herself to think like that, these feelings needed to go away, and thinking like that wasn't going to do any good.