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---First Person POV---
My heart started to beat faster at the sight of my childhood home. Its been three long years away from home. I left with a car and some cash from my parents, but not much they respected I wanted to do this on my own. They helped with tuition but living was on me. I paid for my apartment, food, gym membership to keep my fighting abilities honed. It was hard at first but I did it, I made it into the FBI with early admission and earned the well seasoned team's respect. Now I was all of their little sister.
I pulled into the driveway of the rather large home, before getting out I popped my trunk. I turned the car off and turned to the glove box. I opened it pulling out my credentials and gun. I slipped them into my purse before getting out to get my other things. I opened the trunk completely before pulling the suitcase out, not without sending a scowl towards the go-bag in the trunk. I sat there looking at it, I remembered the last case. Feeling a sting in my shoulder from where I was clipped in the shoulder by an unsub. "I should wash those clothes, but mom will freak of she sees the bullet hole" I said to myself still staring at the bag. I have this bad habit of not telling my family about cases, meaning they wouldn't like the amount of scars that now litter my skin after joining the BAU. I mean, they have to expect I'll be beat up, I do chase serial killers for a living. And they do not hesitate to leave their mark. "Meh, she'll have to get used to it eventually." I said before grabbing the strap and throwing it over my shoulder. I walked up to the door and before I could reach for the doorbell the door had been thrown open and my niece was on top of me.
"Whoa hey kiddo" I said laughing at the little brunette at my feet. I observed her features seeing a lot of my brothers wife in her, luckily. "Wow, is that you Talia? Thank goodness you look like your momma. I'd feel bad if you took after Shrek in there" I said and she laughed.
"Really, your second sentence is an insult toward me." My older brother Tyler said coming around the corner. "What else are little sisters for?" I asked limping in because the small three year old was now attached to my leg. I gave him a hug, "It's good to see you" I said. He smiled, "Yeah, it is. You should feel honored" he sassed and I rolled my eyes. I removed the small girl from my leg before turning to retrieve my bags. I set the suitcase and go-bag by the staircase. "There's my girl!" A voice rang from within the home. I was soon enveloped in a hug from my father. "Hey daddio" I said returning it. He released me and I then hugged my mother beside him, "Hey mommio" I said smiling.
"It's about time you came home!" another familiar voice said from up the stairs. "Hey lil' sis" I said to my 17 year old sister, Sarah, at the top of the stairs. She ran down and hugged me, "Man you guys would love Garcia" I said returning her hug. Yes, my family are huggers just like the queen of the keyboards.
Once they were finally done hugging me we went into the living room. "Where's the wife?" I asked Tyler who was carrying Talia behind me. "She had to work late, she'll be over later" He said with a smile. "Mommy's saving puppies" she said and I laughed at her description of a Veterinarian.
"Miss [F/N] it's good to see you again" the older woman in the room said. "Genevieve you still work for these crazy people?" I asked hugging the maid that was around since I was a kid. She was like a third grandmother rather than a maid. "Only to see my favorite [L/N]" She said smiling at me while the rest of my family scoffed. I turned to them with a 'take that' proud look. We all sat down and Talia ran to me sitting on my lap. "Can you tell me stories about how you save people?" she asked innocently. I laughed nervously, these recent cases haven't been 3 year old story appropriate. None of the cases are three year old story appropriate. "Um, maybe another time" I said smiling at her but she let it go before nestling back in my lap. "So what's the plan for Christmas?" I asked looking at my family.
"Well since you're home we were thinking about having a Christmas party" My father said looking at me with a smile. "Really, that'd be awesome." I said looking at the already decorated Christmas tree. Genevieve then entered with hot chocolate and coffee for us all. I happily took a cup of the caffeinated drink. "Who are we inviting?" Sarah asked looking at my parents. "Family and some Friends through business" My mother said smiling. "Can I invite some people?" She asked again. "I don't see why not, but it's going to be formal" My mother said. I chocked on my coffee temporarily drawing the attention of the room. "Ah, no no no. If we're having a Christmas party, people wear ugly sweaters not formal wear" I said pointing my finger at them. "Or I'm going and hanging out with Reid and Morgan" I threatened to escape back to my BAU family. They all chuckled, "Well I guess we have no choice then" My brother said. "Oh thank god, I don't think I could handle three more minutes their prank war" I said leaning back and they looked at me confused, "Don't ask" is all I said.
"So like what family business friends?" My sister asked. "Probably the Queens and--" my father started. "Ollie!" I yelled excited, "I love Oliver he's honestly one of the funniest people I ever met" I knew Oliver through my father and his sister Thea, of whom I am friends. "Anyway, and probably the Waynes" he finished. I got happy once again but did not burst out with glee. Not sure how the vigilantes will take my job of choice.
We spent the rest of the night chatting, it did not take long for Talia to fall asleep. My brother took her to bed, his wife soon coming home exhausted. She greeted me with yet another hug but was exhausted and excused herself soon after. Not to long later everyone had dispersed into their separate rooms. My father helped me with my stuff taking it to my room. I hugged him goodnight before unpacking my things. My eyes falling on the ruined shirt I was worried about my mother finding, "Damn unsub" I said throwing the shirt back in the bag. I then opened a safe I had in my room, I put my gun in there and locked it. "I liked that shirt" I muttered before preparing for bed. I laid in the sheets with a sigh of relief, soon falling asleep.
---Time Skip to morning---
I woke up the next morning to the sun shining through my windows. I sat up looking at the clock, I smiled "When was the last time I was able to sleep in?" I asked myself. I got up and stretched. I walked into my bathroom and took a quick shower. I changed into jeans and a grey sweater. I grabbed my phone and walked downstairs to find my brother and sister in the kitchen, I assumed my parents were at work. "Mornin guys" I said setting down my phone and moving to the fridge. I hummed a little tune looking through the fridge. I heard the doorbell ring and then I turned to see Tyler getting up. At that I turned back to the fridge.
I heard my brother talking to someone, I assumed he let them in. I didn't move from my position. "Three years, and of course I find you in front of food." I heard a familiar sass in a familiar voice. I turned to be greeted by the one and only Jason Todd. "Long time no see" he said with a smirk. "Jason Todd, back from the dead and sassy as ever" I said walking up to give him a hug. He accepted it with a smile, I'm one of the few people he ever agreed to hug. Him and I went into the living room. I sat down on the couch, he dramatically fell next to me. I laughed,
"So, three years" I said setting my coffee mug on the glass table. I looked back to see him starring at me with his blue eyes scanning my face, "What?" I asked chuckling. "N-nothing" he said diverting his eyes hiding a blush. He doesn't know of my line of work and the fact that I saw right through him. "Why didn't you get in contact? After.. ya know?" he asked not looking me in the eye. "I don't know. I spent a good chunk of time moping around here, I moved a year before you were back. I knew staying in Gotham meant I wouldn't be able to make a life for myself because everywhere I went reminded me of..." I stopped before looking at him and taking a breath, "uhm.. I moved to D.C. to start my life, I guess I was just drawn there. And when I heard you were back, I-I didn't know what to think. I mean I was at your funeral Jay, to think you were back it was a miracle. But I couldn't take the chance that it was a dream, I couldn't drop my life to come home and find out it was some freak misunderstanding and then end up in that rut again. I just couldn't do it, I'm sorry." I said looking at him tears threatening my eyes. His eyes had been locked on me the whole time, he shook his head "You have nothing to be sorry for" he said pulling me into a hug.
"You're my best friend, I should've been the first one back" I said, my voice muffled by his jacket. "Hey, it's okay. I know it was hard, but you had to do what was best for you. And you're here now, that's all I care about" he said softly, his grip on my tightening. We stayed like that for a second before being interrupted by Sarah, "Hey [N/N] your phone's.." she paused upon seeing the two of us, we both pulled back immediately "ringing" she finished smirking. I stood up and walked over to her, I read the screen Garcia was all it said. "I gotta take this" I said exiting into the hall. I didn't see my sister smirking at Jason.
"Hey Garcia" I said into the phone, "Something up?" I asked.
"Uh yeah, don't hate me" She said with regret. "No" I said knowing what was coming. My back was to the living room and I hadn't noticed Jay come and lean against the wall behind me.
"Sorry, but I do have good news" she apologized. I brought my hand to my head, "Ugh you're kidding right" I asked again hopeful. "I wish I was my love" she said, I knew this wasn't her fault.
"Where am I going?" I asked disappointed. "That's the good news" she said more cheerily, "You my beautiful Gotham citizen are going nowhere, the team is coming to you." she said still rather cheerily. However I was panicking, "Th-they're coming here?" I asked surprised "to Gotham? Like where I am right now? 'like holy shit that's Batman' Gotham?" I asked still in disbelief. "Yes crime fighter" she said. "This is gonna suuuck" I groaned. "The last thing I need is solving this case, then Derek Morgan in my childhood home. He will find something to hang over me, like how he hangs that 'talk dirty to me' thing that happened when Strauss called over you." I said panicking
"Don't speak of it!" she yelled at me causing me to laugh. "Sorry sorry, anyway when and where do I meet them." I asked, "Uh, they're landing in like 25 min at Archie Goodwin International Airport" she said again cheerily. "Alright, I'll meet them. They can fill me in when I see them" I said before going to hang up. "Later tater" she said before hanging up. "Tater?" I questioned looking at the phone.
"Who's Derek Morgan?" Jay's voice came from behind me, causing me to jump. "Jeez! You're a fucking ninja" I said gripping my chest. He chuckled, "Who's Derek Morgan?" he asked again walking up to me. "Co-worker" I answered eyeing him suspiciously. "A co-worker is coming all the way from DC? for nothing?" He asked not breaking eye contact. I crossed my arms looking at him, "Are you jealous?" I asked with a smirk. "I am not jealous" he said in disbelief, "I think you're jealous" I said with a small laugh. "[N/N] I'm not jealous" he said again, quite unconvincingly. "Okaay, but no. He's coming along with my team because we got a last minute case here in Gotham" I answered crossing my arms. "Case?" he asked, "Well aren't you full of questions" I said brushing by him.
"Wait hold on" He said turning and following me as I climbed the stairs. "[F/N] WAIT!" he yelled from behind me and I chuckled as I entered my room. I went to the safe unlocking it. "Wait case? team? what do you even do?" he asked as he entered the room. His eyes went wide when he saw me put a gun on my hip, "Heads up" I said tossing him my credentials for him to see for himself. He looked at the small book, then to me, then back at the book. "Wait! You're FBI?!" he asked astonished. "Yup" I said plucking my creds from his hands. "Wanna give me a ride to the airport?" I asked with a smile. "Uh yeah sure" he said still astonished at this new information. I grabbed my jacket, then his arm "Come on then" I said smiling.
Once outside I climbed on his bike behind him. "Ready?" he asked, I adjusted the helmet on my head slightly before answering. "Yup lets go" I said smiling, I could hear him chuckle in front of me. He revved the engine and took off fast, I was surprised at the speed and my hold on him tightened. "You did that on purpose" I yelled to him, I felt him chuckled. "You've been screwing around with me all day, it was my turn" He yelled back to me, over the engine. I laughed, I rested my chin on his shoulder 'I can't believe how much I missed him' I thought as my grip subconsciously tightened and my head rested on his back, I didn't realize my actions but he did causing a smile to flourish on his lips.
Once at the airport I hopped off and handed him back the helmet. I looked at phone checking the time, I also saw a text from Reid asking where I was. I looked around the front of the airport, the text had just got to my phone. "Hey Kid!" I heard a voice yell immediately recognizing it as Morgan's. "Thanks for the ride Jay" I yelled while running toward the team. "Yeah, no problem" he said back. I turned back to my team.
"Who's that?" Emily asked looking at Jay, "Childhood friend" I answered simply. "So tell me, what do we have?" I asked and we began to walk toward the SUVs. "Double home invasion, Gotham PD is worried about anymore especially before Christmas." Hotch said as we walked. "Victimology?" I asked looking over at Reid. "Two families: father, daughter, and son died of gunshot wounds, mother was strangled." He explained, I shook my head "Those poor families" I said, "Lets catch the bastards for them" I said and everyone nodded. We arrived at the precinct within the two crime scenes. I joined Rossi and Morgan to one and, Emily and Reid went to the other, while JJ and Hotch stayed at the precinct.
I stood staring at the 2 blood stains in the pink carpet of the little girls room, they had found the two kids hiding together. She had been under her bed and then pulled out and shot, and the brother was in the closet, according to the CSI team. I shook my head before returning to Morgan and Rossi, "it's gruesome" I said walking over to them. We looked around the living room area where the father had been shot, "They said the father was shot execution style, he was found with a revolver with him." Rossi said looking at where the body once laid. "Unsubs?" I asked walking up next to him. "No, he had a gun license and training." Rossi answered, "Same goes for the other victims"
"This reminds me of that case in San Bernardino" Morgan said now on the other side of Rossi. "Copycat?" I asked looking at them. "I don't think so, those were all politically and/or racially motivated, there was a either the body of a African American or illegal immigrant left at the scene. This seems like a lot of rage, especially against the wife due to the up close nature of the kill." Rossi said crossing his arms. "How'd he get in?" Morgan asked looking around. "The door showed signs of the lock being jimmied" I answered walking over to the door knob to see the scratches. "These are just a standard deadbolt and door lock, anyone with any sort of lock picking ability could be in in under 2 minutes." I said and the two nodded.
"You'd think in a city like this people would have better security" Morgan said looking around. "Here people think having a gun can be security enough. Many residence just have these standard locks and security systems." I said walking over to them.
"Agents, we think we found something over here" One of the CSI members said, the three of us walked over to him in the kitchen. There were papers and documents everywhere, "He was looking for something" Morgan said picking up some documents and reading them over. "All of the birth certificates are gone" the man said. "Did he take them? Trophies?" I asked looking over at Rossi. "Why would he want the birth certificates?" Rossi asked as well. "We also found these hidden in the office, there was a hidden drawer in the desk" Another CSI said walking in the room. I took the documents from him, "They're adoption papers, the family was looking to adopt." I said after reading them.
"Jakob Wellington, 5. Taken away from his drug addicted mother Shelly Wellington." I said reading the little information. "Father?" Morgan asked, "Nothing" I responded. "Lets call Garcia" Morgan said and we began to exit the kitchen and out to the front. Morgan dialed Garcia, "This is your empress speaking" she answered.
"Hey baby girl, we need you to pull up adoption records for a Jakob Wellington. It seems the family was looking to adopt." He said and you could hear her typing over the phone. "Jakob Wellington, 5 years old. Son of Shelly Wellington. He was put into the foster system with his younger brother Christopher. Their father is a man named Carter Harrison, in and out of prison for drug possessions and an assault charge. He wanted custody of all his kids but his prison record denied him that. Not even supervised visitations were allowed." She informed us. "Wait kids? As in plural?" I asked realizing that.
"Yeah other than the two boys he has another son and another daughter all of different mothers. All in the foster system as well. All the mothers were addicts, all of who struggled with sobriety." Garcia said, "How about the other family were they looking to adopt?" Rossi asked, they were both having the same realization as I was. "Yes, they had been trying for about a year now, all of their paper work was filed out. They were supposed to adopt.. Oh" she said stopping. "What is it Garcia?" I asked getting her back.
"They were adopting the other son of his, Jamie Wesland." She said, at that we all looked at each other. "He's going after the families adopting his kids?" Morgan questioned, "Garcia patch in Hotch and the others, we're headed back to the precinct." he said and we ran back to the SUV. During the ride we explained what we had found to Hotch and the others and met them back at the precinct. There we continued to find things linking Harrison to the families, we were currently trying to learn the status of the daughter. However her adoption was closed and we were having trouble locating where she went.
I rubbed my eyes setting down a file. It was nearly midnight and we were all still working the case, all of us becoming exhausted. "Alright we've all been working this on little sleep, we've been reading the same things over. Lets call it a night and look at these with fresh eyes in the morning. It will also give time toward getting those adoption records opened" Hotch spoke up and we all agreed. Though we know, everyone is going to be going back to work on the case not sleep. The precinct was pretty empty, only a few officers remaining.
As we walked out I remembered that Jay gave me a ride and I didn't have a car. I stopped walking upon the realization, "Dammit." The others looked at me, "What?" Reid questioned. "I don't have a car" I answered throwing my head back. "No need to worry, I'll drive you back." Emily said holding up her key. "I'd just need directions." she said I nodded, "Thanks, but are you sure there's enough room in the other car?" I asked looking at the two black SUVs. "It's fine, I'll ride with you guys" JJ said next. At that we split up, "Night guys" we said separating from them to go to the other car.
We all got in, I sat in the back and rested my head on the window. "So, this is home for you huh?" Emily asked as we drove. "Childhood home, DC's my home now" I said with a smile. "Rough place to grow up" JJ said next, I shrugged "Eh, toughens you up." They chuckled in the front seat, "Sooo. Who was the guy earlier? With the motorcycle?" Emily asked, I could hear the mischief in her voice. I smiled and shook my head, "Just an old friend" I answered vaguely. "'Just an old friend' does he have a name?" JJ teased. "Jason" I answered not taking my eyes off of the city outside the car. "He was cute, do you like him?" Emily asked, I rolled my eyes "I don't need this right now" I said chuckling. "Well he liked you" Emily added, this made me divert my gaze "What?" my voice was a bit confused. "Come on, he didn't take his eyes off you the entire time you were with us while walking to the cars. You didn't notice?" she asked, I shook my head before letting out a breath. "For a good profiler, you're adorably oblivious" Emily said laughing. "Hey!" I shouted a little offended. "[N/N] I'm pretty sure Spenc even noticed" JJ said looking back at me. "Really?" I asked they both nodded.
"[F/N] it's not often we find people that make us happy with this job, so go for it!" Emily said happily. "I-I don't know. Him and I... It's complicated" I said fiddling with my hands. "Yeah, well, when isn't it?" JJ asked with a shrug, and she had a point. Not long after we were at my house, I hopped out saying thanks and night to them. I trudged up the walkway, put my key in the door and walked in. I closed the door behind me and rested my back against it. I let out a breath and just stood there thinking. Thinking about the case, those families, my family and friends, and finally Jason. What were my feelings towards him? But I knew the answer to that question. "Ah dammit. I'm in love" I mumbled still against the door. I pushed myself up and walked into the kitchen. I dropped my bag on the counter, along with my gun after removing it from the holster. I walked over to the cupboard and took out a glass, then filled it up with water. I took a drink before feeling someone watching me. I casually walked back over to where my things were. I placed my glass down.
I stood there for a second, then I heard a creek. At that I swiftly grabbed my gun, and spun aiming it at the source of the noise. And there a few feet away from the barrel of my gun was the Red Hood. My muscles relaxed some because I knew who he was and that he wouldn't hurt me, but he didn't know I knew that. I took a small step toward him my gun still raised. "Nice reflexes" he said, "Government issue glock, nice piece." A "tch" noise escaped my mouth and I lowered my weapon, I turned and walked back to the counter placing it down. "Nice ass too" now that wasn't expected. "Say that to all the people whose houses you break into?" I asked turning to him. "Only the ones it applies to, you should really lock that balcony door of yours" He said with a bit of sass in his voice. "What can I do for you Mr. Hood?" I leaned against the counter and crossed my arms. He took a few steps until he was in front of me, "Tell me, what's the FBI doing in Gotham?" his helmet was only inches from my face. "Double home invasion, ya know doing the job the vigilantes can't." I sassed with a smirk. "Nothing more?" he questioned again. "Nope" I popped the 'p' as I spoke. At that he turned and made his way to leave, "You know, you didn't have to suit up to ask me that... Jason" I said and he stopped in his tracks.
He sighed and turned to me, I cocked an eyebrow and pointed to the helmet. He got the message and removed it, "How?" he asked astonished. "I'm a profiler, it's kind of what I do" I said shrugging. He sighed again, "How long?" he asked, "2 years give or take. I figured it out about a year after I left" I explained. "At least I don't have to keep it a secret any longer" he shrugged. "I'm guessing you figured out the others too?" he folded his arms, I nodded in response. "Well, I don't know what to say now" he said his hands dropping to his sides. "Jason Todd speechless? That's a new one" I teased smiling. "Ha ha, you're hilarious" he said, "I kind of am, anyway I have to look into some more things on this case if you wanna scamper along and do what you heroes do" I said gathering my bag. "I actually don't have patrol tonight, B just wanted me to come figure this out" he said shrugging. "Can I hang here? Dick is the only one at the manor right now and I can't handle any of his cheeriness right now" he pleaded.
I sighed, "As long as you're quiet" I said walking by him and up the stairs. He followed me, I sprawled all of my files and documents on my desks. He sat on my bed, "do you have any other clothes, I don't want your roof jumping clothes to get my bed dirty" I complained from the desk. "Sorry but I don't exactly carry a spare change of clothes with me while I'm kicking ass" he sassed, I rolled my eyes once more and turned to my work. I flipped through file after file, trying to find something about the whereabouts of the daughter. Then I started to hear silent snoring, I turned in my chair to see a passed out Jason sprawled on my comforter. I couldn't help but let out a small giggle before turning back to the desk shaking my head slightly.
"Yup definitely in love" I mumbled to myself before continuing the case.