Furthermore, everything went on as usual. They informed the local police about another victim, boarded the plane, where they had been discussing the case and the mysterious informant, and then rested. At the airport when they stepped out, Hotch gave his instructions. Emily and Reid going to the morgue to examine the body. Rossi was supposed to take a look at the new crime scene, and Hotch and JJ were supposed to go to the local police headquarters. Morgan didn't get a task, and that was a red alert for our African American agent. He wasn't think, that the big boss had something completely different for him.
“Morgan, can I talk to you for a moment?” Hotch took him aside.
“Sure. I don't have a task,” He nodded.
“That's because I need you somewhere else,” Hotch admitted.
“You want to send me for who called us,” Morgan suddenly understood.
“Yes. The man could be our UNSUB or at leas
The real FBI
The real FBI
JJ was hurried into the conference room, even still she was holding a cell phone to his ear, and her blond hair was fluttering behind her.
“You know about Oklahoma and Missouri?!” She wondered.
“Yes, and Colorado,” there was a confirmation from an unsub caller.
“About Colorado, but there was no such murder,” She said and ran into the conference room, where the whole team was already ready. “Hold on, I'll give you loud,” She asked, switching to the speaker.
“Yeah, hello everyone,” JJ's mysterious informant greeted the whole team.
“Hello I am Aaron Hotchner, Head of the FBI Behavioral Analysis Unit, me and my entire team have the opportunity to hear you. Supposedly you have some information about the unknown subject, the offender we've been searching for over two months,” Hotch took up the words and with one gesture he suggested to Garcia that she find the caller b
The last wish
The last wish
"Dean," I addressed him at the graveyard and hugged him for the last time. “I could go with you,” I offered, but there was no favor in it, just the selfish desire to die with him because I was afraid of life without meaning, without him.
But he had clear. “No, no, no,” He shook his head. “No, I got to do this alone.” For a moment he looked at Sam, and then back at me. “Listen, if—when—when this works, Sam—he's gonna be a mess.” Well, of course, Dean's first priority - his brother. “So look out for him, okay? Make sure he doesn't do anything stupid,” He assigned me a task, the same thing, with was entrusted to him before years ago, with the weight of the place, where lay his dead mother.
“Of course,” I promised, even though I had no idea, what will happen next. I didn't know if I wouldn't do some stupid. Nevertheless, Father died, but Darkne