"I spend my time just thinking, thinking about you." Black Eyed Peas, Meet Me Halfway.

BAU Headquarters – FBI Quantico - Morning

Garcia observed her best friend, JJ was abnormally quiet. All through the briefing she barely said two words as Hotch presented the case and the team dissected it. All she did was stare transfixed at the photo of the pretty brunette woman called Emily Prentiss. One of the victims in a series of brutal crimes that they had all agreed was committed by a power-assertive called the 'anger retaliatory'. The unsub was obviously choosing the victims because of their symbolic nature to someone specific. The victims all being the same age, body type, hair colour in type. The unsub was meticulous, organised and smart. The worse kind and why on cases like these they were always called in to help; to catch those others couldn't. Why had this case gone over JJ's head and straight to Hotch instead? Because Emily Prentiss was...

"An Ambassador's daughter?" Rossi nodded impressed.

"Correct," Hotch stated, "Ambassador Prentiss is a huge piece in the political chess board. Her influence in this case could be useful..."

"But we shouldn't cross out the unsub's potential connection to the family. Emily Prentiss was the first victim and her Mother will have a list of considerable enemies," Rossi finished for him.

"She's just so beautiful," JJ breathed out in her own little world.

Morgan smirked at the blonde. The whole room falling silent and looking at JJ in surprise, "She's what?"

JJ looked up in panic realising she had vocalised her inner thoughts, "She's...She's beautiful...Why...Why would someone do that? But...But the unsub didn't hurt her face. He violated almost every inch of her body but not her face. That has to mean something."

"You raise a good point Jayje," Hotch stated, "He obviously felt some connection to the women as he restrained himself to leave her face intact. Jayje you can go to..."

"I'd like to go to the crime scene," JJ interrupted, "I know Washington D.C. well. It's my home. I feel like I can add a useful insight into the location of the victims dump sites. More specifically Emily Prentiss' as I know that area."

"JJ and I actually visited that very street over the weekend on girl's night," Garcia breathed out.

Hotch paused to think but nodded in acceptance and reassigned his orders to the team. Although Emily's crime scene had been reopened and fully swept for evidence, the team still needed to walk through her attack using her last known movements obtained from witnesses.

Alleyway – Washington D.C. – Morning

JJ listened as Reid talked to the local Detective who was the first on the scene. Emily's discovery was called in by a shell-shocked couple seeking a secluded alley to get handsy but instead stumbled on the beautiful brunette in a bloodied heap on the floor. The blonde nodded politely before walking off down the alleyway. To others it would seem like she was examining the scene and thinking, in reality...

"Emily?" JJ whispered into the air, nodding politely at a cop as he walked past looking at her weirdly having heard her. She waited for him to be a sufficient distance away before, "Emily Prentiss?" She glanced back towards Reid to see she had strayed quite far away by now. While it was daylight the buildings and claustrophobic walls made the atmosphere dark and even she would admit a little creepy. "Emily?" she whispered again.

A light breeze blew across the back of her neck making the tiny hairs stand on end. The reaction instantly rippled through JJ's toned body and straight down her skinny limbs. Goose bumps formed across perfect, tanned skin. She stopped instantly. With breath now visible in the air, she closed her eyes to compose herself for a second, though time seemed to have stopped dead. The pounding of her heart confirmed the emotions that coursed through her veins. Slowly she turned around and opened sky blue eyes to stare suddenly into the deep brown gaze of the unsub's first victim.

Emily looked at the woman in front of her with scepticism. Immediately noticing that she was looking her directly in the eyes, "You can see me?"

JJ could hear the disbelief in the woman's voice. "Yes," she replied softly, "My name is Jennifer Jar-"

"How? How can you see me?" Emily cut her off, not really bothered about the small pleasantries like name exchanging.

The blonde shrugged, "I have always been able to see people who are..."

"Dead," Emily finished for her in a defeated tone.

"I guess the clichéd response would be that it's a gift," JJ glanced around quickly to check no one would spot her talking to herself and think she was in much need of a psych evaluation.

The brunette scoffed, "I'd much prefer like a Harley over a heart attack!"

"Unfortunately I didn't choose the type of gift," the liaison stated. She paused, "You remember what happened to you?"

Emily shook her head sadly, "No. The last thing I remember is dancing, drinking. A usual night out you know. Then the room went strange like I'd been..."

"Drugged," JJ nodded, "The toxicology report says that you were given Rohypnol."

The brunette closed her eyes, "I've gone over and over and over it in my head. Everything about that night is just black. Until I found myself standing in this alleyway, well, like this. You are the first person I've," she breathed out, tears now running down her cheeks, "I thought I was trapped like this alone, forever."

The blonde shook her head, "You're not alone. Trust me." She held out her hands, palms facing to the sky.

Emily looked at her hands hesitantly.

"I won't hurt you. Nothing bad will happen. I promise," JJ reassured her, a kind, and loving tone to her voice.

Emily slowly reached out her hands and placed them on top of the blonde woman's in front of her. To her amazement she could touch them, feel them. She wrapped her fingers around her soft skin. She could feel the heat of them, almost like she could feel the blood pumping through them. Her eyes were wide in complete awe like she had never touched a single person before in her life.

"Only me," JJ whispered as if answering an unspoken question. There was something about this touch that had created a spark that run through her body. Every nerve ending was reacting like pins and needles but it wasn't from lack of circulation, it was from exhilaration. There was something about this woman that thrilled her, literally down to the cells of her being.

"Fuck me you're hard to find!" Amy exclaimed as she walked from nothing into the alleyway.

Emily naturally whipped her hands back from JJ's in alarm.

"On the touching part of your monologue already?" Amy smiled. She held out her hand, "Amy Jareau. The freaklings sister and your new friend in this ghostly world."

"You're dead?!" Emily looked at her totally taken aback. It coming out a question yet she knew it was a statement.

"As a doornail," Amy nodded reaching forward to pick up the brunette's hand and shake it. "Jenny is stuck with my eroding ass for eternity and now I'm here to help yours."

"Mine?" the brunette looked confused as JJ rolled her eyes at her sister's bluntness.

"Well you aren't going to help Jenny's cause, sadly traumatic quicker-than-a-teenage-boy-makes-love incidents are never remembered by the victim. You see black when you try and remember right?" She watched as Emily nodded. "Otherwise my sister would be some kind of superhero in the crime fighting world. Unpredicted deaths equal I can't gonna remember. So we'll leave her alone so she doesn't look like a crazy person holding hands with the air at work and come back later." Amy stated quickly pulling Emily along with the hand that she had been shaking, "I'll explain everything." She turned to JJ, "Might want to splash some cold water on your face Jen. You look a little flushed," she winked with a smirk before pulling Emily away. Both disappearing into nothing.

JJ shook her head and let out a breath to regain herself after her meeting with Emily and exit of her sister. She walked back to Reid, "Nothing substantial Spense. Ready to head back?" Meanwhile her mind was firmly absorbed in everything that was those dark brown eyes she had witnessed minutes earlier.