They got the Unsub, but not before he injures one of their own. But just when they thought the nightmare was over...turns out he's got a partner.

A/N: Don't own CM! J.J/Morgan friendship and of course J.J/Will. This is also set during season 7 and after the whole Doyle debacle. Anyway, remember to R&R and enjoy!

Chapter One

"Andrew Larson! FBI!"

His voice echoed in the neighbourhood and he exchanged glances with the blonde next to him, who nodded. He looked at his team behind him, who all nodded as well. He took a deep breath and kicked his leg out, causing the door before him to fall to the floor with a thud. They filed in silently, but all stopped in their tracks. They knew from looking at it from the outside, that this place was a mansion...but this...

The living room itself was wide enough to fit a normal house. There was a hallway leading out to the left from the living room that they could see from the entrance, and there was another living room to their right with a hallway beyond it. There was also an upstairs area and Morgan sighed.

"This place is massive, Hotch." Morgan said, looking around. Hotch seemed to think for a minute, then nodded to himself.

"J.J, Morgan upstairs. Prentiss, Rossi, the right. Reid, with me, we'll go left."

Everyone nodded and Morgan climbed each step with care, his mind totally focused on the task set to him. He heard J.J behind him and as he turned the corner of the stairs, he caught a glimpse of her blonde hair in his peripherary, and he grinned. He knew she had his back. They got to the top and Morgan looked left and right.

"I'll take right, you take left." J.J said. He nodded, but called out to her last minute.

"J.J?" She whipped around, looking at him, confused.

"Be careful." He whispered. Her eyes became soft and she mouthed, "You, too" before walking down the corridor, her gun raised. Morgan followed suite, going the opposite way. J.J checked each room, feeling like a badass everytime she struck her foot out to open a door...despite the fact that the doors were unlocked and easily opened with a simple kick.

Until she came across a locked door.

She took a deep breath and kicked out with all her strength. The door fell to the floor, much to her surprise. She entered the room, gun raised.

And felt a sharp pain at the back of her head.

She fell to the floor, the world spinning around her and she felt her head being raised off the floor, then slammed back down, repeatedly. She tried to fight the guy off but he was too strong.

"Dammit! MORGAN!" She screamed at the top of her lungs.

"Shut up, bitch!" The guy growled. He elbowed her in the face and J.J was struggling to stay conscious.

Finally, after what felt like hours, the guy was being lifted off her and thrown to the floor by Morgan, who handcuffed him. Hotch and Prentiss came in, followed by Rossi and Reid. Morgan ran over to J.J who was lying on the floor.

"J.J? You okay?"

She looked up at him and raised her hand to her head.

"I'm fine." She said, wincing as she sat up.

"We'll get an ambulance, don't worry."

"No! No, I don't need one. I'm fine." She said, trying to get up. Morgan put his hand on her shoulder.

"J.J, he smacked you with a shovel, and when I came in here he was pummeling your head to the ground."

"J.J, are you hurt?" Hotch asked.

"Yes." Morgan said.

"NO!" J.J yelled over him, gritting her teeth.

"I'm fine, Derek." She said, looking at him fiercely. He sighed, but nodded, helping her up.


"This isn't over." Andrew said, grinning sadistically.

"Shut up!" Morgan said angrily. Rossi hauled him away and the rest of the team left the mansion as police began to show up.

"Let's get him back to the station." Hotch said, and one of the officers nodded, taking Andrew off Rossi's hands and shoving him into the police car.

"Looks like our job here is done." Morgan said, sighing.

"Yeah...I just wish we would've gotten him before he murdered and raped five women." J.J said. She winced and clutched her head and Morgan helped keep her steady as she swayed.

"J.J, are you sure you shouldn't go to a hospital?"

"I'm fine, Derek. It's just a headache." She said, sighing.

"Alright, fine."

Hotch and the rest of the team came up to them and Prentiss was watching J.J.

"You okay, Jayj?"

"Fine." She said, wincing. Prentiss nodded, but kept watching her.

"Reid, Prentiss, head over to his address and search his house...he may have more victims we don't know about. Morgan, come with me to the station."

"And me?" J.J said, surprised that he didn't acknowledge her.

"Aren't you going to the hospital?" Hotch asked her.

"I'm fine! It's just a headache!" She said, sighing. Hotch nodded.

"Alright then, come with us to the station."

"I TOLD YOU THIS ISN'T OVER!" Andrew Larson yelled loudly, as two police officers dragged him into the station.

"SHUT UP!" One of them yelled angrily, shoving him angrily.

"What the hell is wrong with this guy?" Morgan said, watching Andrew suspiciously as they pushed him into an interrogation room.

"What isn't wrong with that guy? He murdered and raped five women, broke into a multibillionare's mansion..." J.J said, sitting down and clutching her head while writing down something. Morgan watched her.

"J.J, are you sure-"

"If you ask me one more time, I'm gonna shove this pencil so far up your-"

"Noted. Sorry I asked." Morgan said, raising his arms in defeat. He stopped one of the passing officers, though.

"Yes, Agent Morgan?"

"Do you guys have any Tylenol or Advil here? Agent Jareau got pretty roughed up out in the field today."

"I'll be back in a second." The officer said, nodding.

"Thanks, man." Morgan turned back to J.J, who was glaring at him.

"Look, Tylenol isn't going to kill you."

"But it's gonna make me drowsy." J.J said, sighing.

"Good. Go to the hotel and get some rest. We got the bad guy and it's over. You don't have to be so alert 24/7, J.J."

She smiled, but looked at him sadly.

"With the amount of people we put away, and how five more seem to replace every serial killer we catch, I have every reason to be alert 24/7, Derek." She said, sighing. He sighed, too. She had a fair point.

Her phone rang shrilly and she answered it, putting it on loudspeaker.

"Hey, Em. You're on speaker."

"You need to interrogate Andrew Larson right now!"

Morgan looked at J.J, confused. She cleared her throat.

"Why what's wrong?"

"Reid and I just found a whole bunch of photos of the victims, and someone was taking photos of a man in a ski mask raping the woman. We think the man in the ski mask is Andrew."

J.J's eyes went wide and Morgan closed his, sighing angrily.

"The son of a bitch has a partner."