At 9 p.m., five civilian cars lined up in front of the police station. Jack and JJ, Hotchner and Emily, along with three other pairs of male and female police officers acting as decoy couples, were making their final preparations.
"Rember, even in what you consider your most private monts, you can't let your guard down. One-way mirrors, caras, even inconspicuous little holes could be ways the killer is observing you," Rossi said to the five female officers and detectives playing the roles of wives.
Reid handed out small black discs to everyone. "Keep them close to your body, truly close. Unlike the recording devices you wear, this signaler, once activated, will send a low-frequency signal every 30 seconds if the temperature of the object it touches is below 20 degrees Celsius."
"The five hotels I've prioritized are all located in areas with no signal and have fewer than five employees. If the killer is identified or an accident occurs, put this signaler in your pocket or simply drop it on the ground. Reinforcents will arrive within 15 minutes."
The girls giggled as they tucked the discs into their collars. The fake husbands stood there, looking at each other blankly, until they saw the two FBI agents pull up their shirts and stick the discs under their armpits, at which point they finally understood.
One of the guys, already with his hand on his belt, smiled awkwardly.
Jack took his gun from its holster along with his FK 7.5mm and handed it to Reid. The heavy weight caught him off guard, and he almost dropped it.
"Don't drop my baby, or you'll never get dessert after dinner again!" Jack's blatant threat earned him a playful slap on the shoulder from JJ, who seed to have already gotten into character.
Jack hopped around in place, adjusting the holster on his ankle. He felt this spot was better suited for a smaller revolver; while the Glock was lightweight, it was a bit too large, thankfully his thick winter pants made it less noticeable.
When it ca to concealing weapons, the female officers clearly had a significant advantage. No matter how carefully he observed, he couldn't figure out where these specially selected, attractive female officers had hidden their weapons.
"Don't be impulsive, protect JJ. Nevada isn't New xico; our goal is to put him in jail," Rossi whispered to Jack.
Jack understood perfectly. This newly ford BAU action team desperately needed a perfect case to prove themselves.
But what constituted a perfect case for this team? Without relying on evidence gathering or cri scene investigation, and without the support of other FBI departnts, the team primarily used psychological profiling to track down the serial killer and bring him to justice, creating an airtight case.
Rossi knew very well that if they actually managed to catch the killer, Jack had a thousand ways to legally and legitimately eliminate him during a suspect's actions, but that didn't align with their current interests.
The perfect case for this team was to swiftly arrest the killer, pinning all four couples' car accident cases on him, providing ample physical evidence and confessions, and then successfully prosecuting and ultimately convicting him.
Only in this way could the team's value be maximized; after all, an expensive Gulfstream business jet isn't always easy to use.
Behind the BAU's large expenditures in Los Angeles not only was Rossi's extensive network within the FBI noteworthy, but it also reflected the imnse pressure he was under.
Jack and JJ were driving an older, off-white Ford SUV. To make it look more authentic, the officers helping with the preparations had cramd fishing gear into the back seat and mounted two bicycles on the roof.
Their destination was a small motel called Mountain Lodge. Garcia couldn't even find much information about the motel online, except for the registrant's na and a landline number.
"Why did Rossi suddenly bring up New xico? What happened there?" JJ idly flipped through the forged FBI docunts. Now they were Jack and Jennifer Ritchie, a married couple. To make their ages seem more realistic, Jack even had a fake mustache.
This annoyed JJ, but she had nowhere to vent. She sulked for a while in the passenger seat before finally bringing up the topic herself.
But Jack's answer only made her more frustrated. "Only Rossi can answer this question. Although I was involved, it must be kept secret."
"Then tell about your girlfriend on the 12th floor?" JJ deliberately brought up the most sensitive topic.
"She's my ex-girlfriend. We're married now, aren't we?" Jack joked.
Whether JJ was genuinely in character or just pretending to be angry, she said fiercely, "Fine, then tell about your ex-girlfriend. Why were you with her?"
"I don't know. She pursued ." Jack looked innocent. This was another topic she couldn't discuss. She couldn't very well say that he went to Georgia and did many things to avenge Hannah, and Hannah was so moved that she offered herself to him.
"Then why did you marry ?"
JJ's words made Jack glance at her in surprise. Was she really in character?
After carefully considering his words, Jack hesitantly probed, "Because you have a gentler, more considerate personality?"
Compared to Hannah, the outgoing Southern girl from Texas, JJ, this Northern girl, was indeed more sensitive; otherwise, she wouldn't be able to be the group's "diplomat."
You see, those chauvinistic sheriffs and even police chiefs in various police departnts aren't people you can just handle with a pretty face.
"Anything else?" JJ acted like a newlywed wife throwing a tantrum, wanting her husband to quickly appease her.
Jack's brain started racing. What the heck was "anything else"?
Money? Could JJ compare to a rich woman who owned a large ranch? Figure? Hannah was only slightly shorter than Zoe, but she was just as good as JJ; both girls had perfectly proportioned long legs.
Age? They were about the sa, but Hannah's skin, thanks to Jack's own efforts, was sothing JJ couldn't match no matter how much makeup she used.
As for looks and temperant, the two were evenly matched. If Hannah was the sweetheart type, then JJ was the gentle girl next door. In the fantasies of teenage boys, these two types of girls were the most popular.
One could arouse a man's protective instincts, and the other... well, those who know, know.
What else could it be? Jack felt like his brain was about to overheat. It was just acting, how did it suddenly turn into a complicated situation?
Seeing that Jack remained silent, and the car was about to turn onto the mountain road, JJ suddenly raised her voice and said, "Stop the car!"
Jack was a little confused, but he still steadily stopped the car on the side of the road. At this mont, he understood a little. This girl was probably flirting with him under the guise of role-playing.
However, before he could speak, JJ had already leaned half her body into the driver's seat, face to face with him, and the distance between them suddenly beca so close that they could hear each other's breathing.
[A/n: Hey, anyone know what body spray he is using, I an, I want at least 2 girls with . He could get 4-5 of them like it is nothing. Except for Hannah, this guy didn't do much for others but they still like him and are obsessed with him.
Now suddenly, JJ likes him at least. Is it in her character or just OG author changed her nature?]
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