The Impossible Game ~~AVENGERS~~

~~CHAPTER FOUR~~OHANA MEANS FAMILY, AND FAMILY MEANS- WHO THE F**K ATE MY FOOD

"Hey, uh, Hotch?" J.R. asked, looking at the girls.

"Calloway? That you?" The voice on the phone broke into a low whisper.

"Yeah, boss it's me," a small tear escaped his eyes as he stared at Lou holding the photo.

"Why are you calling? Whats up?" JJ glared at him and tapped the paper.

"I just wanted to tell you we have a lead, on one of Peter's clients. An apartment downtown. I'll send you the address later." He glared at the redhead and didn't move his eyes.

"Perfect, Calloway. I'll just need you to stay in a little longer. We've never been this close to this guy. Ok?"

J.R. read the script carefully before saying. "More? Hotch, i'm not sure it's been a while.."

"Yeah but you'll be fine, right?" The man's voice was careless and didn't seem to care.

Calloway looked at Lou, then to JJ then back to the picture of his sister. "I-I don't know. I-"

"You'll be fine," Hoth spoke quickly.

JJ grabbed the phone and hung up. "Not bad," JJ remarked. "It was almost beleivable."

Lou grabbed his head and slammed it into the table. She grabbed the other side of his head and slammed it again. JJ walked out of the apartment and into the car's trunk. She pulled out a bag and swiftly walked back into the apartment. Lou began to clean up the area around J.R. and any traces of them being there.

JJ grabbed a handgun from the  drawer in the kitchen. A disoriented J.R. Calloway rubbed his head with a hand that was grabbed harshly. He felt it go around a gun and the tip of the weapon went under his chin. He opened his eyes and looked at the girls.

"Why are you doing this?" He asked hoarsely.

"It's not wrong." Lou responded. "If your government can do this, then why can't we?"

"Not like this." He said.

"Oh but it is!" JJ responded, cocking the gun. "You just haven't seen it first hand." She pulled the trigger and let him drop forwards.

"I still don't like this very much," Lou revealed.

"I know," JJ spoke. "But you'll get used to it eventually. I did."

Of course this wasn't the first time JJ had to fake a suicide. It was a part of her training and her first time executing it wasn't easy. JJ never really wanted to be a villain, but it was just in her blood. She didn't know it but whether she ever wanted to or not, she would be a killer. Maybe it wasn't the same story for everyone else, but the redhead certainly had no choice.

"How long did it take you?" Lou asked as they walked to the door. JJ shut and unlocked it and the two climbed out the kitchen window.

"Bout 2 weeks." The pair continued walking to the car. 

"Really?" Lou asked in disbelief.

"Well when you're forced into it at birth things set in pretty fast." JJ started the car and looked in the mirror.

Bonnie's smirk was big when the pair squealed at her presence.

"Wha too- ya so long?" She asked, leaning in between the seats as she spit out her words at record speed.

"Not all of us have superpowers, Bo." Lou responded, shaking her head.

"Fair enough," Bonnie responded. JJ started the car and they drove off silently. She drove a round a little before taking a sharp left a few blocks from the apartment.

"Why'd you turn. Apartment's right there." Lou pointed out.

'Cops," JJ answered. "It's their route."

"How do you know all that stuff," Lou asked from the back seat. "We've been here for what, a week?"

"Lou," JJ looked at her. "I've lived in New York almost my entire life. I know police routes like the back of my hand."

"Why, were you like a criminal?"

"No," JJ scoffed. "I just did a lot of criminal stuff."

"Like rob banks?" Lou raised an eyebrow.

"More like kill people."

A/N

Not a horrible chapter. Next chapter we will introduce the rest of the avengers next chapter of course. And hopefully reveal more but at a slow pace. Anyway, like, comment, follow, take an awesome relieving shit or do none of that. Don't really care.

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