Morning jogs were a must for JJ, especially since she'd joined the Bureau. There was something about running in the morning that cleared her mind and helped her focus on her day.

This morning was like any other until a black blur came out of nowhere and knocked her off her feet. She landed hard on the grass and looked up to see a large black dog sitting next to her—if dogs could laugh she would swear he was doing it right now.

She chuckled as she got up and rubbed his head. "Who's a good boy? Where's your owner?"

Her question was answered when a voice came from behind her.