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A/N: So here's our newest story. It's definitely AU, and set before season one—all the way back to when JJ and Morgan went through the Academy.

Chapter One

"Jennifer Jareau, Melissa Daniels, and Stephanie Morrison I need to see you immediately", Mabel Johnson announced. She had been in charge of getting the FBI's newest recruits settled into their dorms at the Academy for the last fifteen years, and was well known around Quantico as 'Mama Johnson'. Once all three wide-eyed women were standing in front of her, she continued, "Well ladies, it seems that one of you is going to have to room with one of the boys since there can only be two people per room--any takers?"

Noticing the two women next to her look at each other anxiously, JJ spoke up, "I'll do it. I have two older brothers and all male cousins--I'm used to it."

"Thank you Ms. Jareau" Mabel smiled, she could always tell who were going to be the best agents and this Jennifer Jareau was already at the top of her list. "You'll be rooming with Derek Morgan--Room 223. Ms. Daniels and Ms. Morrison, you'll be across the hall in Room 224."

Walking into the room she would be staying in for the next few months JJ smiled as she dumped her belongings on the bed. She had done it. She had gotten into the Academy and though she wasn't entirely sure that this wasn't some glorified attempt at rebellion against her parents, she knew it was the right choice.

"Dang, girl, you look smokin'." A deep voice from behind caused her to turn around. "Don't tell me, you're my--"

"Roommate." JJ smiled, "Jennifer Jareau. I usually go by Jen."

"Nuh uh, you aren't a Jen. No way." Morgan disagreed, "What did you say your last name was again?"

"Jareau." JJ informed, trying to keep herself from groaning out loud at this guy's antics--was he seriously about to tell her that her name wasn't her name?

"JJ, then. I'm going to call you JJ." Morgan decided, holding out his hand for her to shake, "I'm--"

"You're Derek Morgan." JJ grumbled, unpacking her small amount of clothes that she had brought from home--if they were going to give her clothes to wear during the Academy she wasn't going to bring extras, that would just take up space.

"So you've heard of me?" Morgan grinned cockily. "I mean I know I'm good, but I've only been here two hours."

"You mean have I heard that you have an ego the size of France?" JJ retorted, "Yeah, everybody's talking about it."

Morgan chuckled, this girl could hold her own. "Well at least they're still talking."

JJ smiled, "Whatever helps you sleep at night." Truthfully, she thought having Derek Morgan as a roommate could be a lot of fun. He was just the type of person that she tended to get along with well. "So where did you go to college?"

"Northwestern, I got both my BA in Psychology and my law degree there." Morgan answered, plopping himself down on JJ's bed without warning. "Then I joined the Chicago PD for a few years and now here I am. What about you Miss Thing?"

"I went to Pittsburgh for two years on a sports scholarship and was completely miserable, so one day I decided to apply to my dream school--Georgetown--and if I got in, I'd go no matter what. The next month I got my acceptance letter, and now I've got my BA in Communications and my Master's in Public Relations, and $60,000 in student loans. But it was worth it, it got me here." JJ explained, "Any idea what unit you want to get into? You seem like a White Collar Crime kinda guy."

"White Collar Crime? You wound me." Morgan gasped in mock horror, then started laughing, "I actually want to be in the BAU, but since everyone wants to be in the BAU right now, I'm going try for the Bomb Squad and go from there. I guess you want to be in the Media Liaison Department right?"

"Not really." JJ blurted, surprising even herself, "I mean if that's where they want me to go then fine, but I want to try something new. I mean I hate to bust your bubble, but not everyone wants to be in the BAU--some of us want to join the Organized Crime Unit."

"Oh, your one of those people." Morgan said in mock disgust.

"What do you mean 'those people'?" JJ asked, a little offended.

"The type of people who are content jockeying a desk job for the rest of your life. No glamour, no guts."

"Al Capone was plenty glamorous." JJ defended. "Have you never seen an episode of 'The Sopranos'? Yeah, that's what I thought." JJ suddenly felt a bit childish, but she sincerely wanted to stick her tongue out at the man in front of her.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night." He mimicked. "Seriously Barbie, I thought you'd be a little more hard core than that."

"Organized Crime is hard core." JJ sighed, in truth, it wasn't like she hadn't thought about the BAU. The only reason she was here right now was a profiler helped her decide that she wanted to feel rewarded in what she did. But the BAU got hundreds of applicants each year, and Derek Morgan seemed just like the type they'd take. If she had no shot at the BAU, then why not a perfectly respectable unit like Organized Crime, it wasn't like she was one of those Internal Affairs pansies.

"Organized Crime is like basketball in a football town. Its fine, but I just don't see it in you. That's all." Morgan defended, ignoring the small glare she sent him as she went to put her tooth brush in their shared bathroom.

"Alright then smarty, what unit do you see me in?" JJ challenged, sitting down beside him on her bed after she finished unpacking.

"The BAU." Morgan answered innocently, "You want to be in the BAU just as bad as I do, but you're too afraid to say so because you might not make it there."

"Wow, some profiler you're going to be." JJ teased, "You've got me pegged." In truth he did, but it's not like she was planning on admiting it to him anytime soon.

"Whatever you say." Morgan surrendered, although knowing he had been right, "So we've still got half an hour before we have to be at Orientation--what do you want to do?"

"I was really hoping to go for a run, but I don't think we have enough time." She shrugged. "What do you want to do?"

"Well I'm here and you're here..." Morgan grinned flirtatiously, "We could get to know each other a little better."

"That's it? That's the best line you've got?" JJ smirked, "My five year old nephew has better lines than that."

"I'll have you know that line has worked before, a lot of times before." Morgan defended.

"Well if you want to get with me you're going to have to do better than that." JJ informed, standing up. "C'mon, let's go ahead and go to the orientation. You're beloved profilers are going to be there."

"Fine" Morgan grumbled, he had never been knocked off his game before and it made him respect this girl even more--even though is was pretty frustrating, that was his best line after all. "But you're sitting by me when we get there."

"You big baby." JJ laughed. "Fine."

A/N 2: So? How did we do? Should we continue?