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"We're going to Scotland?" asked Emily excitedly. "I've always wanted to go there."

"We're all going. Remeber, we're going to work," Hotch said firmly.

"That doesn't mean we can't enjoy ourselves. Maybe you could find a Scottish hunny," Morgan said jokingly to which Hotch just raised his eyebrow.

"Flight's tomorrow morning, see JJ for more datails. See you at the airport." This ended the meeting and they left the room.

The next afternoon they were standing outside at a bus station with one of the police officers on the case. "I apologise we haven't been able to get you rooms at a hotel."

"That's fine, as long as we've got a roof over our heads we're good," said JJ.

"You'll be staying with a friend of mine who has space enough for all of you. Oh, here she comes." A short haired brunette with jeans and a faux leather jacket and glasses.

"All right, whoever's coming with me get in and the rest can go with Mike."

When the first car was full they pulled out of the parking lot and drove away. "So, where's this Leven at?" Garcia asked from the backseat.

"Leven, with a long 'E', hen. And it's about eight miles that way," she pointed in the direction the car was going.

"Sorry, hen?"

"Oh, sorry! Hen's a pleasantry that you'll probably hear a lot here. Mostly used for women. For example: "no problem, hen" would be pretty much the same as "no problem, babe.""

"Oh, ok." Garcia smiled.

"I'm Sarah, by the way. Not sure if Mike told you or not."

"Aaron Hotchner, Jennifer Jareau, Penelope Garcia and Derek Morgan," Hotch introduced. "Thank you for letting us stay with you."

"No problem. I think Mike phoned me 'cause he knows about my American accent thing."

"American accent thing?" asked Morgan.

"I love the American accent. People around here think I'm strange, I don't take it too personally though since I'm not actually from here."

"Where are you from?" JJ asked curiously.

"Sweden. I used to live up Glasgow way, but moved here when I got a better job."

"How come you moved here?" Morgan asked.

Sarah laughed to herself. "A guy."

"You still together?" asked Garcia.

Sarah shook her head, "no. It was all fine and well for a while. But when I started making friends he got all weird on me, so I left," she shrugged. "Oh well. At least the weather's not been too bad."

They arrived at Sarah's apartment where she ushered everyone in. "To your left: my bedroom, to your right: living room slash bedroom, second door: bathroom, straight forward: bedroom and kitchen. Make yourselves at home. If there's anything you need just let me know."

"Awesome TV," Morgan commented walking into the first room.

It was late one night when Hotch heard the bathroom light and fan flick on. He knew the others had gone to bed already so he figured it had to be Sarah. A few minutes later the light was turned off. There was a gentle knock on Hotch's door, which he'd left slightly ajar, and after he'd answered Sarah's head poked in.

"Everything all right?" she asked.

"Everything's fine."

"Can't sleep?" she asked and continued when he looked up at her. "It's 2.30 in the morning and your light's not been turned off at all. I can't sleep either. I was actually thinking of taking a drive to see if that helps. You can come along if you'd like."

Hotch accepted the invitation and went with her out to the car. Just before driving away Sarah turned the cd player on and the familiar tune of Don't Fear the Reaper floated out of the speakers. He recognized some of the roads they went down but most of he'd never seen before. They didn't speak much until Sarah suddenly sang along to one of the songs where Hotch turned in his seat to look at her with surprise.

"Sorry, that came out without me meaning to," Sarah apologized.

"Don't worry about it," he said leaning back again but he could watched her as she was drumming on the steering wheel and mouthing the words. "Sing," he said. "If that relaxes you, that's what you should do."

She turned her head to look at him for a second before taking her eyes back to the road. She started to sing along quietly but she smiled when he joined in. The rest of the drive alternated between singing and talking.