This is my first Criminal Minds fic so go easy on me! I love the JJ/Morgan pairing. I don't know why, I am just drawn to them.

I don't own the show or its characters, unfortunately.

Enjoy!

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Chapter 1

It was what they did. It hadn't started off to be something of this magnitude but it certainly turned out to be. At the beginning they told each other it was because of the situation. They needed to feel alive while one of their own was fighting for their life. What it turned into was something neither of them could control. Nor, in the end, did they want to.

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The first time it happened was after JJ told him Elle had been shot. He tried to turn the car around but she stopped him. Told him Hotch said to keep going and the best thing they could do was get the information on Rebecca and find the unsub. It took all his control not to rip the steering wheel off it column as he reluctantly continued on to the girl's parent's home.

After learning all they could about Rebecca they climbed back into the SUV and began the trip back to the BAU. They quickly called Garcia while they still had cell service to have her look for all information pertaining to Rebecca's family. As they drove in awkward silence, JJ could see and feel the tension coming off Morgan in waves. He hadn't said anything else regarding Elle and her shooting since she told him and she knew that fact in and of itself was telling. She could tell by the way he gripped the wheel, his uneven breathing and his constant stare on the road that he was on the verge of exploding.

To be honest, her insides were churning too but she was slightly numb to it all. She barely felt anything and that scared the hell out of her. She was so lost in her own thoughts she hadn't registered he pulled the car over on the side of the partially deserted road until she heard his door slam shut. She watched as he paced in front of the car his muscles clenched and his jaw set.

He wanted to hit someone. He wanted to him someone hard. He settled instead for kicking and pounding the hood and bumper of the SUV with his hands and feet. When he was done kicking the front grill, nearly cracking it, he leaned his head in his hands on the hood, occasionally pounding a fist into the hood whenever a stray thought of Elle's situation passed through his mind. He didn't know what to think, or what to feel.

He felt empty. He thought beating the crap out of the car would help. He was a man's man after all. The kind of guy who often solved his problems by hitting a punching bag, firing his gun at the range or going for a long run in the cold of night. He was a man of action. But beating the crap out of the car didn't help. It only made the emptiness and anger grow. If JJ hadn't been in the car he would have turned it around, Hotch be damned. But she was right. Hell, JJ usually was he scoffed to himself. "JJ" he thought. In all his anger and loathing, he had completely forgotten about her. Looking up to find the passenger seat empty, he was about to call out to her when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

She wasn't sure what made her get out of the truck or what made her go up to him. She moved purely on autopilot. Not really thinking or feeling. As she touched him she felt a spark of life go through her. When his head whipped around to meet her gaze, she thought she saw the same thing in his eyes too. Neither said anything though, neither moved for what felt like an eternity. Later she wouldn't be able to tell who moved first, although she was fairly certain she was a split second faster than him but the next thing she knew, their lips were smashed together in a heated kiss. Not the kind of kiss that makes you realize you just found the man of your dreams but the kind of kiss that makes your toes curl and left you breathless wanting more. And suddenly all of JJ felt very much alive.

When her lips crashed his it was like someone opened a flood gate. His body burned with desire as he pushed her up again the hood of the truck, his hands roaming and touching wherever they could reach. He moaned when she wrapped one her legs around his and rolled her hips that brought his growing erection closer to her center. Letting out a low feral growl, he pulled back, took hold of her wrist and led her around to the passenger side of the car. He was done thinking, he needed to feel and by god he wanted to know what it felt like to be inside Jennifer Jareau. Damn the consequences, he needed this and by her moaning and grinding, he could tell she needed it too.

JJ was on fire. She couldn't pull him close enough or kiss him hard enough to fill the growing ache between her legs. If he didn't get the car door open soon she was going to pull his pants down and let him take her right there outside up against the side of the truck. "Fuck" she muttered when he pressed her against the car and his hips ground hard into hers.

"God JJ…" he moaned at the new sensation. He felt like he could cum in his pants right there and they'd barely done anything. Ripping the door open, he pulled her off the truck with such force they nearly stumbled backwards onto the ground. He recovered though and she slowly backed her up towards and into the backseat of the truck.

Hands pulled at any clothing that could be removed. His shirt was completely off while hers was simply left haphazardly unbuttoned, her bra never removed. Her pants were all the way off while his pooled around his ankles. This wasn't about being gentle or loving. This was about sex, plain and simple. This was about feeling alive and fulfilling a raw need within them.

He nearly put his boot clad foot through the window behind him in an effort to gain to leverage to thrust into her. His hands gripped her hip and shoulder tight enough to leave bruises while her nails raked down his back with enough force to draw blood. Their moans, gasps and occasional curses were all that could be heard inside the dark vehicle.

She climaxed first, her body arching off the seat, presenting Morgan with a new angle that allowed him to thrust deep within her. The new angle combined with JJ's loud moans sent him spiraling over the edge. Their heaving breathing was all that could be heard for several minutes. Once back down from their respective highs, their eyes locked for a moment. Morgan moved a stray piece of hair off JJ's face but neither spoke. They simply separated and quickly redressed.

As they drove down the darkened highway, they would occasionally glance in the other's direction but no words were exchanged. JJ could see Morgan was much more relaxed. It was evident in the way his hand was casually slung over the steering wheel as opposed to the white knuckle grip he had on it earlier. She was just about to speak the first words between either of them since they had sex when his phone rang; it was Garcia.

"Talk to me" he casually greeted.

She was surprised at how easily he switched back into professional mode. Keeping an even tone, he and Garcia conversed about the fire that claimed the lives of everyone except Rebecca and her father. He would glance over in her direction but his eyes gave nothing away. Years of being an undercover cop she thought to herself. If there was ever a difficult person to read, especially when they wanted to hide something, it was Morgan.

The only emotion that was easy to read off him was anger. Morgan did not hide that emotion well at all. Case in point their earlier situation. At the thought of their earlier encounter, her belly fluttered and the ache between her legs quickly returned. At some point she knew they were going to have to talk about it. She didn't regret it though. She might regret the bruises on her shoulder and hip in the morning but she didn't regret the sex. They were adults, humans, who in a moment of emotional need turned to each other.

Garcia abruptly hanging up on them snapped her out of her reverie.

"That was strange" she muttered to no one in particular. It wasn't like Garcia to suddenly hang up on one of them, especially Morgan.

"She realized something important. I'm sure she'll call back to tell us once she informs the others"

"Yeah"

They quickly fell back into silence. His eyes on the road, hers looking out her window at the dark shadows that quickly flew by.

After a few moments of watching her out of the corner of his eye, Morgan decided to finally say something. And while a small part of him felt guilty for what happened, an extremely larger part thoroughly enjoyed it. A man would have to be totally blind not to see how absolutely gorgeous Jennifer Jareau was. He sure couldn't deny he found himself having not so friendly thoughts about her on more than one occasion. Hell, the first day they met he imagined her naked! "JJ about before…"

"Don't worry about it" She quickly countered and began to laugh at the look of utter shock on his face. "Yeah it was a mistake but really it's ok." It was more than ok in her book she could tell he wasn't so sure so she played it off. She'd be lying though if she said she hadn't wondered what it would be like to have sex with Derek Morgan. While she hadn't imagined it happening quite the way it did, she still didn't find it any less fulfilling. Yes what they did was definitely ok with her.

"Yeah, ok" Morgan replied, his eyes never leaving the road. He too knew it was a mistake but that didn't stop him from wondering; wondering about the possibilities.

And that was that. Not another word was spoken for the rest of the ride. As far as both were concerned they were two friends who had a one time quickie in the back seat of an SUV to deal with the stress of a situation. Plain and simple.

The only problem was it didn't turn out to be just one time. And it was far from being simple.

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Well there is chapter 1!

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