Okay I am 100% aware that I have a few stories on here that I have not looked at or updated in a while and really shouldn't be posting another Multi-Chapter fic but this story has been in my head for weeks on end and I had to start getting it down. In just under two days I already had four functioning chapters so I thought I might as well get it on here and see where it goes.

This is, to put it in short terms, a Jorgan take of the entire Criminal Minds series. From day one and is going to follow their rollercoaster or a journey. I have a lot of plans for this so I hope you all enjoy it as much as I have enjoyed getting it down.

Please, follow, favourite and review. There will be a shout out for the best review every chapter and I will also be running competitions throughout for people to win chapter ideas and oneshots so please stay tuned for this, it's going to be a good one I hope.

Without further ado, let us get on with the show.

Derek Morgan rolled out of the unknown bed, rubbing his heavy eyes roughly as he looked around. The bright pink walls and cat pictures scattered among them only increased his confusion and it wasn't until his eyes fell on the brunette in the bed next to him, still peacefully sleeping, that the memories from the previous night flooded his hungover mind; there was a lot of tequila, a lot of lap dancing, and a lot of sex. He cringed as he slowly stood, keeping his bare body covered with one of her bed sheets, trying not to wake her as he gathered his clothes. Once fully dressed, he grabbed his wallet from the floor and left the room, searching the strangely decorated apartment for the exit. Once out the door, he felt his eyes burn as the sunlight penetrated them, his hand searching his jeans pocket for his phone. 6% battery. 06.00am. He cursed out loud, looking up and down the street, hoping he would recognise it, needing to make his way back to the bar where his car was, get home to change and get to work all in 50 minutes. He was screwed. He walked aimlessly down the road, staring at his phone that had decided to die as he opened google maps. He was shocked when he heard a beep, a car pulling up next to him. The window rolled down and the grinning face of Elle greeted him, his cheeks flaring up as she pushed her sunglasses down her nose.

"Derek Morgan, what are you doing here so early in the morning?" She opened the door, allowing him to climb in. She could smell the tequila that was still radiating off his clothes, crinkling her nose in disgust.

"Don't say it. Can you please take me home, so I can change?" She laughed and nodded, the drive silent as he rubbed his head, the smell making his stomach churn. They pulled up outside his apartment block, Elle offering to wait for him while he ran in and got changed. In 20 minutes he was back down, showered and dressed accordingly, but still with bloodshot eyes and a banging headache.

"You look, and smell, better." She commented, Morgan scowling at her as she drove off. They had 10 minutes to get to work which, if she sped, they would make with about 30 seconds to spare.

"Are you ready to meet the new media liaison?" She asked, Morgan rolling his eyes.

"Oh please, media liaison, they have got to be kidding. It is probably going to be some old lady who smells like cats, has no legal training, and it going to try and take over our case load. Hotch is stupid for hiring someone to do a job we do perfectly fine on our own." He complained, Elle nodding in agreement.

"I agree, but I will admit, it'll be nice not having to deal with the media. They can be horrible rodents when they need a story." He laughed at her comment. Elle skidded into a parking space and the two sprinted to the elevator, their journey landing them 2 minutes to spare. They made it to level 6, just as Hotch was preparing to leave his office, practically launching themselves onto their desks as he looked up.

"BAU team to the conference room." He called, Garcia and Reid sniggering at the two out of breath, everyone meeting him and Gideon around the round table.

"As you all know, I have hired a media liaison to help us deal with our case load and handle the media while we are working a case. I understand your hostility on the arrangements but would appreciate it if you all helped me welcome her and settle her in nicely." They all shared looks as they nodded, every head turning as the conference room door opened. A tall blonde walked in, her hands clamped together in front of her nervously as she smiled at everyone.

"Team, I would like you to meet Jennifer Jareau, our new media liaison." The world around Morgan faded as he stared at the blonde, his mouth open. She was stunning, her long blonde hair pinned back in a pony tail, her side bangs shaping her face perfectly. She suited a black pencil skirt with a white shirt tucked in, her skirt fitting her hips elegantly, her figure pristine. She had the brightest smile, her cheeks rosy and her face suiting the slightest bit of make-up. Elle leaned forward and pushed Morgan's mouth shut before anyone could notice, her being first to stand and introduce herself.

"Elle Greenaway- it's a pleasure to meet you Jennifer." The two shook hands, Elle getting the feeling she would like her straight away.

"Please, call me JJ." Garcia was next to jump up, linking arms with Elle as they shook hands.

"I am so glad you are a woman, it's starting to get a bit overwhelming in here with all this man-candy." She winked, Hotch and Gideon sharing a look. Reid greeted her from the back of the group with a small wave, JJ waving back before shaking Gideon's hand and finally turning to Morgan who had yet to stand. When he did however, the wind was knocked out of her. The man stood boldly before her, his grey shirt sticking to his muscles, his pants tightly covering his crotch. He was handsome, she couldn't deny that, but his eyes were soft and delicate, a deep compassionate side lurking beneath them.

"Derek Morgan." They shook hands, electricity flying up both their arms as they connected. Gideon and Hotch were standing off in the back talking, Reid looking through a book he had brought with him, but Elle and Garcia could smell the chemistry off them the second their eyes made contact. They were going to have their fun with the pair. Everyone dispersed, Morgan offering to show JJ to her new office. As they walked through the bullpen, Garcia shouted over at Morgan as he walked past, her and Elle giggling to themselves.

"You look like you had a long night Derek. Who did you hook up with this time?" Cringing, he shot them a glare, holding the door open for JJ who laughed.

"I promise I don't always show up to work hungover. It was a rough case, so I decided to go to the bar and have a few." JJ nodded, though she frowned up at him.

"I understand, we all deserve to have a few, but you don't need to explain yourself to me." His face fell, but he knew she was right. Why should he explain himself to her? He held his hand out to the door which had a new sign on it. Jennifer Jareau, BAU Media Liaison. He noticed how her eyes lit up, a smile gracing his lips.

"Thank you for showing me to my office Agent Morgan." She looked up at him, her blue eyes sparkling in the dim corridor lighting. All he could was nod back before she disappeared into her office, slowly shutting the door behind herself. Once she was away from his gaze, she sighed heavily, leaning against the door. Wow was all she could think.