A/N
I wrote this oneshot drabble right now while having lunch because I keep seeing the headlines everywhere and it annoys the hell out of me. I mean, I don't have an opinion on their relationship and I don't care about gossip media, but I generally HATE shipnames for the exact reason Blake states down below.
"That makes me shudder," Blake said and pointed to the newspaper on the lunchroom table.
"What? The Brangelina break-up? I didn't know you cared about celebrities."
"Not that. The name. 'Brangelina'. Like they stopped being two individuals when they became a couple."
"I think it's only used when they're referred to as an item. Like Mr and Mrs… Smith," Morgan finished, almost without grinning.
"It still sounds awful. Brangelina. TomKat. Bennifer. Billary."
"Billary?"
"Bill and Hillary."
"What's wrong with that, though?" Rossi mused. "We sometimes refer to you and JJ as 'JJake'."
Blake was caught off guard by his remark and could only stare, speechless.
"Close your mouth, Alex," Rossi chuckled. "Everyone knows. Including Cruz, so you don't have to rush to any conclusions about either of you losing your job."
JJ smirked and patted Blake's arm.
"I told you you didn't have to worry."
Blake still looked like she had gotten a shock.
"JJake?" she asked when she finally could speak again. "Really?"
"Yup. We could have gone with Jalex, but John and Alex from Domestics already go by that, so it seemed confusing."
"It sounds terrible," Blake winced.
"Not as bad as BlaJJ. Honestly Alex, your name is hard to ship."
"Thank you…?"
"It would work with yours though," JJ said, all the while caressing Blake's arm to assure her she was just joking. "'Blossi', that sounds kind of cute."
"It sounds better than 'Rake', Rossi agreed. "Bleid. Blotch."
"Knock it off," Blake groaned. "Forget I even brought it up." She poured ketchup over her lunch a bit more aggressively than the action warranted.
"Blorgan."
Blake threw her head back and growled.
"One more of those stupid ship names and I'll…"
Hotch opened the door.
"We have a case. Possible spree killer in Virginia. Wheels up in ten. We have to hit the ground running, Reid, you and I take the first crime scene, Rossi and Morgan take the second and third - they're only a mile apart - and JJake…"
Blake held it in. JJ's fingers pinching her helped.
"… you talk to the local authorities. Let's go."
They abandoned their lunch and rushed to get their stuff.
"JJake?" Blake mouthed as they hurried out to the jet.
"At least we're not on the front page for breaking up," JJ said.
"That's true."