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It's clear out the laptop time, here's a little drabble I probably wrote when I was supposed to be working!
Here's number 3 of procrastination one-shots.
Let me know what you think.
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Hotch looked straight ahead, his focus on the ticking of the clock on the far wall while JJ intensely studied the Unit Chief's tie, as she straightened the silky material before smiling confidently up at the nervous older man. "Don't worry, everything will be fine."
"There are a lot of people out there." Hotch said in a low tone, aware of the rest of the team hovering close by all with anxious expressions etched onto their faces.
JJ placed her hands onto the taller agent's shoulders and brushed downwards until she could straighten the lapels. "They're just reporters, nothing we haven't dealt with before."
He watched her nod in satisfaction at his appearance and smile once more with a confident ease. "This is probably the biggest case we've ever worked on. I've never seen so many reporters in one place."
"It's just like every other case." JJ smirked. "Remember, reporters are like dogs, horses and babies, they sense fear."
"I'm nervous." He leaned in and whispered, not wanting the other profiler's to overhear his timid words.
JJ cocked her head to the side. "I'll be right beside you. I'll introduce you, you give the profile, I'll handle all the questions. Don't smile but don't scowl either. Just take a few deep breaths and concentrate on delivering the profile."
"What if I mess up?" Hotch asked uncertainly.
"You won't because I'll be right beside you." JJ encouraged as she squeezed his arm.
He closed his eyes briefly. "How are you so calm?"
She shrugged quickly. "I've had a lot of practice at this."
"I feel sick." He muttered in distain.
Hiding her smirk, the former liaison shook her head slowly. "There is no need to worry, Hotch."
"I can't believe you're so calm." Hotch retorted with an eye roll.
"One of us has to be." JJ chuckled dryly.
He glared momentarily. "What if this press conference doesn't work?"
"Then we'll go to Plan B, then, if that doesn't work, we'll go to Plan C and so on and so forth." JJ reassured. "This is just like any other case Hotch, remember that. You've dealt with worse UNSUBs than those reporters out there."
Reluctantly, the Unit Chief nodded and inhaled slowly. "Thank you, for doing this. Press conferences aren't supposed to land on your desk as much anymore."
"Hotch, this is a walk in the park for me." JJ smiled warmly in contentment.
The supervisor eyed the petite blonde unsurely. "You're enjoying my squirming, aren't you?"
"A little." She admitted quietly, concentrating on examining his appearance.
"You both ready?" Rossi called out from the doorway.
JJ stepped back and smiled brightly at Hotch, calming his nerves suddenly. "Yeah, sure, let's get this done."