"When dealing with people, remember you are not dealing with creatures of logic, but creatures of emotion."

Dale Carnegie

Jennifer Jureau was known to be a busy woman. Throughout a business week, she was known to stay late and look through the gruesome cases that her team was supposed to be taking on. That line of work could get to anyone in time, the bodies of women, men…children. They all needed help, but she had to decide whether someone got to live or to die in some cases. The lives of people on her shoulders could sometimes feel like a lot of pressure, but she dealt with it. After all, she had grown up in a small Pennsylvania playing soccer where everyone was watching her…expecting her to win. She was perfect for his job; she never buckled or panicked under pressure. It was just now starting to bear down on her. All those times that she had rejected a case, had more people died? Had parents died leaving their children behind? She was reminded of her son and couldn't help feeling guilty. As those thoughts once again grazed her mind she decided that it was time for her to go home, it was already 11:30. Why had she stayed so late? It always seemed like whenever she got to work she was in an endless trance, too focused to remember the other things; her son and boyfriend. As she shut the folder of another case that she was forced to reject she picked up her purse, looking over the BAU offices. All the lights were off…every single one except for hers and one across the catwalk. Aaron Hotchner was also a very driven man, he never knew when to some. He had always been a workaholic, but JJ had a theory that ever since his ex-wife's death he had thrown himself even further into his work load. Sometimes she just wished he would let himself off the hook and go home early to his son. She switched the light off in her office and checked her phone quickly; there was a message from her boyfriend.

Another late night? Don't worry I'll be sure to make breakfast for you in the morning and a cup coffee just how you like it. ;) –Will.

At first JJ was confused, but then she remember that today was a Friday. Finally, the weekend was here and she could sleep and spend time with her family. She was slightly surprised at how excited she was to not be coming to work. Sure, she loved the people she worked with, but sometimes a girl just needs a break. The blonde agent walked across the catwalk and poked her head into Hotch's office.

"It's almost midnight, Hotch." JJ informed him, hoping that he would understand where she was going with this.

Hotch looked up from his desk and she noticed the dark circles surrounding his eyes. "I'm almost done with this case report." He told her, nodding down to the packet that was lying on his desk.

JJ rolled her eyes and put her hands on her hips. She walked into his office and stood across from his desk. "Aaron." She gave him a knowing stare, raising one of her eyebrows. He stared back at her and then gave in with a slight nod.

"Why can't I ever say no to you?" He asked, grabbing his bag and standing up. He walked towards the door, gesturing for JJ to exit first.

"Oh don't worry. No one can." JJ smiled to herself, shooting a playful smirk back at her unit chief and the corners of his mouth twitched with what she thought to be an almost smile. Hotch had plenty of those, but he rarely ever fully smiled.

Hotch met JJ's blue eyes with his dark brown ones before they split to go to their cars. "Have a good weekend, JJ. You worked hard this week, you deserve it." He gave her a polite nod before walking down the sidewalk towards his car. JJ smiled at him, grateful for his recognition and then walked in the opposite direction towards her own car. It was a black Jeep Grand Cherokee and a lot of people thought it was too big of a car for her, but to JJ it was go big or go home. She started it, glad to hear the rev of the engine to break the silence of the night. The headlights automatically came on and she pulled out of her parking spot. It took her 15 minutes to get back to her house and she wasn't surprised to find that all the lights were off. Her boyfriend and son were probably in bed already and she didn't blame them, the clock in her car read 12:15. She got out of her car and glanced around the darkness of the shadows. She remembered cases where women were taken right in front of their houses when their husbands were just a few feet away on the other side of the door. JJ gulped nervously and quickly put her car keys in her purse while glancing around. That was when she remembered she still had her FBI belt on; even the security of having a gun strapped to her hip didn't comfort her as she walked the short walk to the front porch. There she fiddled with the key for a few seconds, but eventually got it in the lock making sure to open it as quietly as she possibly could. The living room was dark, but to her surprise she saw Will sitting on the couch watching a football game. He looked over the back of the couch when she walked in.

"You're home." He grinned at her and stood up. "We are gonna have one hell of a day tomorrow, hun. Henry and I planned the whole thing just for you because we both think you're workin' too hard." He hugged her tightly.

"You boys are always trying to soften me up." JJ joked, wrapping her arms around him. "Can I have a hint?" She asked, referring to his mention of the day that they'd had planned for Saturday. If Henry had helped she was sure it would have something to do with the park or ice cream, but it didn't matter to her as long as they were together.

"Nope. It's a surprise, Cher. You're gonna have to wait and see." Will paused and brushed a strand of her blonde hair behind her ear so that her view of him wasn't obstructed anymore. "How was work today?" He asked.

"A whole lot of paperwork and no cases for us to take on. I can't tell if that's a good thing or a bad thing." She shrugged, entwining her fingers with his as she put her work stuff down on the table and they walked up to the bedroom together.

"You're here with us for a whole weekend. It's definitely a good thing." Will kissed her forehead as they entered the bedroom. JJ didn't even wait to take her clothes off, she immediately collapsed on the bed, but Will wasn't going to have it. "Oh come on, you have to change." He chuckled.

"No…" JJ buried her face in the soft pillow only to feel Will lifted her out of the bed. He smiled and undressed her quickly before redressing her in some sweatpants and a tank top. He carried her into the bathroom and then nodded towards the toothbrush. Lifting a tired hand, JJ picked it up and brushed her teeth quickly.

Will nodded when she finished and smiled. "Now we can go to bed, sleeping beauty." He teased, walking with her back towards the bed where she instantly laid down again. She felt Will wrap his arms around her and pull her close to him. They both fell asleep in that position, wrapped in each other's arms…well until JJ's phone rang. They both heard it, but JJ was the first to react. Her work phone was ringing; whenever that rang she had to answer it because, most likely, it was someone important. She remembered that it was somewhere in her purse and slid off the bed and onto the floor where her purse was, digging for it. When her fingers wrapped around it she answered it right away without even checking the caller ID.

"Hello?" JJ asked, glancing over at the bed to see that Will was sitting up. She read the time off of the clock on her nightstand and tried not to groan. It was 4:00 in the morning.

"Hello Agent Jureau, it's Strauss." The woman on the other end said and JJ instantaneously straightened up and listened carefully. "It seems that an urgent case has come up and you need to get the team in right away because we're on a time limit."

"But ma'am, it's the weekend…" JJ tried to protest as politely as she knew how.

"Do you think serial killers stop killing on the weekends Agent?" Strauss asked, sarcastically. There was an edge on her tone and JJ assumed it was probably because of how early it was in the morning.

"No ma'am. I'll get the team together right away. Umm…where are we going?" JJ asked and heard Will groan from the bed behind her. She held up a finger to shush him and he became silent.

"San Francisco. A serial killer is murdering young children every three days and the police there are getting desperate. Homeland security has already tried to work things out and set a curfew, but bodies are still turning up. They need profilers and insight so I told them that the BAU would be there as soon as they could, which is soon, right Agent Jureau?" Strauss was expecting the answer yes.

JJ provided it, "Yes ma'am. I'll get them together as quick as I can. Thanks, goodbye." She rolled her eyes and hung up. "We have a case." She told Will, rubbing her eyes. All she wanted to do was go back to bed, but now she had to call all of her team members and wake them up in the middle of the night. Fun.

Will looked at her, "Why did they call this early?" He asked.

"It's urgent. There's a guy…well…he's killing kids every three days and we need to get to San Francisco as quickly as possible because they're running out of options." JJ sighed, "I wish I could say I didn't want to go, but they really need us now…kids are dying."

"I know, JJ. I understand. We'll be here when you get back and I'll tell Henry when he wakes up. Just…call me when you get there." Will told her, swinging his feet over the side of the bed. He walked into the closet and pulled out her "go" bag, handing it to her. She quickly got dressed, putting a black pencil skirt with a white flanel shirt tucked into it. After brushing her hair and her teeth she decided it was time to call her team...at 4:30 in the morning...on a Friday.

"Safety and security don't just happen, they are the result of collective consensus and public investment. We owe our children, the most vulnerable citizens in our society, a life free of violence and fear."

Nelson Mandela