I should of stayed in bed today, JJ thought to herself as she climbed out of her car. Since the moment her alarm clock woke her up out of a sound sleep, her gut had warned her that today was not going to be a good. And so far, her gut had been right. Her phone hadn't charged properly last night, the hot water heater was busted in her apartment, and she burnt her toast. She'd been up for two hours and all ready the day was shot to hell. Add in a regular circus of insane criminals, and hostile unsubs, and God knows what hell would be unleashed. Trudging into the building, the blonde knew that it would be a very long time till she retreated back to her Ford Focus and went home.
Spencer was checking his email, gearing up for the work day when he saw JJ practically stomping her way towards the bull pen. It didn't take a profiler to know she woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. "Hey JJ," he smiled, as the blonde walked by him. "Hey Reid" she mumbled as she headed towards her office. He watched silently as she slumped down at her desk, scowling at the amount of files on her desk. "Everything okay this morning, you seem a little mad," Reid asked. "Ugh, it's just one of those days where it's destined to be a horrible day," JJ sighed, not knowing even where to begin with the cases on her desk. "What do you mean? You woke up two hours ago, and just got into work," Reid puzzled. After she went through the list of all of the failures of the morning, Reid shook his head. "That doesn't mean anything bad is going to happen here. That was at your apartment, and so the bad luck will stay there," he smiled, hoping to make her feel better. "So you mean that I can be anxiety filled all day, knowing when I set foot in my apartment bad things will continue to happen" she said. Reid shrugged, "Eh, maybe". "Not helping Spencer, not helping," she glared as she put her head down to work on the files.
Although the team had not been summoned anywhere that day, it was still a long day of paperwork and case files for JJ and the rest of the team. By 11, JJ swore her hand was going to fall off from writing so much. Most agents preferred to type out their case reports due to the convenience factor. But JJ felt it was more personal handwriting the account, and since each case hit on a personal level, it felt right, even if her hand cramped up frequently. "Wanna grab a coffee and some air" Prentiss asked JJ, sensing the media liaison needed a break. JJ put the pen down and nodded. "Yea let me just get my wallet," she said rummaging through her purse. After realizing she never put her wallet in her bag this morning, she stomped her food. "Dammit, I must of left it on my coffee table". "I got this one, just come on" Prentiss assured her. JJ sighed, hating to borrow money, but knew protesting would have been futile.
The two agents were talking about odds and ends, when out of nowhere JJ flew across the coordinator. "What the hell" JJ said, rubbing her head trying to make sense of what caused her to fall and look like an ass. "This may be culprit" Prentiss said, holding up the heel of JJ's left pump. Closing her eyes, JJ grunted. It was all she could do from screaming. "I just paid 102 dollars for those shoes," she whined. Prentiss extended her hand to pull the agent off of the ground. " I'm sure Garcia can fix this, that woman does wonders with broken things," she said. JJ took the heel from Prentiss, and shoved it in her pocket, hobbling along to the coffee shop.
Getting there, much slower than they anticipated due to the shoe mishap, JJ was anxious to get some caffeine into her. Nothing a carmel latte couldn't fix, she thought. After placing her order, the barista told her that the shop was out of carmel, and if she would mind getting a mocha latte. "Seriously, you're a coffee shop" JJ said, making the barista flinch. "Jae, it's not the kid's fault they don't have your flavor," Prentiss pointed out. JJ immediately felt embarrassed. "Sorry, and yes Mocha will do," she grumbled. Waiting for her lattee, JJ sighed. "I should of stayed home today. What else could possibly go wrong," she wondered out loud. "Everyone down" a loud voice boomed from behind her. Both agents whipped around to find two men in ski masks waving a gun. Suddenly, JJ knew Mocha latte's were the least of her worries.