"JJ, that's your fifth drink." Emily Prentiss appeared concerned as she pointed out the obvious to her friend. The three ladies of the BAU were out at one of the local bars for one of their regular monthly gatherings, but both Prentiss and Garcia could tell something was different this time with their usually cheerful friend.

"What's wrong honey, you can tell us." Garcia prodded gently, sensing it was a night that JJ needed her friends. It wasn't uncommon that one of them ended up needing extra support on these gatherings, depending on where each was at in their life. For quite some time it had been Emily as she dealt with being back from "the dead" and Ian Doyle. Before that Garcia had needed a lot of support as she dealt with her shooting and near death experience. JJ's life had seemed fairly uneventful in comparison aside from becoming engaged, though she had not said much about it at this point. Both ladies sensed this was about to change as JJ accepted her sixth drink from the bartender who was happy to comply with her requests as soon as he had been assured she wouldn't be driving.

"Will and I had a fight," JJ said, not surprising the two women who had often seen indicators that the relationship had its issues, though the couple had often seemed able to work through them eventually.

"He's still mad because of you leaving to go on cases?" Prentiss hazarded a guess, knowing most of the altercations had been over Will's frustration over JJ's refusal to settle into a more housewife type role.

"No, something new this time," JJ said, a blush coloring her cheeks even though the alcohol had numbed her to a point that she felt less self-conscious about discussing the new issue that had been raised.

"He says I don't know how to please him anymore." JJ confessed as she took another sip of her drink and stared at her two good friends as she watched the confused looks settle on their faces.

"Please him?" Prentiss finally asked, still looking unsure as to whether she had heard correctly.

"Yes, in the bedroom." JJ clarified watching her friends gape at her revelation.

"He told you that? What a turd." Garcia couldn't help but lash out at the man she knew had hurt her friend.

"Yep, he said it used to be fun but now I wasn't as good as I used to be, or some such nonsense. I didn't listen very long. I'm used to his other putdowns, about my cooking or not being home enough. Or my ability to keep the house clean, not being there for Henry, but this seems to be a new low." JJ admitted, a look of anger crossing her face as she signaled the bartender. "Perhaps if he treated me like more than just a hole in the mattress I might enjoy it more." She said ruefully, surprising her friends with her candor as they realized she was probably drunker than they had thought as she continued. "Apparently he thinks five minutes of foreplay should be all it takes to turn me into a wanton sex slave, like a kiss and a few gropes is going to get me turned on. He used to at least put a little more effort into things." She groused as she ruminated over the sad state of her sex life.

"Men do quit trying sometimes when they think they've got you." Prentiss pointed out, even though she realized her blonde friend probably wouldn't remember half of what they had said, if that, when morning rolled around.

As JJ continued to drink she shared with her friends even more of the hurtful things that Will had said to her, feeling better for getting the pain out as her friends sympathetically listened. "If it wasn't for Henry I'd just leave his sorry ass." She finally said morosely before she laid her head on the wooden surface looking a little green around the gills. "I should go home, I'm drunk enough that he can have his way with me and I probably won't care."

Their eyes meeting over their friends head the two more sober agents made an executive decision about where JJ would be spending the night as Prentiss began helping a weaving JJ to her car while Garcia called Will to inform him that they had decided to have a sleepover. She fought to keep her voice calm as she spoke to the man, wanting to tell him what she thought of him but held her tongue. She didn't say anything more figuring it wouldn't help anything if he knew JJ had gotten drunk while talking about their sex life.

JJ headed straight for the sofa in Prentiss's apartment and flopped on the cool leather with a groan, looking like she was about to pass out as the women started putting their things down.

"She is going to have the hangover of the century tomorrow," Garcia said sympathetically, already thinking they would probably need to help her call in sick to work first thing in the morning, hoping she could disguise the hangover aspect of it from the vigilant profilers. "Poor Jayje, I wish there was something we could do to help." She empathized, knowing that this was the kind of criticism and verbal abuse that could leave lasting wounds and damage to undermine one's self confidence.

"Maybe there is," Prentiss was thoughtful as she eyed their friend only a few feet away but seemingly oblivious to her surroundings. "JJ's sexual self-esteem is in the toilet, maybe we can hook her up with someone to help her remember what it feels like to truly be desired and appreciated. Help her remember what it feels like to be turned on and not feel like she has to perform on command."

Garcia's eyes went wide at the suggestion her dark haired friend was making. "Seriously Em, you think getting some random guy would help JJ? Don't you think it would make things worse if she feels she can only get good sex from a stranger, she needs emotional validation as well."

"Oh please Garcia, give me SOME credit." Prentiss almost laughed, "no I don't mean we get some random male gigolo, I was thinking of friends, friends who truly care about her like we do. They say friends make the best lovers right?"

"Please tell me you're thinking of some friends I don't know about who aren't on the team?" Garcia said shocked as she tried to fathom who Prentiss could be referring to.

"What? They're the logical choice, I'm pretty sure none of them would mind." Prentiss said laughing, "I've caught them all looking at least once or twice, they'd probably be thrilled to help out."

"She would kill us if the guys knew about this, not to mention it'd be breaking the rules and besides how would we even pick one?" Garcia could almost feel herself start stammering as she studied her friend, trying to decide if Emily was as drunk as JJ for even suggesting such an idea. Taking up the challenge Emily proceeded to warm to the idea and began working to win the technical analyst over to her way of thinking and to see the merits of her plan.

When morning came, as the other women expected, JJ was in no shape to go to work. She only just barely lifted her head up to call Hotch and ask for the day off which was easily granted at the sound of her voice. As Prentiss got ready for work she hastily scribbled a note to JJ to enjoy her day in peace and to recover from the hangover while assuring her she didn't need to worry about contacting anyone as Will would naturally assume she was at the office. After making sure the note was placed next to a bottle of aspirin the other two women left, already planning their approach to the men as they hoped that JJ wouldn't kill them later, though they fully planned to take her glock away before they approached the idea with her.