That night had been a particularly had night for Jennifer Jareau, considering all of the victims were around her age, around her height, and had blonde hair. "What if I had been targeted?" This thought raced through her mind all night. All day before they had caught the unsub. "It could have been me." She tried to push all thoughts from her mind. But it was near impossible. So she kept thinking about it. All night.

Emily Prentiss was one of JJ's best friends, though she and JJ both wanted it to be something more, and had noted that the blonde had been distant for the whole case. She had tried to talk to her but JJ just brushed her off, telling her, "I'm fine." When Derek had invited them out to drinks JJ had declined and retreated to her car rather quickly. Emily, still curious of what was going on with her friend, went after her. She followed JJ to the hotel they would be staying in for one more night before going back to Quantico the next morning. When JJ slipped into her room Emily noticed a wetness on her shoulder. After knocking on JJ's door the blonde slowly opened it. "Emily?" Without being invited in the black haired agent walked into the messy hotel room. "What's going on with you tonight?" Emily asked her. JJ sighs and sits down on the single bed. She starts to talk, "Blonde women being killed, my height, around my age, I easily could of been the next target. The next victim. What if I had been killed?" Emily shakes her head.

She looks at JJ and says, "You always have your gun, he couldn't have gotten you." Emily sits beside her friend. Jennifer was convinced that she could have died despite Emily's attempts to calm her. As JJ was rambling on about blondes Emily pressed her lips to JJ's to quiet her. When Emily pulls back JJ's eyes are wide with surprise. "W-why do that?" She asked. Emily shrugs her shoulders. Jennifer forcefully grabs Emily's cheeks and pulls her lips back onto her's which causes Emily to inhale sharply at the sudden change of position. When both of their tops had come off they had yet to acknowledge the knocking on the door, Emily had been too distracted feeling JJ up. When JJ moaned at Emily's touch the knocker must've thought it was a invitation into the room. "Oh my G-" the women heard someone say behind them. Both of their heads turn to the doorway to find their boss, Aaron Hotchner. He turns around. "I came to check on JJ," he says quickly. "I'm gonna go now." And then he leaves. They turn back to each other. "That was uncomfortable," the black haired agent laughs. "Agreed."