Chapter one: "JJ"

As the noise of keys clanging and sheet shuffling intruded the place a shout went out from Prentiss about going to the pub across the way and getting wasted. Hotch declined claiming he was collecting his son for the weekend and was planning to spend every minute with him.

"JJ no cases are to come in this weekend. Do you hear me? NONE!!!" Hotch declared accompanied with a stare that evidently scared JJ but a wink from Hotch was to follow as he left. He entered the lift with a hop much to every ones amazement.

"Did Hotch just do a skip" asked an incredulous Morgan

"It was more of a hop I reckon" mused Prentiss

"So you are going to get technical on me at 11.30 on a Friday night about the specifics of a hop verse skip" Morgan stated stunned then delivered one of his killer smiles and yelled "Prentiss is buying first rounds!!"

Prentiss threw a paper ball at him but laughingly agreed. JJ mused Hotch had been down recently she figured seeing his son is exactly what he needed. JJ looked at Reid who hadn't said much through this all in fact she thought he hadn't said much of anything all day. Another person she was worried about.

"So Reid you up for a night out with the team?" she asked a little too lightly and came out loaded with meaning.

Reid looked up surprised but stuttering said " Maybe another night I think I'll just go home and crash"

Morgan looking mocked stunned "that is what Saturday lie ins are for man" as if it was totally obvious

"Well cool it just you, JJ and myself" Prentiss said as she grabbed her coat and headed for the lift " lets get out of here before it's Monday morning again"

A series of 'bye' 'see you Monday' were exchanged as Reid was left standing in the lift going down to the basement. The others got off on ground floor and headed for the pub to relax and forget recent cases. All of them had felt it but none had voiced it but the cases were getting worse, more violent and more personal.

"Three beers please" Prentiss ordered "table four" pointing to a table in the corner. She could not believed their luck at getting a table but they swooped in as a couple had left. She returned to the table to see Morgan and JJ arguing over whether Hotch should start dating someone.

"He has been just left by his wife he so not ready to start seeing some one"

"That is exactly why he should get out there , back on the horse he will help him move on" Morgan argued.

Typical Morgan answer she thought. "You would solve the world problem by 'getting back on the horse'" chuckled Prentiss .

" So is this going to be the ladies against me all night then" sighed a defeated Morgan.

" Not just all night" Prentiss shot back as she and JJ high-fived.

The first round of drinks arrived then the second and third. By the fourth they were very relaxed.Morgan was looking on the dance floor longingly and Prentiss observed this with amusement.

"Are you ever going to ask me to dance" she laughed as she grabbed his hand and pulled him to the dance floor. Morgan gestured for JJ to follow but she declined saying she would hold the table.

Morgan shrugged as if it was her loss and followed Prentiss on to the dance floor where things really heated up for them. JJ watched them laughing to herself. Their sixth or seventh round she had lost count arrived. She took a swig of her drink and put it down. She was so amused by Morgan and Prentiss dancing she never noticed the guy come up behind her .

Morgan was loving drunk Prentiss and loving dancing with her even more but he was exhausted and needed more fuel so motioned to the table and started to proceed towards it. He noticed as he made his way there was a weird guy standing very close to JJ and his hand seemed to be over her drink. He started to pick up his pace but this place was packed and he was struggling to keep sight of JJ. He managed to push his way through as JJ was about to take another mouthful of her drink. Morgan yelled "Don't" and knocked the glass from her hand.

He took a good look at the drink and then moved around JJ and smacked the guy square on the jaw. Morgan was yelling at the guy "did you do it? you son of a bitch! Do you think it is funny?"

JJ was yelling at Morgan to stop. She was completely confused at what was going on. She grabbed his arm as he brought it up for another punch. The touch from JJ seemed to bring Morgan back to his senses.

He spun around and ask " JJ are you ok? Did you drink much of the drink?"

"Of course I'm ok ….no I didn't…. why? She asked him puzzled what this was all that about.

"He had his hand over your drink and it has a semi dissolved powder in it. I think he spiked your drink JJ."

JJ looked from the glass to the guy and back to the glass. She took a tiny sip of the drink and it did taste weird but she thought she was just imagining it. She was shocked. She was a special trained agent of the FBI and she had her drink spiked. Prentiss had been a bit behind Morgan but caught up to him just as he laid his first punch. Once she had heard what Morgan said she started to grab their coats and pulled Morgan and JJ aside.

"Let's get out of here"

"What and let this guy spike someone else's drink?"

" Morgan you punched this guy with no prove, no crime. A suspicion is all well and good but if he presses charges you're the one in the wrong."

"She is right Morgan. Lets get of here" Morgan gave a slight nod of surrender but then turned back to the scumbag

" If I ever catch you doing this again or here of it being done in this club I coming for you. You hear we're FBI don't think it won't happen" without another word they left.

Once outside Morgan turned to JJ and Prentiss " I'm sorry for going all insert cool macho man ref here"

"It is ok thank god you saw him spike my drink. I owe you. You're my hero Morgan" JJ declared as she gave him a big wet one on the cheek.

"OH I definitely think it is time we all sobered up" Morgan said laughingly.

"Lets get a taxi and get home" Prentiss said looking around for a taxi.

No one noticed the man had followed them out. He stayed in the shadow of the club. He couldn't tear his eyes of JJ. The way she laughed. The swish of her hair. How dare that dirty son of a bitch touch his women. He would pay for it soon. The guy gently touched his now enlarged lip He would pay very soon. He wasn't fully disconcerted though for he learnt a new piece of information. Her nickname. "JJ" he liked the way it sounded on his lips.

"JJ".

Ok long time since I posted a story so feedback greatly appreciated. Any tips hints or advice would be fantastic.