A/N: Ok kind of a short chappy I know... but I hope you like it non the less. The next chapter should be longer! Enjoy!

CHAPTER 2

"Is that why Garcia is so upset? Because you lied to us?" Morgan all but yelled at the blonde at the front of the room.

"Morgan, I don't think…" Hotch tried to calm the younger mans rage but was cut off before he had a chance to finish.

"No Hotch. She lied to us about Emily's death. She let us grieve for her knowing the entire time that she was alive and well and living in Paris."

"Morgan I did it to protect her and the team." JJ weakly tried to defend her actions.

"Protect us?" He scoffed at her explanation. "I can take care of myself JJ and I can assure you any help I do need won't be coming from you." And with that final declaration Morgan left the room, Garcia silently trailing behind him.

JJ stood at the front of the room her thumb and forefinger pressed against her nose as Morgan and Garcia exited. She waited for them to leave before making eye contact with anyone in the room. She wasn't surprised when Rossi stood and made his way over to her.

He placed his hand on her shoulder as he passed by heading for the door. "They'll come around. These kind of things take time." She nodded at him grateful for his understanding. It only made sense he'd been around longer, seen more. Once Rossi had left she turned her attention back to Reid.

He sat at the end of the table with his eyes cast down. She could see he was deep in thought. But what she couldn't tell was how he was taking all this. Was he angry with her like Morgan and Garcia had been, understanding like Rossi or somewhere in between.

"Spence?" She said his name softly as she sat down in the chair beside him. Not getting an answer she glanced at Hotch before she tried again. "Spencer?"

He looked into her eyes for a few seconds before he spoke. "I, uh, I should go." He pointed at the door as he spoke but didn't make an attempt to get up.

"Spence are you ok? I know this is a lot," she tried to comfort him, make sure he was ok but truth be told what she really wanted to know was if they were ok. If this had ruined their friendship but now was not the time for her to be selfish, "we can talk about it if you want."

"She's ok?" JJ nodded her head yes. "Doyle's really dead?" again JJ nodded her reply. "When?"

"Two nights ago, one of our tactical teams…" JJ started to explain.

"No." Reid cut her off with a monotone voice. "I mean when is Emily coming back?"

"Oh, um she should be back in the states tomorrow, back in the area in a couple days."

"Ok." Reid nodded as he took in all the information he'd been provided with in the last 20 minutes and made his way out of the room.

"Spence" JJ called as he reached the doorway, but he didn't stop as he made his way out.

"Dave's right you know." Hotch said getting her attention. "They'll come around, it'll just take time." JJ nodded and leaned back against the wall. "Now may not be the best time, but head brass is giving us another profiler." He paused waiting for her to catch up to the new conversation. "I asked you once before if you had considered the classes." He waited as realization came over her face.

"Hotch, I don't know. With everything that's happened…." She trailed of not sure of the answer she wanted to give. A few short months ago she might have jumped at the opportunity to be back with her old team. But things were different now they didn't trust her surely they wouldn't want her around now. "I have to get back to work." She stated and made her way towards the exit.

"Think about it." Hotch called to her. She turned and gave a small forced smile and made her way to the parking lot.