Ch 2: WHAT CASE?

"Guys, we got a case." JJ announced as stoically as one of the Buckingham Palace yards (well, if they talked) as she passed Morgan, Prentiss, Reid, and Garcia.

"Really? Uggh, why must this job ruin everything I hold near and dear to my h- I mean… uggh, whats the use." Garcia exclaimed without realizing it at first.

"Really, Garcia? Really?" JJ said, tilting her head to the side and raising her eyebrows in a state of disappointment.

"Really, what?" Morgan asked.

"Oh, nothing, nothing. I overreacted to the case, that's all."She countered.

"Speaking of that case…" JJ alluded.

They all walked into the bullpen and took their seats. Hotch and Rossi were already sitting down and there was a case file in front of each of their seats.

"Where to?" Rossi asked with a hint of a smile.

"Orlando." Hotch answered, stoically as ever. As IF Hotch could be anything but.

"Orlando?" Morgan asked. "Like Disney or something?"

"Something like that…" Garcia laughed, bursting into a fit of giggles. Rossi kicked her under the table.

"Alright, who squealed?" Rossi asked, glaring quizzically at Hotch and JJ.

"Squealed?" Morgan, Reid, and Prentiss asked at the same time.

"Um, uh, nobody, uh, squealed, sir." Garcia squeaked. "I, kinda, uh, hacked your computer and found a file marked…"

"Never mind that." Hotch interrupted.

"Marked what, Rossi?" Morgan asked, gazing intently at the seasoned agent. Just then, Prentiss and Reid opened up their case files.

"We're going on VACATION?" they asked.

"Vacation?" Morgan echoed.

"Yes, we're going on 'vayy-cayy-shunn'." Rossi mimicked in a voice that sounded more like somebody stepped on a panda elf than Reid, Morgan, or Prentiss' voices.

"And the hotel we're staying at is tres-fantastique!"Garcia gushed.

"And free." Hotch laughed. Prentiss bit her lip, but let go immediately. Hotch could melt her rock solid exterior, if only for a moment, like the sun could melt an ice cube. And she hated it. Hated that she loved him. Hated that they could never in a million years be together, not because of their jobs (uh, there are ways of getting around that), but because he didn't like her back. Or at least, that's what she thought.

"Yeah, an old friend of mine owns the place." Rossi explained, seeing the others' quizzical look at Hotch's statement.

"Rossi has friends?" Prentiss laughed. Everyone else laughed with her, even Rossi, who new due to Emily's sarcastic nature that she was joking.

"Yes, yes, Rossi has friends. Surprising, isn't it? Wheels up at 5pm, and I'M leaving, with or without you." Rossi laughed, waltzing out the door.