Hopefully chapter 1 caught your interest. I couldn't just leave my new readers with that so here's some more BAU lovin' Oh & I obviously don't own CM or Paget would be a billionaire and air in every episode. Let's not talk about it.
Chapter II Cancelled Plans
"So what are everyone's plans for the weekend?" David Rossi asks his fellow profilers as the six members of the BAU board the jet. The case they had just closed in Colorado had been hard on everyone and they were all looking forward to a relaxing weekend more the usual.
"Sleep. Just lots of sleep." Spencer Reid replies, only half-awake. The rest of the team chuckled although they all felt the same. The plane ride would give them all the opportunity the catch up on some much needed shut eye.
"Oh, come on Pretty Boy! You cannot seriously be planning on spending the entire weekend in bed." Derek Morgan called from the back of the plane.
"Like you planned on doing anything different." Emily Prentiss said, already knowing the type of answer she would receive.
"That's exactly what I plan on doing Prentiss," Derek smirked, "Except I won't be alone."
"You're a pig." Emily replied as she placed her feet on the seat beside her and a pillow on JJ's shoulder. The blonde media liaison gave her a look.
"Do you know how long this flight is?" Emily peered up at her friend said,
"Yea, not long enough," and closed her eyes. Jennifer Jareau sighed as she adjusted her own pillow and propped her legs on the opposite seat as Emily had.
"What about you Sunshine?" Morgan asked.
"Hmm?" JJ opened one eye to look at Derek and realized he had asked her a question. "Oh, just hanging out with the little man I suppose."
"He's almost five now right?" Aaron Hotchner asked the liaison. JJ nodded against her pillow, eyes already closing again. Sooner than they expected, the entire team was asleep forgetting about sharing their weekend plans with the rest. As turbulence increased, the six were jostled awake minutes before landing. No one spoke, as they were all still too tired to form coherent sentences, until they mumbled their goodbyes in the Bureau parking lot. As each member shut the door of their vehicles, a sound they did not expect to hear for the next three days startled them: their cell phones. Before anyone had a chance to put their car in 'drive', they were out again, heading towards the entrance of the building they both hated and loved; one more than the other at the moment. Apparently, a teenage girl had been kidnapped almost 24 hours ago from her home in New Jersey. Normally, this wouldn't be the kind of case the FBI's finest would be involved in, but this was different. The kidnapper had specifically demanded the presence of the BAU.