JJ's room

Jennifer Jareau woke up with a banging headache. Oh I am never drinking alcohol again. Never ever. The blonde agent held her hands to her head and squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block out the pain. She really wanted to get up and get herself some painkillers, but couldn't find the strength to move.

What happened last night? I don't even remember leaving the restaurant after dinner. How could I have been that drunk? I wasn't even planning on drinking that much. Oh my head really hurts.

JJ was pulled out of her thoughts by a loud grunt next to her. Who the hell is that? The young agent forced her eyes open and caught the sight of Agent David Rossi, fast asleep, right next to her.

Oh no. Oh no, oh no, oh no. Please don't say I slept with Rossi. Please, please, please.

She stared over at the older agent beside her, terrified of what they might have done. Wait, we are both fully dressed. So surely nothing happened, thank God.

JJ decided the best option would be to sneak out of the room. Hopefully Rossi wouldn't remember anything either. But he's in my room. How am going to explain that? I'll tell him I slept in with Emily.

She quickly and quietly rolled away from her colleague, slyly trying to creep off the side of the bed. She was doing quite well until she stood on something fuzzy, that moved from underneath her. She let out a faint scream, turning swiftly, hoping she hadn't woken the sleeping agent. But of course, she had.

"JJ, what's going on? Are you okay?" The older man asked through squinted eyes, obviously feeling the brunt of his own hangover.

"I don't know. I…" He waited for her to continue. "I have a hangover from hell and I don't remember anything that happened last night." She paused glancing around the room, before returning her eyes to the agent in her bed. "Why are you in my bed? And why is my room filled with ducks?"

"I…" Dave looked around the room and took in the feathered animals dotted around them, most of them were asleep. What are they doing in here? I don't remember anything either, he thought to himself. Why am I in her bed? "I don't remember either," he finally stated.

JJ's eyes widened as Rossi turned himself over to face her properly. "Oh my god. What's that on your arm?"

He looked down slowly at his right arm, inwardly beating himself for being this hung-over. Shock filled the agent, overcoming the pain of the hangover as he took in the tattoo on his arm. A small, red love heart with 'JJ' written through the middle of it, beamed up at him. "What the hell?"

Turning to the now pale looking blonde agent, he opened his mouth to say something but stopped himself as he caught a glimpse of her arm. "Looks like you got one too."

"What?" JJ spat, dragging her gaze down to her own arm. She had practically the same tattoo as him, small red heart, only this one read 'Dave'. "Why would we do this?" She hadn't felt the pain in her arm until now, the pain in her head had been distracting her. "Are you sure you don't remember anything?"

He shook his head. "The last thing I remember is eating dinner. I ordered the chicken and we had some really fancy white wine, I don't know what it was called. But that's all I remember doing last night" Starting to feel angry, he looked down at one of the ducks waddling around the bedroom floor. "Damn it, why can't I remember?"

"I barely remember dinner. I remember eating, but I don't even remember what I ordered."

"How did we get so drunk? I'm not exactly a light wait"

"I have no idea. I wasn't even planning on drinking that much at all. I wonder if the others remember. Surely at least one of them will be able to tell us what happened last night."

"I hope so."

As they fell into an uncomfortable silence, both agents found themselves, once again, glaring down at their tattoos, not quite sure what to make of them. They'd both flirted with each other in the past, but this was a whole different level.

JJ risked looking up at Dave, thankful he wasn't looking back. Why would I do this? I don't love him. I don't even have a crush on him. Or do I? I mean he's sweet and gorgeous but… Oh I do, I love him. When the hell did this happen? Does he like me too? No of course he doesn't. Then why would he get the tattoo?

David Rossi glanced at the puzzled looking agent in front of him. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah… Yeah I'm fine" That was a lie, she was far from fine and the look on his face showed that he didn't buy it. "My head just really hurts, and my arm. I'm never drinking again."

He let out a soft chuckle. "I would say the same, but I've said it so many times now, I know I'll never stick to it."

Her lips twitched upwards. "Yeah, well I mean it."

"You should go and get some pain killers for your head. I could use some myself, actually." With that said, he got off the bed and walked over to JJ. He wrapped his arm around her, pulling her closer to him and together they slowly exited the room, headed towards the lounge area of the villa.

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