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The Pub mentioned in this story is an acutal place.
The quiet hum of the jet was soothing, after spending a week in hell. JJ looked up from her cases and thought so soothing that Rossi, Reid and Morgan were sleeping like a baby, or maybe that was from complete exhaustion.
Emily was fixing coffee and Hotch was working on some paper work.
JJ now there's a tough one. A stack of cases sat before her as she played God by choosing who lives or dies. Part of this job made her feel satisfied that she made the right decision and other part left her feeling guilty that she couldn't save them all. Her eyes were heavy. She rested her head on her fingertips as she rubbed her temples, letting out a breath of frustration. Suddenly she was met with a hot, steaming cup of coffee, in front of her face. She looked up to see Emily smiling down at her. "You're an angel." JJ said, gladly grabbing the cup of coffee.
"Take a break." Emily said sitting across from her.
"That's a joke. Case after case and it never has a silver lining, they just keep coming." Emily leaned forward and pulled all the case files she had been going through over to her side of the table. "What are you doing?" JJ said.
"Jayje, take a break. We did good this week, take a minute to feel the satisfaction of putting another sick maniac behind bars."
Hotch turned his head around the corner of her chair, "Yeah JJ take a break." He said with a smile.
"You're a fine one to talk." She said leaning back in her seat. "It does feel good when you think about it." She said taking a sip of her coffee and staring out the window.
"Yeah it does, it makes this job worth doing." Hotch said turning back around in his chair.
A smile lit up Emily's face, "What is it?" JJ asked.
"When we get back why don't we all go to the Rooster's Pub, we haven't been there for awhile. It will give us a chance to chill and relax and just enjoy each other's company without talking about a case."
JJ raised her hand, "I'm in."
"Me too." Hotch said.
"Me three." Rossi murmered.
"Party in the club." Morgan said.
"Seasoned fries." Reid said.
JJ leaned around her seat, "I thought you guys were sleeping."
Never moving or opening his eyes Reid said, "What, are you kidding, we just spent a week in Las Vegas looking at the carnage of the bombers victims and visiting my mother. I'm too wound up to wind down."
"Tell me about it. But I will tell you one thing, I am looking forward to dancing with my Snow White over there, in the Pub when we get back." Morgan said winking at Emily.
"I wouldn't mind a dance." JJ said to Reid who now was fake snoring to avoid the conversation.
Rossi then spoke up, "I'll tell you one thing, carnage doesn't bother me but a jet full of talking love birds does. It would be nice to get some peace and quiet around here."
JJ and Emily laughed slightly a Rossi's comment before Emily said in a slight whisper, "Here, let me help you go through some of these."
"Gladly." JJ said.
The Pub was hopping. Morgan grabbed Emily's hand pulling her on the dance floor, but she stopped him, "Hey babe, food, then dance." She said. Emily looked behind her and saw Garcia and yelled for her, "Hey Garcia, you're alley cat over here needs someone to dance with."
"You can't say no to that." Garcia said, running up to Morgan.
The rest of the team sat down a table. "Alright let's get some drinks." JJ said.
"Hey JJ let me show you something." Reid said standing up.
"Okay." She said questioning his motive. She gladly took his hand as he pulled her to the dance floor. Reid wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her in close and started busting some moves. To her total surprise Reid was dancing against her pretty good, so she gladly returned his every move with one of her own. "Where did you learn how to dance?"
"Morgan showed me, it's really all just science."
JJ put her finger over his mouth, "Don't ruin the moment with that word." She rubbed her hands through his boy band hair cut and whispered in his ear, "This is super sexy."
Emily, Rossi and Hotch couldn't believe their eyes. Reid was actually dancing and doing good at that. Looking back at the menus Rossi asked, "So what are we going to order?"
"Hmmm…order seasoned fries, and all the wings we can eat and plenty of beer to go around and I think that should cover it. As for PG she'll want a Margarita." Emily said.
Rossi and Hotch folded their menus and laid them back down on the table, "Sounds like a plan to me." Hotch said.
Emily looked around and saw the restrooms, "I think I'm going to hit the ladies room and I'll be right back." She stood up and scrambled through the crowd, when she noticed a man sitting in the corner of the pub, sharply dressed with smoke rising from his cigar, and foam dripping down the side of his pint glass. She paused for a moment to look at this suspicious figure and noticed he was looking to the dance floor, his eyes never moving, but focused on one thing and whatever it was she had no clue. Then after pondering for just a moment she continued to the restroom and returned back to the table minutes later. Her mind was in thought about the suspicious man and of course, your very seasoned profilers Rossi and Morgan picked up on it.
"What's wrong?" Hotch asked.
Emily let out a breath of air, and a little roll of they eyes, her tell sign that something was up, "Nothing, just a funny feeling that's all."
"Are you sure?" Rossi asked.
"Positive, just some hyper vigilance, nothing to worry about." Just then the beers were brought to the table. Emily took a sip and looked in the direction of the mysterious man, and then she let herself forget he was there.
When the wings and fries made it to the table everyone sat down to enjoy each other's company. After letting their food settle Morgan dragged Emily to the dance floor, "You can't refuse this time."
"Who said I was." She said smiling, exchanging positions and pulling him behind her. They pulled each other close, grinding one another move for move. Every now and then Morgan would lay a kiss on her neck, intimately, rubbing his hands along the curves of her body.
"Get a room!" Rossi shouted at them.
Everyone at the table just laughed. "I think I'm going to the bathroom on that note, excuse me." JJ said.
She walked to the bathroom, not even noticing the eyes of Emily's mystery man watching her every move, every beautiful curvaceous move. Quietly to himself he said, "This is the one boss man wanted, pull her out the window, as long as the restroom is empty and don't forget to shut it back." His words went directly to the two other men waiting outside for his orders. I'd like to have a piece of her myself. He thought and maybe he would.
JJ went into the bathroom and when she was finished, she primped in front of the mirror, for a moment before she felt a sting in the back of her neck. She turned around quickly but no one was there. Weakness had begun to overpower her, falling to her knees. Her eye lids were becoming heavy and she fell the rest of the way to the floor. She felt paralyzed and caught a slight movement, out of the corner of her eye, before being flooded with total darkness.
The mysterious man had word of mission accomplished. He paid his tab and slipped out unnoticed.
Reid was at the table looking at desert choices when he said, "JJ's been gone awhile, you think she's alright?"
Garcia stood up, "I'm sure she's fine. Just primping, but I'll go check on her for you lover boy." Garcia pranced off to the bathroom, where she was met with a line of empty stalls, and not a soul to be found. First there was panic then there was, "Maybe I just missed her, or she might be playing darts. I'll go get Emily just to make sure." Garcia hurriedly went to the dance floor, "Sorry to interrupt this love fest but I need to borrow Emily." She said inserting herself between them and grabbing Emily by the arm.
"Hey baby girl, what's wrong?" Morgan called after her.
"Girl stuff." Then without a word Garcia drug Emily to the bathroom. When she flung the door open she said, "Do you see anybody?"
"No." Emily said. "What is this about?"
"JJ went to the bathroom and time went by, I don't know how much time, Reid said something so I came to check and she's not here."
"Okay, just calm down."
Garcia pushed her glasses up, "Okay, deep breaths, calm down. What do we do?"
"Walk calmly over to the dart board area, we know how she loves dart games. Try to go unnoticed by the team for now. I'll look in the bathroom and scan the crowd, then we meet back here."
"Okay." Garcia left and Emily scanned the bathroom once more and then stepped out. She looked in the corner, where the mysterious man was sitting, he was now gone. She scanned the room and there was no sign of JJ. Garcia came running back. "Did you find her?"
"No. Did you?"
"No."
"Oh god, Emily she's gone. My JJ's gone."
"It's okay we'll find her." Emily and Garcia ran out to the table and the rest of the team was standing up waiting for them.
"What's wrong?" Hotch asked in his stoic manner, losing all of the emotion he was showing only moments earlier.
"JJ's missing. We can't find her anywhere." Garcia exclaimed letting the tears stream down her face.
A search ensued. The pub was brought to a halt, and all matters concerning JJ were priority. No one left or entered the pub. The team searched inside and out. When all places had been looked over they all ran into each other by the front door. By the look on every one's faces Hotch knew JJ had not been found. "This is now an official FBI investigation. This is personal, I understand, but question everybody and I'll alert the P.D."
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