"Jayje how long has this been going on?" JJ could practically feel the worry emanating from her friend. How could she have let this go on? Deep down she knew that Will would never hurt their son, but he was drunk. She felt guilty for making her friend deal with him, but she knew Daisy would do anything to help. And with two kids of her own, she was sure she could trust her with Henry.

"A month." At that Daisy put two and two together. She had talked with Shelby, or JJ as she liked to be called now, about telling Will about a month ago. Obviously she had, and he hadn't taken it so well. She was furious but most of all worried.

"Don't worry, I'll go pick the little guy up and then I'll give that bastard a piece of my mind." It was no secret that Daisy hadn't liked Will from the beginning. He was practically an older version of Scott, athletic, a playboy. He was bound to hurt her friend, but she also knew that at the time, he was exactly what JJ needed, a long distance relationship, for a person with commitment issues, not that she could blame her, was perfect.

"Dais, no. He's drunk and I don't know what he's capable of. Promise me you're just going to get Henry and go."

"Ok hun, don't worry. But you and I are going to talk about this when you get back ok?"

"Ok. Gotta go. Talk when we get back." And with that she entered their "case room" as they had come to call it, to a sneezing Morgan.

After an echo of "bless you" made its way across the room, JJ sat down next to Morgan and stared at the files in front of her. She was trying to focus on the case files, but all she could see and hear was Morgan's deep breaths and the clenching and unclenching of his hands. It was difficult to not make the connection, but personal experience told her not to mention it, since she was pretty sure that Morgan could very well mistake their concern for pity. What had happened to him was overwhelmingly similar, which gave her an odd idea.

"Guys up to now we assumed that the victims' connection was the similarity in their physical appearance, they were victims of opportunity, right?" When she had the attention of everyone in the room she said, "Why don't we look at their after school activities, we know they didn't go to the same school, but what if their activities intersect somewhere else?" As soon as she said that, she felt Morgan's eyes on her and didn't miss the appreciative nod. He knew she'd made the connection, but hadn't mentioned it and Morgan was grateful.

It was getting late, and since they had no indication that the UnSub would kill again soon, Hotch told them that they were heading to their hotel soon, but since they had no leads other than JJ's hunch which could not be verified or discarded due to the lateness of the hour, they could decide what to do as long as they didn't stay out too late.

At that Morgan shot out of his seat and walked out the precinct to unwind. His secret was out, and although JJ knew that it wasn't right for her to think like that, she was jealous, because he could show he wasn't ok, but everyone knew the boundaries when it came to him.

She was about to head out herself when Emily caught her eye, approaching her with a worried look on her face. "Is he ok?" she asked, referring to Morgan.

"I hope so." She muttered. "You know he doesn't like to talk about it though." She warned Emily. She knew that the older woman had her ways of making people talk, when they needed to and that is why she opted to distance herself from her.

"Well it doesn't help that he's bunking up with Reid." Emily replied, teasingly. "Well I think Reid's googlemouth could actually help distract him." "Agreed" was all Emily said as they made their way toward the SUV. Unknowingly, JJ had given Emily a course of action. Distraction was what the blonde needed, that much was made clear.

At the Hotel lobby, Reid, who had reached the hotel first, approached them. "Hey, do you mind sharing a room, uhm, because earlier, remember Morgan sneezed, and, well there are other symptoms as well, elevated temperature, glazy eyes, and then again, he probably wants to be alone and my rumbling won't really help." He said while fidgeting, and before JJ could respond, Emily had already given the ok.

It wasn't that she minded sharing a room with Emily, as a matter of fact, in the past she had looked forward to it and their impromptu slumber parties. Now Rossi and Hotch weren't going to share a room, as the seniors of the team, and the only other option that would leave her alone would be if Emily were to share a room with Reid. Which after the last time, when she was woken in the middle of the night with a knock on the door and a very grumpy Emily, because, as she had put it, "the Reindroid hibernate mode, doesn't include a mute version", wasn't likely.

Emily thankfully seemed to understand that she didn't want to talk about what was bothering her and was now making small talk. If anyone could understand the need to "hide" from their past, that would be Emily.

"Em, do you mind if I take a shower first?" Lord knows she needed it. She hadn't felt this way since…

"No, go ahead" was the brunette's response. She was worried about Morgan, and ever since their encounter with chief McCreepy in the precinct she was getting worried about JJ. She knew he shouldn't push, but she didn't like the looks that guy was giving JJ, and she sure as hell didn't want her friend to feel uncomfortable because of him. She was sure that the look of recognition JJ had given the guy was indeed real, but she would simply let her friend know that she was there for her, when she needed to talk; at least for the time being.

Distracted by her thoughts as she was, she was shocked to find out that JJ had been in the shower for 45 minutes. That was not normal. As a profiler, she noticed things, and the most time JJ had ever taken in the shower was 20 minutes. This 225% of that, "Woah, Spence, slow down", she thought.

She knocked on the door. "JJ is everything ok?"

She heard a muffled, "yeah, just a second" and went back to her bed. When JJ made her way out, she was fully dressed. That did strike her as odd, as the two women had shared rooms plenty of times and although not entirely naked, they were not ashamed of being in each other's presence with barely a towel on. In fact, Emily had grown to long for those moments, those glimpses of skin and wet blonde hair. She knew it was wrong, she knew JJ was only her friend, but she couldn't help it. She saw this however as another sign. JJ didn't want to feel exposed, she was lifting walls around herself, and as she was about to ask again, if the younger woman was ok, Jennifer took out a book, a sign, Emily came to notice meant "do not disturb".

She let out a breath and went to take a shower herself, making a promise to herself, that when the younger woman was ready to talk, she would be there.