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Don't you wanna stay here a little while

don't you wanna hold each other tight

don't you wanna fall asleep with me tonight

don't you wanna stay here a little while

we can make forever feel this way

don't you wanna stay

I began to explain the case. It was a series of home invasions in Denver that had escalated to the murders of families. After I finished briefing the team, I watched as they spit balled ideas, giving snips of profiles, and relating this case to other previous cases.

"Alright every body. We're going to Denver. Wheel's up in 30," Hotch said quickly. Everyone nodded, collecting their files and bags and moved to the bull pen.

I looked at Hotch for a moment, trying to study his expressions, trying to read his mind. I couldn't. He was walled off and he wasn't letting any one in.

He caught me looking and shook his head 'no' at me. With that he left the room, once again, leaving me alone. I sighed and followed him out. I went into the bathroom to splash some cool water onto my face. I had gotten frustrated with Hotch, and I knew my face was probably flushed. As i entered the bathroom, I heard someone muttering in Italian.

"Come sono arrivato in questo pasticcio? Perché sono tornato?" As I rounded the corner, I saw Emily leaning against the counter, back to the mirror, looking up at the ceiling.

"You talk to yourself in Italian?" I asked smiling. She jumped.

"Oh Jesus, Jayje. You scared me. I didn't see you," Emily exclaimed.

I laughed, "I'm sorry, Em…so, uh, Italian?" I asked, waiting for an explanation.

She sighed, "Only when I'm stressed…and the fingernails," She admitted and flashed her bitten and picked at finger nails. She started to walk towards the door. I followed. We exited the bathroom and continued talking.

"I'm sorry you're stressed…what's going on? You wanna talk?" I asked her. She shook her head. She never wanted to talk. Then slowly and reluctantly, she nodded. We started walking to her desk where she had her grabbed her bag and we started walking towards the elevator.

"Ok, then let's talk," I said, "What's going on?" I pressed the elevator button.

"Well…" Emily began, and brought her voice down lower, into a whisper as we stepped into the elevator, "Strauss…um, well, she's asked me to do something…that I don't want to do."

I looked at her confused, "What kind of something?" The elevator stopped, the doors opened and we stepped out.

"She wants me to," Emily paused and looked both ways to make sure no one was around, "Report things…about the team."

"What?" I asked surprised.

"Especially about Hotch…she…doesn't think he's the best fit to lead our team," She said quietly.

"She said that?" I asked. I was angry, but not too surprised.

Emily nodded slowly.

"Oh my god," I muttered angrily…then something dawned on me. Did Hotch know about this? Was this why he was acting strangely. We had reached the air strip. We stopped infront of the stairs of the jet.

"You haven't told anyone this? Hotch?" I asked.

"Just you…you will keep this a secret, right?" Emily asked me. She had eyes big, like a little kid asking their best friend to keep a promise.

"Of course, Emily," I said nodding.

"Promise?" She asked hesitantly. I sighed. I hated making promises that I couldn't be sure if I couldn't keep. But of course, like a good friend, I had to. She had to trust me. They all did.

"Promise," I said nodding. Then a dawn of realization came across Emily's face.

"Wait…JJ," She said slowly.

"What?" I asked.

"Is that why you've been acting weird…Hotch? Is something up with him? With you? With you and him?" Emily asked

"I don't know what is going on with Hotch, but it has nothing to do with me, I can tell you that," I said quickly, suddenly getting frustrated.

"Hey, I wasn't accusing you of anything. You don't need to get defensive!" Emily said. I sighed.

"I know. I'm sorry…I'm just…" I didn't know the word, so I let her finish for me.

"Stressed…I get it, believe me," Emily said nodding.

"C'mon, looks like Derek and Spence are coming. We should board," I said and we walked up together. I sat down and began reviewing the case file, but I couldn't help but think about Hotch. Now I was all too worried about what was going on with him.

Emily sat down across from, like always, leaving another seat open for Rossi, and another for Hotch. Derek usually leaned against the back of my seat, standing, and Reid usually sat on the couch across from us.

She chuckled.

"What?" I asked.

"I feel bad for Hotch," She whispered.

"Why?" I asked.

"Well now he has to deal with Haley. She hates his job, you and I both know that. You don't think she got excited, even just for a second, when Strauss suspended Hotch and suggested he switch to a white collar crime division?" Emily said. I thought for a moment. "She must be pissed," Emily continued, smiling, shaking her head.

It was sort of a joke we all, even Hotch at times, had, about how he could sometimes be more married to this team, and a case, or his desk, then he was to his wife. Little did we know at the time, that that was exactly why Hotch was being weird.

Hotch boarded and sat next to me, brushing his hand on my thigh as he sat down. He quickly pulled it away, however, and apologized.

"I'm sorry," He said. He looked stern, but almost embarrassed. Emily eyed me, but I quickly looked away, not wanting her to be able to read me. For that one moment, I felt that spark he and I used to feel when we saw each other, but that quickly went away. I couldn't feel that way anymore. It was wrong and I had made a promise.