It's been 4 years. 4 whole years since Jordan came back from the dead, Reid thought. It was a surprise to him that he didn't rat him out for the identity he created for himself. Spencer Reid is a lie, but he wasn't. He still kept in contact with his old team he needed to make sure that they were safe. The Hunter was dead, wasn't he? He thought Jordan was dead after the explosion, and he was wrong about that. What if he was wrong about him too?
Reid shook the thoughts out his mind. It's been 11 years, surely if he wanted revenge on all of them, he would have done it by now? He tossed and turned in his bed unsure of where his mind was at in his hotel room. Case. They have a case, and he has to focus on that. Over the years, he came back in contact with his old team in the CIA. He still kept in contact with Brad and George, but Hanna went off the grid. She ran, he figured.
His phone suddenly rang. An unknown number; looks untraceable. Garcia probably couldn't track it. You may think Reid was jumping to conclusions too fast, but deep down, he already knew who it was. Sometimes he wished they were never sent in that case. That mission. His life would've been so much simpler. The whole team could be just one big happy family in the CIA doing active missions, not hiding and doing undercover work in the FBI. If he hadn't met Jason Gideon, he would be long dead.
"Did you miss me?" An edited voice said.
Reid froze. No. It can't be. He briskly hung up and sighed, as he knew what this meant. He was in danger. Matthew was in danger. So was Bradley, George, Hanna-They all were.
At that moment, all Reid wanted to do was fall asleep and not wake up as he sighed and rubbed his eyes with his palms. OK, I need a plan, he thought. He couldn't ask for help from his new team, he didn't care much for them anyway. It may seem cruel, but he didn't ask for friendship. From the minute he walked in the BAU at 21, he tried to keep them all at a distance, but they wouldn't let him. Pretending to be some awkward, nerdy, autistic, eccentric genius could get exhausting, but he was good at it. The mask only slipped once when he met Jordan, almost 4 years ago, and the team did interrogate him about it. Him and Mathew. He couldn't blame them however, it was obvious to anyone that that encounter was more than just about that damn report, but they soon forgot about it.
He finally decided that he would arrange a meeting with his old team, he needed to let them know exactly what was going on. He still, was technically still part of the CIA. He had a deal with them so that he could give them information whilst keeping his identity a secret. It's been a while; his sniper and expertise in martial arts were rusty, but Jordan can help with that. He's always been better.
"He's back, and with full force." Reid blurted out at the table of the restaurant his old team, including Jordan, were sitting at.
"We know, Hunter gave us all a rather friendly call last week," Hanna replied with dread.
They were all silent for a while; no one knew what to do. It's been 11 years now, and they all went their separate ways to create a new life and forget about their past. Now, it was official, it was coming back.
"Fuck." Was all Jordan said rather loudly.
"Ok, let's not all lose our heads. We have to be careful now more than ever. Hunter is by far one of the most dangerous criminals we have ever met. What about your team Spencer? Matt? Do they know?." Hanna looked at them both and saw they both shook their heads.
"They don't even know we knew each other before Jordan joined, they suspected, but were able to pull it off," Reid assured.
"Good, the fewer people know the better, now it's time to come up with a plan. We need to stay apart- It'll be harder to track us all down."
"We need to be careful." George chimed in."Trust no one. Just like when were in the CIA."
Paranoia quickly set in for both agents over the course of the next few months. They all did. The young team remained to live in fear and slept with one eye open; every night. It started to take a toll on all of them too, which wasn't a surprise either. They all started to withdraw from everyone, as they new The Hunter had the capability to kill everyone they had ever met.
"Jordan, my office, now," Hotch said with a stern voice.
The entire team, with the exception of Reid, looked up from their paperwork to see Jordan reluctantly follow Hotch up to his office.
"It's about time," Prentiss sighed, "I'm worried about him. Have you been noticing his behaviour lately? He's hiding something."
"He's starting to develop bags under his eyes. Irritable, withdrawn, and he's lost motivation at work. He's beginning to show signs of a serious depression. Maybe the job has finally gotten to him. It gets everyone eventually." Rossi proposed.
"I think it's more than that. Jordan was always quiet and devoted to his work, but now, that's all he does. He's trying to distract himself. Prentiss is right; he's hiding something."
Ever since Jordan received his phone call from Hunter, it's been like he's sleepwalking. Nothing seemed to matter anymore, or at least he wished they didn't. He was trapped; he and Reid. As he followed his boss to his office, he noticed that it looked exactly the same since he first stepped foot here 4 years ago. He's almost 31 now. It's funny, how in all that time he hasn't been here since. He sat down opposite Hotch and he stared at him for a while. Hotch didn't really know how to start the conversation, so removed his stoic façade and gave a face of genuine concern.
"Jordan...are you alright?" He started.
Jordan responded with a slightly confused face. "What do you mean?" He suddenly found his fingers fascinating.
"Matthew, I have been your boss for almost 5 years, but I'm also your friend. You know you can tell me anything right?"
Matthew. It had been the first time in 5 years since Hotchner called him by his first name. It felt unnatural; foreign.
"I've noticed these past few months that things haven't been the same with you," Hotch finally decided to address the elephant in the room, "Are you depressed?"
"No."
Silence. Eerie, deathly silence. Hotch sighed exasperatedly.
"I want you to go home for the rest of the week, and come in for a psych evaluation on Friday. That's an order, Jordan." He proposed with confidence.
"I don't need one, I'm fine really."
"It's my job to take care of my agents Jordan. We'll see what the psychiatrist says-"
"I said I don't need one! What I need to do is my fucking job!" Jordan screamed uncharacteristically from the top of his lungs and he stood up and leant over the desk to look straight into Hotch's eyes, invading his personal space.
Hotch couldn't deny the fact that he flinched slightly at his outburst. Not because he was intimidated, but because he never expected that to come from him. That wasn't in the profile. The only sound in the room was of Jordan's heavy breathing.
"I suggest you take this opportunity to leave now or do something you'll regret." He suggested in a calm but angry tone.
Jordan clenched his perfectly structured jaw and then proceed to storm out of the room, slamming the door shut and attracted the other agents in the bullpen. He purposefully ignored them and headed straight for the exit. It wasn't until he was on the subway home he'd realised what he had done.
Great. He thought. They are probably certain that something is wrong.
He didn't care, however. It was next week's problem.
"What happened?!" Morgan exclaimed as Hotch left his office looking quite overwhelmed.
"I don't know. I confronted him about his behaviour, he only replied, in short, simple sentences. I asked him to use some of the BAU's resources to help him with whatever he was going through, he snapped and left."
"That doesn't sound like him at all." Muttered Reid.
"I know," Hotch replied, " He was completely out of character."
"I don't mean to be rude," Rossi began, "But we don't have time for this, we have a case."
"Rossi is right, we have a case."
Reluctantly, they all halted their conversation and proceeded to the conference room.
Jordan finally arrived home later that evening. He closed the door and then proceeded to punch it in frustration. It hurt, but it was a good, satisfactory kind of hurt. He decided to take a shower to ease the pain off his shoulders, then sat down in front of the large, modern TV he owned and began channel surfing. Nothing interested him, though, until he heard a dainty knocking at the door.
It was JJ. His heart thumped and he instantly felt nervous upon seeing her.
"I just wanted to see how you were doing. Mind if I come in?"
"No problem."
They talked for hours, just like old times. They both missed this. Things never were really the same again after they almost had sex on Jordan's kitchen counter almost 2 years ago. They both forgot about it eventually, and they came to grow close. Their feelings, however, never changed. The pair dated with other people for quite some time, but it never went anywhere. Perhaps they knew they were drawn to each other.
JJ looked at the clock. 1:12am. Shit. Time really did fly by. It felt like that night was happening again.
Jordan noticed how close they were to each other. He was laying on his back on the sofa, with her laying on top of his chest with a blanket covering both of them as the lay in the darkness of the room as they finish another episode of a sitcom. He sighed, he hadn't felt this happy in a long time, but like all good things, it had to come to an end.
"I think it's time we call it a night" He suggested out of the blue.
"Not just yet. I wanted to talk about what happened at work today."
Jordan sighed and was slightly agitated to find out that the entire night had been a ruse to try and get him to open up.
"I'm going to bed." He announced mechanically as he sat up, lifting JJ from him.
"Why do you have to shut everyone out, Matt?! You have not been the same this past couple of months, I just want to know why-"
"God JJ why do you need to know every single detail of my life JJ?! It's MY life. Go get your own."
"You should listen to yourself, your such an asshole!"
Jordan had it. He grabbed JJ and pinned her against the wall with his hand on her neck as a warning. He leant in close until their noses were almost touching and started talking in a quiet, yet menacing tone,
"Don't you EVER presume to know what I am, JJ-"
"I don't even know who you are anymore! Just look at yourself for a second!"
After they had finished their scream-fest, they stared at each other, panting for what seemed like forever, until, very suddenly Jordan crashed his lips onto hers in a rough manner. She gasped but hungrily kissed back as they panted harshly, as she proceeded to take off his shirt.
"Bedroom." She mumbled between breaths.
"No, right here." He demanded in a low, seductive tone. He flipped her over and pinned her against the wall.
She moaned lowly as Jordan rammed at her ass. She could feel what he had for her through his trousers as he teased her with the friction.
He was the one dominating the situation as she stood there pinned against the all with his arm, helpless. Helpless as he ripped off her clothes with force. Helpless as he whispered in her ear on all the things he will do to her. Helpless as he nibbled at her earlobe and cupped her round ass. Helpless as he entered harshly, giving her barely any time to adjust to his immodest length.
It wasn't long before he began thrusting into her like an animal, again and again with full force. She could only imagine what he was doing behind her, as the room slowly filled with primal moans and grunts coming from both parties, every thrust sending both of them close to the edge. It turned her on, the fact that this was rough, raw sex. He treated her like an object, grabbing her arms to place them above her head as he leant in to whisper words so explicit it could land him in jail. The rough treatment of her behind was sure to leave bruises the next day, as well as the hickeys. The way Jordan grabbed her neck and pressed slightly to the point where she almost could breathe that only heightened her intense pleasure. It was all too much, she came fast and hard, just like how he was taking her.
"Jordan! Don't stop, oh please God! Don't ever stop!" She screamed loudly as her climax came over her.
Without a word, he turned her around so that her back was against the wall. She could see the hungry lust in his dark eyes that screamed his need as he closed them in pleasure that made it seem as if he were in pain. One, two, three times he thrust slowly when he emptied all he had into her passage as he gave a long heavy groan into JJ's shoulder, her grabbing his hair in the process.
Neither could do anything for a while as they panted after one of their best sexual experiences of their lives. Not only that, but neither could think of anything to say to each other, considering the fact that they were screaming at each other 20 minutes ago.
"JJ. What happened tonight can't happen again." He struggled to say between heavy breaths.
"I know." She replied, trying not to sound completely shattered at the dismissal.
Instinctively, he kissed her. It wasn't like the rough kiss they had not long ago, but it was soft and intimate. JJ returned it, slowly as she darted her tongue to meet his, and it was euphoric. Why did he kiss her?
"I've gotta go." She said hurriedly as she broke off the kiss, changed and practically ran out of the door, leaving a very confused Jordan behind.