Thanks to DreamerChild88, AJ Fisher, Whitewolf200056 and velizara95 for their lovely reviews!
Little side note; JJ is fairly young in this fic, around late 20's, but the team still include Emily & Rossi.
So back in my last chapter when it said she hadn't seem Alec in 10 years, she was 16 when she last saw him. Just to clear up any confusion
Oh and all italics are JJ's thoughts. Apologise for any spelling mistakes, I'm uber tired and I think my sister has given me her germs XD

Stopping at Starbucks to purchase three large espressos, two for herself and one for Hotch, JJ jumped back into her car and made her way to work in silence.
The thoughts in her head were louder than the radio could ever be, so she thought it pointless to even turn it on.

Walking into her office first, she placed the beverages down on her desk. Herself and Hotch were always the first to arrive, especially on a Monday morning, closely followed by Reid. Dropping her bag by her desk and taking a cup in each hand, JJ headed towards Hotch's office. So much had happened already that morning, Hotch asking her if she was okay was not what she wanted to happen next.

JJ neutralised her facial features just as she reached his door, making a mental note to control her body language also whilst she was in there.
Opening the door with her elbow, she smiled brightly, which Hotch immediately returned. Monday mornings often resulted in fake smiles, but this one they so frequently shared was anything but. In his presence, JJ felt herself relax instantly.

"Good morning." JJ said cheerfully.
"Good morning yourself. Good weekend?" Hotch asked casually.
Hesitating for a second, JJ quickly scanned her brain for a sufficient answer.
"Yeah, it was good, great in fact. Bubble baths and wine, can't get much better than that."
Hotch smiled, seemingly buying her tale of what she wished had been her weekend.
"How was yours?" She asked politely.

The pair continued their conversation whilst slowly sipping their steaming cups of coffee, the occasional giggle arising in response to a funny remark the other had said. Outside the door, the open desk spaces were quickly coming alive. Standing simultaneously, the pair again smiled at each other. Hotch reached forwards for JJ's styrofoam cup and took it to the recycling bin along with his own.

"I'll go and see if Garcia's got anything for us." JJ said.
Hotch threw a small nod her way in return.

Just as she walked out of the door, Hotch glanced towards his desk and noticed the files he was supposed to drop on Morgan's desk. JJ was heading that way anyway, he was sure she wouldn't mind doing it for him whilst he finished replying to some emails. Grabbing them, he quickly followed.

"JJ." He said, noticing her walking out of her office with yet another cup of coffee. Hotch smiled and shook his head in amusement.
She didn't appear to have heard him over the din of the numerous office workers, so instead of calling out again and gaining unwanted attention, he jogged up behind her and grabbed hold of her wrist just as she reached the stairs.
Unfortunately, Hotch's plan at avoiding attention was very short lived, as JJ's coffee cup flew from her hand, hitting the stair rail and coating her turquoise shirt in dark, brown liquid.
Thankfully the second cup had long since cooled, but her left wrist instinctively flew to her right hand, her teeth clenched together as the surge of pain shot up her arm.

"JJ! I am so sorry! Are you okay?"
"I'm fine." Mumbled JJ through gritted teeth.
The room had fallen deathly silent and all eyes were on the pair. Hotch was all too aware of this.
"Do you have a go bag in your office?"
"No. I totally forgot to bring one this morning." JJ replied glumly.
Thankfully, the events that had occurred now seemingly bored the office workers and the atmosphere returned to normal.
"Go wait in your office. You can borrow one of my sweaters until you have the chance to go home."

She threw a thankful smile in his direction as he returned to his office.
Sauntering to her own, she dropped into her chair. She had needed that second cup of coffee. The lack of sleep was quickly beginning to show.
Hotch returned a few moments later with one of his FBI sweaters. Luckily it was long sleeved, though JJ was certain it would be long sleeved on her regardless due to the size difference.
"Thank you." JJ said sheepishly.

For a moment, the pair stood silently, before a noticeable pink flush crept its way across Hotch's slim cheekbones.
"Oh. Sorry, I'll um, wait outside while you, um, get changed and stuff."
With that, he made himself scarce.
JJ laughed quietly to herself.
There was something about that man, about his presence, that made all her fear and worries disappear with the flash of a smile.
Stop it idiot, he's your boss. What is wrong with you!

Throwing the damp shirt onto her desk, she winced as she pressed on her wrist which was now turning a deep shade of purple.

She pulled on Hotch's sweater, which immediately enveloped her in a loving warmness.
It hung just above her knees, but JJ didn't mind. She lifted the materiel to her nose and inhaled the gorgeous scent, closing her eyes momentarily. He always smells so good...

The abrupt knock on the door snapped her out of her reverie.
"Uh, yeah, come in."

"I think it may be a little big." Hotch pointed out.
"Yeah, maybe just a little." JJ replied.
An uncomfortable silence fell upon them. JJ knew what he was thinking. He was confused about her reaction. They both knew he didn't grab her that hard.

"I'm sorry if I hurt your arm." Hotch began.
There it is. JJ thought.
She was anticipating this, so she was already one step ahead.

"It's fine. I went out jogging the other morning and tripped. I landed on it weird. It's been a bit sore since, it's not your fault." She replied confidently.
"Oh. Well, if you like I can take a look at it?"
"No, no. Honestly it's fine. But thank you." Said JJ.

"Okay, if you're sure. I bumped into Garcia on the way to my office, she doesn't have anything of high alert for us just yet, so there's plenty of time for you to go home and get changed."
"That's great. I'll be around an hour tops if that's okay?" She asked.
"That's fine. Take your time. I'll see you later." Hotch said, leaving her alone.

Grabbing her damp shirt and stuffing it into her bag, JJ made her way out of the office. She passed Spencer on her way out, having to stop momentarily to convince him that she was fine, and began to head home.

Driving alone in her car, JJ began to notice how tired she actually was. A headache had decided to appear out of nowhere, along with a deep rumbling in her stomach reminding her that she hadn't eaten in at least 12 hours.
How could I not notice that I haven't eaten yet? JJ thought disbelievingly.

Busy contemplating how she hadn't noticed her decrease in eating habits,
she also failed to notice the truck that had run the red light at the intersection which was currently barrelling full speed towards her.

Teehee, sorry, had to.
Guys if this story is rubbish please tell me aha, no one seems to be reviewing this one, so if it's lame then by all means let me know. Have a lovely day!