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Short summary
The BAU has a new boss. A bitch? Perhaps... Or is there more to her story than expected? Why does she seem to have a special dislike for JJ? Secrets, MI6, true love and ominous smiles combined, where will it lead?

- I have checked the grammar, however English is not my first language. There may be some mistakes, sorry! –

Chapter 6 – Sassy 2.0

Protesting springs of a mattress rouse me from my sleep. The bright light makes me shut my eyes and I curl up underneath the comforter.

"Good morning JJ! You sure sleep soundly."

Groaning I peek from under the comforter to see Red sitting in a sweaty running outfit (which is way too small!) on her own bed. Jezus! Why is she up at this ungodly hour!

Groaning again but much loader I pull my pillow over my head and pretend I'm sleeping by snoring obnoxiously loud.

"Yeah, yeah! Get up JJ! I know it's early, but I'm hoping that maybe we can surprise Juliet by showing up at the asscrack of dawn."

"I'm up… I'm totally up…"

My comforter is pulled down and my pillow pulled from my head. Scrunching my nose I open my eyes to be to be met by twinkling brown eyes. I push her away and flop on the mattress dramatically. Before I realise I'm falling, my head hits the nightstand and I crumple to the floor in a tangle of sheets.

"Crap JJ! Sorry!"

Groaning I sit up and rub my head soothingly.

"You better be paying for coffee today."

Her laugh echoes through the room and she walks towards the bathroom.

"I guess that's fair, but you better get your ass in gear and get up!"

A red top drops to the floor followed by running pants. My eyes trail her body from her ankles, along her legs and over the curve of her butt while tracing the lace of her sinfully small boy shorts. In the corner of my eye I notice a bra joining the other clothing on the floor. Following the small indentations in her back above her underwear… Dear god this woman is beautiful! the muscles of her back… My hand slips from the nightstand and I have yet another close encounter with the floor.

Throwing an arm over my eyes I concentrate on breathing and set myself on the floor more comfortably. This is the first time I've ever allowed myself to look, really look, at another woman. Well, apart from Emily of course. Even Red cannot compete with the definition of Emily's muscles and the elegance gracing the movement of her body. Her strong hands gripping my thighs. Muscles bunching to lift me up and on her kitchen counter. My hands feeling the muscles flex under her shirt…

"You okay down there, JJ?"

"Eh, yes? Yes! I'm fine."

Her chuckling proves that my voice has noticeably dropped and I hastily clear my throat.

"Well, if I knew I had that effect on you..."

I'm shocked by the quickness in which her voice transforms to a perfect bedroom voice followed by a sexy grin. She chuckles at my gaping mouth and gives my cheeky grin.

"I'm totally kidding! But let's be serious, who's keeping your thoughts all smoky and sexy?"

Relieved it was a joke I gather myself up from the floor and give her a half-smile.

"Emily." My voice breathy and full of longing.

"Well, has she got a leash on you! Damn girl!"

"Yeah, but it gets worse. I don't mind it. Just as long as she'll give another chance."

My mood shifts again now from horny to lonely. She pats me on the back and pops open an extra button on her shirt.

"Well, now that I have the right amount of cleavage I will go and grab you a cup of coffee."

– SQ – ONCE UPON A TIME – SQ –

"What did you do at that camp?"

"…"

"Answer me!"

Even after another four hours, the interrogation seems to be going nowhere. The soldier is giving us nothing but a blank look, eyes unfocused.

"…"

"We will find out who you are, whether you talk or not."

"…"

"So how was it in that camp?"

Hooks is winding himself up and the soldier seems undisturbed. Nolan leaning against the wall tiredly rubbing his eyes.

"…"

"The men there must be really interested in being the one to questions you, am I right?"

"…"

"They probably get a little physical, don't they? First a little waterboarding, then some beatings and then they drag you back to your cell."

"…"

"Not? No torturing? Then maybe they just thought that we wouldn't look twice because you're a woman? Well you're wrong!"

"…"

"You're one of them, aren't you? Admit it! They treated you like you were one of them, all you had to do was help with the torture of others."

"…"

"No, you didn't help? Well then you probably had to spread your legs and earn your better treatment on your back. They fucked you good and you would get food?"

"…"

A tiny twitch of her eye alerts me that she seems disturbed by that statement, but her blank look returns immediately.

"That's it. Isn't it? You're just a slut, you would probably have your legs spread right now if it weren't for the fact that you would blow your cover…"

Her gaze suddenly moves and focuses on me, while I'm still standing behind the one way mirror. A slight smirk appears on her face and her eyes twinkling with mirth.

"… Well, why don't you blow me now and you can just walk out of here after that? Hmm? At least you'll be good at it from all the practice."

The smirk becomes more pronounced as she flicks her gaze to hold Hook's. Everyone holding their breaths to see what will happen.

"Well. Why don't you hand me a magnifying glass so I can find yours and you can give me a grade, hmm?"

Her smirk morphs into a wide grin and to top it off she gives him a cheeky wink. I have to hide a snort behind my hand, Nolan's jaw dropping to the floor, while the vein on Hooks forehead threatens to explode.

Before anyone else can react, Hook lunges over the table reaching for the blonde. His hands wrapping around her throat. Nolan springs into action and tries to pull him off her. A sickening crunch sounds through the speakers and Hook stumbles backwards howling in pain. The head-butt seems to have broken his nose and he storms forward slapping the blond in the face with force. Her head snaps to the side and I finally get my legs to work. Springing I go for the door to help Nolan calm Hook down.

Flinging the door open I see Nolan holding Hook around his waist to keep him from going at the blond again. My eyes move towards the blond and all she does is smirk while wiping at the blood from her nose.

"HOOK! CALM THE FUCK DOWN!"

"That fucking bitch! I'LL KILL HER!"

I push against his chest to hold him back and Nolan struggles to keep Hook in place. During the struggle I hear a loud pop followed by a grunt. Spinning around I'm met with a bloodied right hook and I tumble to the floor.

The blonde kicks Hook between the legs and pushes a falling Hook into Nolan sending them both to the floor. Pulling myself up from the floor I run for the door and open it quickly. A strong arm wrapping around my throat.

"WE NEED BACK-UP! CODE RE…"

The arms pushes against my throat and my voice trails off. She pulls me back while I'm gripping at her arm. Flailing against her she falls against the wall roughly. Suddenly I feel something sharp scraping my throat. Nolan has found his bearings again and lunges for us.

"I wouldn't do that, Miss Jareau here doesn't need a pencil piercing her neck."

"It's Agent."

A sharp tug reminds me that she's holding the cards. Nolan freezes and holds up his arms. Hook still lying on the floor whining pathetically.

"Get me a phone Agent Nolan."

The door is flung open and Mary Margaret barges in, followed by Red, Booth and some other agents.

"Give yourself up, we both know Agent Blanchard won't allow that."

Blanchard shakes her head at Agent Nolan.

"Enough Nolan, someone get a phone."

"Everybody out! I only want Blanchard in here, well and MISS Jareau of course."

I growl, annoyed at being called Miss and try to pull her arm away from my throat to get some more room to breathe. Nobody moves.

The room is eerily silent and after a while Blanchard shoulder slump.

"Everyone out! GO! And where's that phone?"

Blanchard's voice seems to go even higher when she raises her voice. The agents leave the room with their tails tucked between their legs. Hook, supported by Nolan, sends Juliet a cold glare and leaves the room muttering about winning if it were to be a fair fight.

"So, Mary Margaret, how the hell are you?"

Blanchard's head snap up and her eyes widen comically.

"How do you know my name?"

"Doesn't matter."

"Do I know you?"

"No, you don't… How's your dad?"

"…"

"What was that?"

"He died."

"Well thank god for that, at least there's good news."

Mary Margaret seems to be swallowing a handful of sand, while Juliet gives her a devious smile. The tension palpable in the room until the door is flung open and Ruby walks in to place a desk phone on the table. She too sends a glare towards Juliet, which is answered with a cheeky wink, before leaving the room.

"Why thank you Agent Red."

She pushes me forward and we walk towards the table, while keeping her back towards the wall.

"Now Agent Jareau, could you pick up the horn and hand me the phone?"

She grabs the phone with the hand holding the pencil against my throat. She dials and moves the phone so she's holding it between her shoulder and head. Her hand moving the pencil back against my throat.

*The number you've called is no longer connected, you will be disconnected."

Her shoulders tense and she slam the phone down on the receiver with excessive force. My body shakes from the movement and I try to wiggle myself loose. Her grip tightens and I gasp for air.

"Sorry 'bout that Miss."

She loosens her hold immediately and the pencil is no longer at my throat.

"Bummer, no answer, huh?"

The taunting of Blanchard has Juliet narrowing her eyes and she snorts.

"Yeah well, at least my father isn't a rapist."

Blanchard's mouth snaps shut so fast I can hear her teeth click together. Her jaws grinding together and her shoulders tense.

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

The sentence is ground out and she's staring daggers at Juliet.

"Sure you don't and I'm the knight in white armour who enjoys spending her time off playing the saviour of damsels in distress. "

Juliet grabs the phone again and dials a different number. The murmuring on the other side of the line cannot be heard clearly.

"Off with her head… Ace of spades… Get me the Queen of Hearts."

After the last sentence is muttered Blanchard's complexion becomes as white as a sheet. The reflection in the mirror show the grin and wink from Juliet that makes me shiver, it seems to promise nothing but pain. Juliet's back straightens and her posture stiffens at the cold hard voice on the other end of the line.

"Mary Margaret Blanchard, huidige toewijzing als teamleider, opdracht op hoog niveau… Extractie gevraagd… Begrepen… Dank u."

She hangs up and releases me immediately, her hands in the air. Blanchard goes for her gun and aims at Juliet. Lowering herself on her knees, she folds her folds her hands behind her head.

"Who are you? How do you know her and my father?"

"Kiss my ass."

Her gaze focuses on me and her gaze softens immediately.

"Sorry for manhandling you. I would have taken the arrogant one, but he smells."

Her cheeky grin makes the corners of my mouth curl upward slightly and I realise I'm not even mad at being held hostage. The code used in the conversation and some language I don't understand seems rehearsed. The number dialled started with the London extension which I know from calling Emily. Probably an asset from overseas, I conclude.

The door flings open and Red storms in, roughly pulling Juliet to her feet and bending her over the desk to cuff her.

"You okay JJ?"

"I'm fine Ruby, thanks."

The cuffs seems to be tightened a little extra, but Juliet doesn't even flinch. The familiar blank look returned on her face. She is escorted out by Red, Nolan and some other Agents.

I shift my gaze to Blanchard. She seems to be recovering from the shock from the direction that the conversation went.

I walk out of the room and into the hallway.

"How did you get out of the cuffs?"

Juliet is pushed forward by the agents, but stops and turns. Her gaze is directed at me.

"I'm double-jointed, popping my thumb is pretty easy for me and blood can be used a lube. Why did you think I let him hit me."

"Oh and JJ? I'm sorry again, it is the only way to go home."

Her smile is the same as the one in her file, so forced it's a grimace. Her eyes portraying the same hurt look I have when I think of Emily.

"Oh, it's Emma."

"What?"

"My name. It's Emma."

The groan from Red is heard from the end of the hall and I chuckle softly.

Mumbling to myself I turn and decide to call it a day.

"Well Emma, aren't you a mystery wrapped in riddles?"

Holy cow, that went on for a lot longer than expected. Well I hope you enjoyed it and please review! Just see it as a late birthday gift for me :)