(JJ's POV)

-1 week later-

I angrily sat up, becoming frustrated of how uncomfortable my temporary bed was. Almost two weeks and no news or leads on Hastings. The only thing we had related to him was the bouquet of flowers that he left outside the BAU. This, of course, led us to believe that he was coming after me the next day or even over the next few days. However, there was nothing new. No sighting, no taunt, no warning. It made me feel nervous and anxious. I wanted him to make his move soon, as I knew he would eventually, so my team would have something to go off of and catch him as soon as possible and either put him back in jail where he belongs or shoot him dead. I sat up and went to the fridge, looking for some kind of snack. Eating anything was my way of coping with extreme stress.

I looked around the fridge and saw a takeout box of Chinese food. I didn't know whose it was and really didn't care. I pulled it out and found that lo mein was inside.

"Yes..." I mumbled with excitement to myself and stuck it in the microwave. I turned it on and watched the food spin around for a little before I went to the silverware drawer and pulled out a fork. I heard the microwave to beep and quickly turned it off as not to disturb any security guards or late workers at the BAU. I happily opened the container and immediately started to eat, the food hitting the bottom of my stomach like a lead ball. I sat back down and greedily ate, picking up my phone as well. I checked the time, which was 4:48 AM. I blew out an annoyed sigh and set the food on the counter, then returned to my bed and lied back down. Pulling the covers up to my chin, I tried to get comfortable and closed my eyes. I realized this was useless, as my blood was already flowing and the team would be here in about two hours anyway. I sat up and got a sweatshirt out of my suitcase to cover myself, as I was wearing a tank top and shorts. I got on a pair of leggings too and exited the break room after taking the box of takeout and fork with me. I went down the hall and to the bullpen, where no one was except for a security guard.

"Hey, Jareau," The guard said. I believed his name was Nowak. "Can't sleep?"

"Not really," I chuckled.

"You should try and get some, you know," he said with a little worry and sympathy on his face. I snorted and crossed my arms.

"I know, I know. I just need some time out of that break room. It gets pretty claustrophobic in there."

"Alright," he smiled and nodded. He was always understanding. "I'll be out here if you need anything."

"Thanks, Nowak," I said and went up the small set of stairs and down another hall to my old office. I slowly crept the door open and saw that it was still dim and empty, dust collecting on the desk and shelves without files. I sat down in my old chair and smiled to myself, remembering how pleasant it was to have my own office. Behind me were shelves of files, both solved and unsolved cases. Almost all of our cases were paperless now, so there was no use for all these paper files.

"Files...files..." I slowly said to myself, looking at the shelf full of them. Files. Hotch knew Hastings, and Askari, were on the loose, obviously. So why hasn't he even looked at their files to find them? I quickly went back to the break room and picked up my phone. It was 4:53 AM now, which meant it was 9:53 AM in London. I pushed Emily's contact number and held my phone up to my ear, waiting for her to pick up.

"Hey!" She said excitedly when the phone stopped ringing on the other end. She knew it was me, already, due to caller ID.

"Hey..." I said, a little groggy. Even though I couldn't sleep, I was still tired and stressed.

"What's the occasion, since you called me at, what? 5:54 in the morning there?"

"Actually 4:54," I said and sat down on the bed.

"Wow, Henry keeping you up?" Emily laughed a little and I forced a laugh back. As much as I liked talking to her and as much as I missed her, this wasn't a good time for friendly chat.

"No, no, not Henry...look it's all kinda a long story, but I have two hours before-" I started to say, but stopped myself, realizing that she'd ask about what I meant by 'before the team gets here'.

"Before what?" She asked, concerned.

"Nevermind," I sighed and bit the inside of my lip. "Can...can you fax over a few files for me? To the BAU building?"

"On who?" She asked, her voice sounding stern and serious now.

"Tivon Askari and M-Michael Hastings," I said quietly.

"...I can't," she said after a few seconds of hesitation. "Fax here is broke."

"Em," I said firmly, not believing it for one second. She would've told me that before asking whose files to send. "Why can't you really send them over?" I asked, emphasizing the 'really'.

"No, it seriously is broke," she said, her supposed lie sounding more convincing. I sighed, wanting to believe her. If she really was lying, why would she be lying to me? She was my friend and she didn't even know what all this was about. Well, not me being pregnant and probably not about Hastings. Unless it's on the news in Europe, which I doubted.

"Ok...thanks anyway," I said and alms of hung up, before I quickly caught myself. "But can you please call or text me when it's fixed? Please?"

"Ok, no problem. I think someone is coming in today to take care of it, so I'll let you know."

"Thanks, Em," I said. "I have to go, but it was nice talking to you for a little bit."

"You too, Jayje," she said back. "Talk to you later."

"Bye," I said and hung up my phone. I set my phone down on the table and rubbed my eyes in a tiered manner. I stretched out my arms and looked back to my phone. I picked it back up reluctantly and pushed Garcia's contact number. It rang a few times before she picked up.

"Hello...?" She asked, sounding extremely tired.

"Hey, Garcia? Sorry to wake you up, but-"

"JJ?" She asked sounding much more awake. "What's wrong? Are you ok? Are-"

"I'm fine, I'm fine Garcia," I laughed and lowered my voice. "But I do need to ask for a favor."

"Of course, of course. Anything, delicious friend," she said, sounding fully awake now.

"Can you get a few files for me and send them to the BAU fax?"

"It depends."

"Files on Askari and Hastings," I said bitterly.

"...That's all international stuff and I can't search for it at my house or I'll be flagged. I can at the BAU when I get there, though," she said, her voice sounding a little odd and nervous.

"Ok. Can you get them for me when we go away for our case today?"

"Yeah I can- yeah I'll do that," she said quickly, her voice sounding weird again. I ignored it though.

"You're the best," I said with thanks. "Bye."

"Bye JJ," she replied and I hung up my phone.