(Just to thank everyone that reviewed/faved/alert this story.)
Sorry it took so long.
'How did it go with the families?' Rossi asks when Prentiss, Morgan and Elle walk into the station.
'Nada.' Morgan says.
Rossi sighs.
'Coffee?' He asks. 'I just went to get it.'
The three of them thank him and head for the room given to the team to work.
Hotch and Reid, who had been talking with the detective in charge of the case turn to them, the question evident in their eyes, receiving four shakes of head in return.
'Detective Rawson, these are the rest of our team, Agents Greenway, Prentiss and Morgan.' Hotch says to the man.
'Hi you all. Mick Rawson.' He says, shaking their hands, grinning widely at Emily.
She gives him a tight, polite smile back and turns to Reid.
'Where's Jennifer?'
'She's talking with Garcia.' He answers back, his eyes glued to the map, choosing to ignore the Jennifer part, Morgan tough, raising an eyebrow at Elle, who shrugs it off.
'Agent Prentiss, I'm sorry for the baldness but, where have you been all my life?' Detective Rawson asks with another one of those ugly grins of him.
Morgan, Elle, Hotch and Rossi's eyebrows went through the roof, Reid resting his head on his hand, map forgotten, narrowing his eyes at the man, wondering how JJ would react if she was here right now.
'Well, Detective Rawson, to be honest,' She stars with a smile, the man smiling back, 'I've been hiding from you.' She says, her smile still present on her face, his, although, disappearing.
Morgan practically fell from his chair, Rossi almost choked on the coffee, Elle spilled said coffee, Hotch smiled, trying to hide it by pretending to be reading the file on the table and Reid didn't even tried to hold back his laugh.
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'Garcia, I need your help.' JJ says into her phone when the other blonde answers, getting inside the bathroom.
'Help with what?' She asks, waving at Hayley and Artie before she closes the door, Ashley had left already so she could get home in time, at least that's what she said, Garcia and Hayley tough, knew it's because she was tired of having both the other woman trying to convince her to pop the question.
'With Emily.' JJ says with a sigh.
'How do you want me to help you? Do you wanna ask her out? Have you asked her out? Do you need help with the date?' She asks excited.
'Penelope!' She cries out, pinching the bridge of her nose, preparing herself for the more than likely headache. 'I need you to give me reasons not to ask her out.'
'Why would I do that?' Garcia asks with a frown, headed to the kitchen.
'Because I'm your best friend and because I'm asking you to and because I have no reasons not to ask her out right now and because I need reasons not to ask her out right now because she's beautiful and funny and smart and-'
'Hot?' Garcia finishes with a smirk.
JJ sighs.
'That too so I really need you to give me reasons not to ask her out.'
'Sugar, I could give you all the reasons I can think of, you would still want more because those reasons wouldn't be enough.' Garcia says, sympathy evident in her voice.
'What do you mean?' The media liaison asks confused.
'JJ, you like her so much you don't want to ruin any type of relationship you might have in the future by taking your chances on a date! You're freaking out and you've put in that pretty head of yours that she's gonna say 'no' and now you're asking me for reasons not to ask her out because of that same reason and when I do give you reasons not to ask her out you and two end up together you're gonna blame me for life for doing what you're practically begging me to do, so no, I'm not going to give you any reasons not to ask Emily out and I'm not giving you reasons to ask her out either because you already said a couple of those as well.' Garcia finishes her ramble, taking a breath because she said all of that really fast.
JJ groans.
'Fine. I have to go.'
'Until another time.'
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After a while, joining Brittany and Puck, Sam, Quinn and Santana fell asleep as well, Quinn and Santana cuddled up, making Rachel roll her eyes.
'I don't care. I don't like her.' Don't like her my butt.
'How did your talk with San went?' She half asks half whispers to her brother.
He gets up from the couch, sitting in front of Rachel.
'She said she'd give Quinn a chance.' He says, his face neutral.
'That's great!' Rachel tries to squeal, Brittany tightening her hold on the brunette, her face being pressed further into Rachel's neck.
'I guess.' Kurt sighs as Rachel puts her hands on top of the blonde ones in her waist and squeezes.
'She blackmailed you?' She asks, knowing it wouldn't be a first.
'Yup. When Blaine doesn't ask me out until mom and the team come back from Miami I have to ask him out or she won't give Quinn a chance.'
Rachel sighs frustrated.
'Kurt, our mom is a profiler, how on earth haven't realized that Blaine likes you yet?'
The boy scoffs.
'Honey, thank for trying to make feel better but it's exactly why our mom is a profiler that I know Blaine doesn't like me.'
She groans.
'You're so blind! Blaine likes you! In fact, I'll bet with you helping Santana in her next French test that if you ask him out he will say yes.'
'Rachel, why are you so sure about this?' He sighs sadly.
There's no way Blaine likes me back.
'Because if there's one thing we both learned with having a profiler as our mother is that when someone can't stop gazing at someone else is that the first someone likes the second someone.' She says, narrowing her eyes in the end. 'Okay, maybe I was a bit confusing but you know exactly what I meant!'
Any answer Kurt had for that was silenced by the doorbell.
He stands up to answer, not having much of a choice since Rachel is being used as a teddy bear.
'Hi, Kurt.' Artie greets him when he opens the door.
'Hi, Artie. I'll go get your brother.' He says with a smile, closing the door behind the boy and heading upstairs.
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'Hey, guys. Any luck?' JJ asks when she walks into the room, sitting between Emily and Morgan.
'Nope.' Elle answers, taking another sip of her coffee.
'But what just happened with detective Dick made it worth it so I request the highest of fives.' Morgan says, putting his hand up to high five the brunette behind JJ's head.
Laughing, Emily high fives the man.
'He had it coming with that stupid pick-up line.' She says.
'What pick-up line?' JJ asks, looking between every member of the team.
'Detective Dick over there,' Morgan points to the man on the other side of the station, 'turns to Emily and says,'
Elle clears her throat and says 'Where have you been all my life?' with a thick accent that sounded awfully like his, everyone chuckling.
'And Emily, all sweet and crap says,' Morgan continues, nodding his head at Elle.
'Well, Detective Rawson, to be honest, I've been hiding from you.' She says, bashing her eyelashes for emphasis.
'I do not sound like that!' Emily says, throwing her a pen.
JJ burst out laughing, almost hitting her head on the table with the force of her laugh.
'You really said that?' The blonde asks between laughs.
'He had it coming!' Emily insists.
'And now he hasn't showed up here ever since that small encounter.' Rossi comments.
'Complaining?' JJ asks with a raise of eyebrow.
'Not really. The man is arrogant.'
'Preach.' Hotch murmurs.
Everyone looks at him strangely. Clearing his throat, he sends everyone to the hotel to settle in and have some dinner.
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'Bye, Artie. Bye, Jack.' The waken trio waves at the siblings.
'Kurt, Rae, can we go play upstairs? Please, please, please, pleeeeaaaaseeee?' Henry asks, jumping up and down and smiling sweetly at them.
'Henry, can you keep it down, please? We're the only ones awake and we don't wake up everyone else, okay?' Rachel asks the three year old with a smile to let him know she's not angry, Kurt reaching out and sitting the nodding boy besides him.
'But can we?' He whispers loudly now.
'Britt might have something to say about that.' Kurt murmurs, nodding his head at the sleeping blonde that is clearly comfortable snuggled into his sister.
Giggling, Henry pokes his cousin's arm, making her snuggle her face further into Rachel's neck. Giggling as well, Kurt grabs a pillow and throws it at the blonde, who groans and raises her head.
'What the…?' She asks sleepily.
Henry and Kurt look at each other and point at Sam at the same time, making Rachel giggle this time. Letting go of Rachel and grabbing the fallen pillow besides her, she throws it at her sleeping cousin, believing he threw it at her and that he's awake. Jumping startled, he looks around and sees Santana and Quinn asleep and cuddled up in the other couch.
Not a surprise there.
Brittany and Rachel had started making out on the floor next to Kurt and Henry, who are looking at him silently. As they lock eyes the blue eyed boys make a 'ssh' sound, making Sam smile, Kurt pointing besides the older blond, who turns his head to his left and sees his boyfriend asleep, hugging the pillow. Smiling at the sight and getting up, he taps Brittany's shoulder, trying not to look at his younger cousin making out with her girlfriend while at the same time trying to look at her so he won't poke her accidentally. Said cousin breaks apart of Rachel breathless. Nodding his head to the door besides the kitchen, his room, Brittany nods, slipping her hands from around Rachel's waist and giving her a soft, small kiss this time, murmuring,
'I'll be right back.'
Licking her lips and with a smile, the brunette nods, turning back to Henry and Kurt, who had be doing their best not to wake the four, now three sleeping teenagers on the couches with their giggles.
Great, my brother turned into a three year old.
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'Greenway.' Elle answers her phone, the team headed for the hotel's waiting room while JJ goes to check them in.
'Hey, sweet pie. If, let's say, someone changed the rooms arrangements, could you, by any chance, insist on having the single room?' Garcia says, making a face at the outfit her daughter showed her.
'First of all, why did you do that? And second of all, do you even need to ask?' She says, sitting besides Reid, on the end of the couch.
'I never said I did that. And I'm doing that because this way Emily and JJ will have to buckle up.' Garcia says as Mercedes walks back from her closet with another outfit in her hands, the blonde giving her two thumbs up, letting the phone drop to the floor in the process.
Before Elle can answer, JJ gets back to the waiting room.
'Gotta go.' She mumbles, putting the phone in her pocket.
'Bad news, guys. The hotel scheduled three double rooms and one single room instead.' She says.
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'What's up?' Brittany asks, throwing herself onto the bed.
'What do you think about the Prentiss?' Sam asks, plopping down on the bed as well after he closed the door.
Since Quinn's asleep I'll have to ask her later. He thinks.
'I'm dating Rach, Sam. What do you think?' She asks back, furrowing her eyebrows at the boy.
'No, I mean, like, what do you think about them. And don't say you like them just 'cause you're dating Rachel.' He tries to explain better.
The blue eyed girl shrugs.
'Kurt's, like, super into Blaine. He dresses like a gay with a big G. He's pretty cool if you don't listen to his rants 'bout Rachel's skirts and how they look like they're from a kid's closet. Rachel's super cute and she's like, a pocket sized girlfriend. She has the most beautiful smile I've ever seen and she has awesome legs; that's why I like her skirts so much, even if Santana said she looks like an old lady and a toddler at the same time. She's super hot. San's cool 'cause she's really good at Mario Brothers and I think Henry likes her too, like he likes Rachel. Santana likes Quinn, that much is obvious.' Eye roll from both, 'She's into that show, Once Upon A Time, so I don't have to hear Quinn all the time trying to explain to me why she'll go down with that ship. It's really confusing.' The blonde ends, furrowing her brows in said confusion.
All the while, Sam had been looking at her like she got herself a second head.
'You've been thinking about that for a while, haven't you?'
She shrugs and gets up.
'I'm hungry. I'm gonna wake Quinn.'
As Brittany leaves the room, the boy looks at the clock at the wall.
6:29.
I better wake Noah.
He thinks, following his cousin out of his room and heading to the couch.
Sitting besides his boyfriend, the blond boy shakes his shoulder gently.
'Babe, wake up.'
Puck murmurs in his sleep, removing his head from the couch's back and putting her on Sam's chest, still hugging the pillow between their bodies.
'Noah, get up.' He tries again, not being able of containing the smile on his face.
Sighing, Puck removes his head from Sam's (very comfortable) chest and rubs his eyes, letting the pillow fall in the process.
'I'm up.' He says, clearly still half asleep and blinking his eyes.
Grabbing the hem of the brown eyed boy's shirt, Sam pulls him into a kiss, Puck's hand going to the boy's short hair.
Minutes later they break apart for air, Puck smirking and fully awake now.
'I gotta start falling asleep on your couch more often, baby.'
Laughing, Sam gives his boyfriend a shorter, softer kiss.
'You gotta get going or your sister-in-law's gonna flip.'
'She's not my sister-in-law. My genius older brother doesn't have the guts to fucking ask her to be.' Puck answers back with an eye roll, getting up, ruffling Henry's hair and waving at Kurt, Brittany and Rachel occupied waking up Quinn (and Santana, poor girl).
'We're still on for going to the Jeffersonian tomorrow, right?' Puck asks, opening the door.
'Yup. 9 o'clock. We'll take Henry to Jack's place and we'll head to the Jeffersonian. Let's hope Blaine won't flip.'
Nodding in agreement and kissing him goodbye, Puck goes his way while Sam walks back inside and into his room to do his never ending homework.
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'Hello, Elle?' Garcia calls out into her phone. When she doesn't get an answer, she looks at it for a second then shrugs and puts it on Mercedes night table.
'I can't believe you changed the rooms so Aunt JJ and Agent Prentiss had to stay together.' Mercedes comments from the bathroom in her room.
Garcia, tough, doesn't comment back, waiting for-
'Actually, I take that back. I do believe you changed the rooms so Aunt JJ and Agent Prentiss had to stay together.' The teenager says, leaving the bathroom and appearing in front of her mom with the five hundred choice of an outfit for tonight's date with Shane.
The blonde's jaw goes say hi to the floor.
'Shane won't know what hit him.' She says.
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'Quinn.'
Hearing a loud whisper and closing her eyes tighter, Quinn hopes sleep will take over again.
'Quinn…' Brittany tries again, shaking her older sister's left shoulder, the right one occupied by a sleeping Latina. 'Wake up, I'm hungry.'
Tightening her grip on Santana's shoulder, pulling the other girl closer, she mumbles,
'Let me sleep.'
Frowning, Brittany shakes her shoulder again, with more strength this time.
'But I'm hungry.'
Being wake by the noise and wanting nothing more but to go back to sleep Santana groans.
'Shut her up, Q.'
Feeling she might get food, Brittany stops shaking her sister and looks at brunette, who still has her eyes closed (not that it would make much of a difference if she didn't, her face is, after all, in the literal meaning of the word, buried in Quinn's neck).
'I'll shut up if Quinn gives me food.'
Groaning, Quinn finally opens her eyes, the motion making something inside her kick in.
Santana's- Oh- Oh- Oh my fucking God… Breath, Jareau, for Christ sake, just breath! In and out. In and out.
Looking strangely at the blonde with wide eyes, Rachel waves her hand in front of Quinn's face.
Blinking twice, Quinn tries to get up, only to be pulled back down by a pair of arms.
'S, let her go. I'm hungry.' Brittany says with a roll of eyes.
Santana rolls around, her back now facing the three girls and mumbles something about Britt taking away her pillow, making said pillow to blush and Britt and Rachel to giggle.
Getting up and heading the kitchen, she glances at the clock.
6:37
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Rossi and Hotch stayed in the room 96, Reid and Morgan on the room 153 and after Elle insisted with JJ and Emily, she ended up staying on the room 220, while the other two agents stayed two rooms ahead, on the room 222.
They all agreed to meet back down in 45 minutes to have dinner.
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'Santana, go talk with Quinn.' Rachel says, shaking her sister's shoulders.
Santana opens her eyes and looks at her, a determined expression on the younger Prentiss' face. Sighing and knowing when she loses a battle, Santana gets up.
'Wait up, Q. I'll help you with dinner.' She says, going to the blonde, when she stops in the middle of her path to the kitchen.
Quinn smiles at the Latina and they head to their destination, their arms touching with every step they take.
'What's dinner?' Santana asks.
'I was thinking hotdogs.' Quinn says/asks, leaning against the counter.
Sitting on the oversized (oversized is saying something, that table is huge enough to have 15 people on them and still have plenty of space), Santana looks at the girl, fighting with herself to go and sit besides her instead.
'You got vegan ones?'
Quinn heads to the fridge to check.
'No, sorry.' She says with an apologetic smile. 'But there's vegan burgers. You're vegetarian?'
The brunette shakes her head.
'Rachel is. I'll go ask her if she's okay with burgers.'
When Santana gets a nod and small smile back, she heads back to the living room.
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'Ten bucks say they get laid.' Is the first thing Elle hears when she answers her phone, not even having time to say her usual 'Greenway' greeting.
She rolls her eyes.
'Forget it, Morgan. They met today.'
The man scoffs.
'Your point? Puck texted me this afternoon saying Britt-Britt and Rachel are dating.'
Elle's eyes go wide.
'Really? Wow, Britt works fast.'
'Actually, Little Prentiss asked. And if Big Prentiss is anything like Little Prentiss then Big Prentiss and JJ are getting laid.' Morgan finishes, happy with his explanation.
Putting her phone on speaker and throwing it to the top of the bed, she grabs her go-bag and starts taking out everything she needs to take a quick shower before dinner.
'A couple of things: if Rachel is Little Prentiss and Emily is Big Prentiss then what are Santana and Kurt? And are you suggesting that because Emily is older then Rachel then instead of asking JJ out she'll be like 'hey, here's an idea, let's fuck' or that Britt and Rachel are getting laid tonight? Because if it's the second one then I'm not sure about Emily but JJ's gonna have a heart attack.' She finishes, closing her go-bag and putting it besides her bed.
Morgan looks strangely at his phone for a moment before putting it back on his ear.
'Why do you make everything so complicated? I have to idea what the hell that makes Santana and Kurt. And I was talking about the first one… I hope. If there's something we don't need is JJ and more then probably Prentiss having a heart attack 30 minutes before dinner. I'd starve!'
Rolling her eyes at the last phrase, Elle grabs her phone and putts it off speaker.
'If you wanna loose ten bucks then fine, I'm in. But I'm hanging up on you now.'
She closes her phone and heads to the bathroom.
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'If you wanna loose ten bucks then fine, I'm in. But I'm hanging up on you now.'
'I'm about to win the ten easier bucks in my life.' He mumbles to himself.
'I love you too, Ashley.' Reid says, hanging up the phone and closing the bathroom door behind him.
'Man, just marry Seaver already.' Morgan groans.
'If you want to take a shower before dinner I suggest you do so now.' Reid says, grabbing one of the books on his go-bag and ignoring the comment.
'I couldn't really go earlier even if my life depended on it, now could I?' He asks sarcastically.
'I see no reason why your life wound depend on taking a shower since you-'
The rest of the answer is silenced by the slam of the bathroom door.
'To that you have an answer.' Morgan mumbles.
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'I love you too, Ashley.'
Hanging up the phone, she looks at the watch.
7:21
Puck opens the door and flops down on the couch next to the blonde.
'Got lost?' Ashley asks, changing the TV to The Simpsons.
'Sam gave me a ride to his place so I had to go back to the school to pick up my car.' He explains, putting his hands behind his head and intertwining his fingers.
'Oh God. What did you do? Sprinted to school? You stink! Go drown in the bath while I make dinner. Move.' Ashley says, trying to push the boy to the bathroom without actually having to touch him.
'Jeez, I'm going. Easy, Ashes.' He mumbles.
After a couple of moments, his head appears at the kitchen's door.
'What's dinner?'
'Bath!' She says, throwing him one of the chair's pillow.
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'While those two make 'dinner' we should do our homework.' Kurt suggests with emphasis on dinner.
Laughing, the two girls agree, grabbing their backpacks by the door.
'But, Rae, you said we could go play upstairs!' Henry argues with a pout, his arms and legs crossed, sitting on the floor besides Brittany.
'I did?' She asks, looking at her brother, who shakes his head, letting her know she actually didn't say that.
'Well, no but you never said no either!'
Not being able of saying no to, basically, the boy, three year old version of her girlfriend, Rachel sighs dramatically.
'And what would we play?'
'GUNS!' He screams, jumping up and down.
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'GUNS!' Sam hears his little brother screams, biting his lip.
'Screw it, it's Friday.' He decides, closing his books and jumping from his bed. 'I'm in!' He screams, closing his bedroom door behind him.
'Help me get the guns!' Henry exclaims, grabbing Rachel's hand and trying to pull her to her feet.
She so small. How can it be this hard to pull her up? The boy thinks.
'There's a word missing there.' She says, making herself dead weight on purpose.
'Please!' Henry says, jumping up and down, clutching to her hand.
Smiling, she stands up, letting the little boy pull her upstairs and to his room.
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'Where's short stuff?' Santana asks Sam when she doesn't see Rachel on the living room.
'Your short stuff or my short stuff?' He asks back.
'The one who's girlfriend woke me up.'
'Went to get guns upstairs.' He says nonchalantly.
The Latina opens her mouth to ask but then shakes her head.
'Don't wanna know.' She mumbles, heading to the end of the stairs. 'Rach! You okay with vegan burgers? There's no hotdogs.'
'Yes, that will be fine, thank you.' Santana is about to turn around when, 'That's huge!'
'She's up there with a three year old. I don't even wanna know what the fuck that implies.' She says to the trio on the living room before heading to the kitchen.
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'Henry, how many guns do you have?' She asks the boy who is currently helping her take gun after gun from the closet of his room.
'A lot.'
She rolls her eyes with a smile.
'Rach! You okay with vegan burgers? There's no hotdogs.'
Smiling to herself, she answers back.
'Yes, that will be fine, thank you.'
Then Henry pulls a gun almost twice his size from the far end of the closet.
'That's huge!' She exclaims surprise and shock that there are guns so big made for children.
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'Two beds.' JJ mumbles under her breath when she enters her and Emily's room.
'Complaining?' The older woman asks with a raise of eyebrow, imitating the blonde earlier.
Laughing and shaking her head, she puts her go-bag besides the bed on the right.
'I'm gonna go take a shower. You go ahead downstairs if I'm not ready in time.' Emily says, grabbing her clothes and comb.
'I'll wait for you. I have to call home and make sure Quinn is the only one making dinner or I'll need a new kitchen anyways.'
This time the brunette is the one who laughs, closing the bathroom door gently behind her.
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Sam hears the home phone ringing and grabs it from the living room's table.
'Jareau.'
'Hey, sweetie.' She says with a smile, sitting on the bed, knowing she's not getting an answer until everyone is at the living room.
Smiling instantly, he puts it on speaker and screams,
'Quinn! Henry, it's momma!'
Not three seconds later he's at the end of the stairs, his grin wide and his lungs more then likely begging for air since he's screaming 'momma' bloody Mary.
He plops down on Kurt's lap, who's closer to the stairs and says again,
'Momma!'
Quinn had already made her way to the couch, Santana practically banning her from the kitchen so she can go talk with her aunt.
'Hi, baby. You've been good to the visits?' She asks her younger son.
'Yes!' He answers with a smile to Kurt, who gets up with the boy on his arms, passing him to Sam on the couch and heading upstairs to give the Jareaus some privacy.
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'You need some hel- Jesus, that thing is huge!' Kurt says when he sees the large gun that assimilates incredibly like a hunting version of the Winchester M1895 rifle.
'That's what I said!' Rachel exclaims.
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'Yes!'
Smiling like a kid on Christmas Eve, JJ plops down on her bed, listening to her younger son.
'-And then I wake up Sanny and then we came and we played Mario Brothers and then Sanny won but she can't win you, momma, 'cause no one can win momma! And then Jack came and we played Indians and we played pillow fights and now Sanny doing dinner and I'm talk with you, momma!' A collection of chuckles can be heard when Henry finishes saying everything that happened since that morning.
'Sounds like you had a lot of fun, baby. And you're right, no one can win momma!'
Emily is about to walk outside the bathroom when she hears JJ talking with her kids. They locks eyes and Emily points back to the bathroom and is about to get inside again when JJ shakes her head, sits up and puts the phone on speaker, waving at her to sit on the bed and of course, the brunette can't say no.
'Hey, baby, why don't you go call Sanny and Kurt and Rae so they can talk with their mommy?'
Instead of an answer, she gets small little footsteps in the background.
'I heard you and Rachel are dating, Britt.' She says with a smirk.
There's nothing more amusing then teasing her nieces.
Brittany frowns.
'Who told you?'
'Puck.' JJ says.
Britt smacks her head on the table.
'I'm killing your boyfriend.' She says, shooting a glare to Sam.
'At least I have an excuse not to go tomorrow and see Blaine flip.' He mumbles.
'Why would Blaine flip?' Emily can't help but ask.
'Hi, Agent Prentiss!' Sam and Quinn greet her.
'This just got ten times better.' Brittany murmurs, putting her head on her hands.
Ignoring her sister, Quinn explains they're taking Blaine to the Jeffersonian before he implodes.
'Hi, Sam and Quinn. If it makes it any better I'm not gonna make any questions or threats or anything like that, Brittany.' Emily says to the girl.
'Really?' She asks, somewhere between excited and not believing it at the same time.
'Tana already did that so I don't see why I should.'
'Not fair. I'm trying to be a good big sister and you still complain.' The Latina says, sitting on the floor.
'Being a good big sister doesn't imply trying to scare your sister's girlfriend to death.' Quinn contradicts.
'You only didn't try to scare Rach because Blondie Senior already had tried.' Santana says with an eye roll.
'I'm confused. If Sam's Blondie Senior then what am I?' JJ asks the brunette.
Rachel and Kurt head downstairs with at least 20 guns on their hands and Henry besides them. Henry runs to Santana and jumps on top of her, knocking her down. With a huff and a smirk she answers,
'SSA Blondie.'
'Santana.' Emily warns.
JJ although, starts laughing.
'That one I hadn't heard yet.'
'Good one, right?' Then she finally sees the guns Rachel and Kurt disposed in top of the table and her eyes wide. 'Jesus, how many guns do you have, Shorty?' She asks the three year old sitting on her stomach.
'Guys, you're already playing guns?' JJ asks.
*KNOCK*
'JJ! Emily! Are you guys busy making out or can we go head downstairs to eat?' Elle's voice is heard from the other side of the door. Blushing madly, JJ goes to open the door.
'Aunt JJ, if you wanted to make out with Agent Prentiss, you could have just called later.' Quinn says with a smirk.
'But later they would be doing something else that isn't making out.' Santana says with a smirk of her own.
'Whatever, you're just trying to get rid of us so you can make out with a certain blonde.'
Now it's Quinn's turn to blush.
'Pretty sure you're confusing me with my beloved sister that is at the moment trying to put her tongue inside Britt's-' The rest of Santana's answer is silenced when Brittany's hand covers her mouth.
'She's kidding, Agent Prentiss. Don't listen to her.'
'Love you, guys. Behave.' Emily says with a laugh.
'Love you too.' Kurt, Rachel and Santana answer (although Santana's answer is muffled).
Elle and JJ walk in, Elle rubbing the back of her head.
'I love you. Quinn, please make sure I still have a kitchen when I get back.'
'Love you too.' The Jareaus answer.
'And don't worry; I won't let Britt and Sam close to the kitchen.'
'HEY!'
JJ shuts her phone and the three woman head to the elevator, Elle mumbling 'you didn't have to hit me, you know?' and JJ mumbling 'you didn't have to say that, you know?' back.
Disclaimer: Glee and Criminal Minds aren't mine, yada, yada, yada…